Fan Fiction ❯ Phantom ❯ The Wolf In The Shadows ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

He came awake with a start lurching in his bed and looking around wildly. Silent darkness encased him from all sides and he had a moment of thorough panic until lightening from outside lit the room and reminded him of where he was. Slowing his breathing he looked at the clock seeing that it was two am. What had woken him? Slowly rising to his feet he could feel energy prickling along his arms and making the hair at the nape of his neck stand on end. Shaking off his goose bumps he crossed his room and slid open the door stepping into the hallway and looking around. Darkness. Then he heard it. From somewhere to his left, towards the kitchen came the sound of children’s laughter. It was faint and echoed like it came from far away. Retreating to his desk he grabbed his flashlight and stepped back into the hallway flicking it on and moving slowly down the hall listening. Outside wind and rain lashed at the walls, thunder roaring overhead and making him all the more nervous. Crossing the main room he paused in the center and looked around. There it was again! A high pitched giggle and then another, coming from the kitchen. Slowly he moved down the short hallway listening to the sounds of muffled giggles and moving objects coming from the kitchen. The shoji was dark, no light to be seen but he could hear them easily.“Ow, quit it that hurt!”“Shhhhh you’ll wake them up.”“Here let me have one, I’m hungry to.” It sounded like two little girls whispering to each other, but the voices were echoed like they were traveling up from the bottom of a well. He listened as the whispers and giggles continued. How on earth had two little girls gotten into their kitchen? Whoever they were they shouldn’t be there and he was going to tell them so. Stepping forward he jerked open the kitchen door with a scowl.“Hey who do you think you...............” Yukishiro blinked in shock at the sight of the empty kitchen. Stepping inside he looked around thinking perhaps they had hidden. Opening all the cupboards revealed nothing but non perishables. What the hell?! Where did they go?! Slowly moving backwards out of the kitchen he looked back down the hallway in time to see two small shadows disappearing down the hallway towards his and his parent’s room.“Hey!” he called his voice drowned out by the thunder. He hurried after them the light from his flashlight bouncing along the floor and walls as he entered the hallway and looked around seeing nothing. Moving down the hall he opened doors peering into the rooms and searching among the boxes. Nothing. Opening his parents door he peered inside and looked around shining the flashlight into the corners, his fathers snoring rivaling the thunder. Turning slowly he looked back down the hallway seeing nothing but shadows and the occasional silhouette of a crate when lightening flashed. From far away came the sound of a giggle. Yukishiro slowly closed the door to his parents room and retraced his steps into the main room. Opening the front shoji he stepped onto the porch and was instantly drenched, rain and wind lashing at him as if their house had suddenly landed in the midst of the turbulent Pacific. Walking down the porch his flashlight giving no light, he abandoned it in the wet grass and stopped in front of the shoji’s leading into the dojo. The temptation was unavoidable. Reaching he shoved the shoji open and leaned in bracing his arms on either side of the door facing water dripping off his chin. The dojo was quiet and dark, lightening flashing lighting up sections at a time. Far down the room before the shrine knelt a silhouette. Yukishiro gasped for air his hair sticking to his forehead his hazel eyes wide. Lightening flashed again revealing the slender form of a man dressed in a uniform that had been outdated over a hundred years ago. Slowly his head turned to the side and in the next flash of lightning Yukishiro saw the grin that reminded him of the fangs of a wolf and the flashing glint of lightning reflecting in amber eyes before the world went black.