Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ True Oracle ❯ three ( Chapter 3 )

True Oracle: Time of the Oracle

By: Authoress K. C.

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"So, she was murdered, THEN burned."

"That explains the bloodstains. But, why would she still be haunting the place?"

"Because the murder was never caught, they didn't know the guy that had assulted her."

"But how do you defeat a SPIRIT!?"

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Minako smiled as she swept the run down little shrine. An older man walked over the top stair and approached her with a condesending smile.

"Young woman, is there an adult around I can talk too?"

"Sumimasen, otoko-san, there's no one else here right now. Can I help you?"

"Oh, no, I was just wondering. Are you left here alone all day?"

"Oh, no, no. Not ALL day. And sometimes, I have to leave as well. I have errends. No, my friend comes to help me sometimes, she's at work right now. 'Jichan will be back soon."

"Where are your parents?"

"Gone."

"Where too?"

"Gone as in dead, otoko-san."

"Poor lady. Would you like to walk around with me?"

Minako was instantly on alert. Hell NO she did not want to walk around with him, hentai. What did she look like, a gisha? She was the picture of the innocent shrine girl.

"I can't, I've got to finish sweeping, then dampen the dirt so it doesn't get dusty. Gomen."

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Omi walked along the street, following the old map, and finally turned towards a wall of green. He shifted the mess of plants around until he found an old iron gate. He heaved it open just enough to squeeze in. He pulled it shut and turned and started up an almost endless flight of stairs. The trees drooped peacfully over the stairway, the green tinted light pouring though the leaves bathing the place in an other-worldly glow.

He finally saw the top in sight and hurried too it. A few crows flapped their way to the sky as he disturbed them. A woman with honey coloured hair twisted eleaboratly was scrubbing the old pavestones with a brush and soapy water.

"Ahem."

Omi cleared his throat and the woman looked up. Dark red eyes gleamed at him and the woman stood. She was thin, with skin that matched Aya's china doll porcelin tone. She wore a pair of old jeans with one knee ripped out and a green tank top under it. Her shoes were black and red striped. She didn't looked young, but she still looked pretty.

"Nande? Who're you?"

"Tsukiyono Omi. You?"

"Meiou Setsuna. I'm sorry, I've not seen anyone in this place for so many years.... Oracle would be pleased. Do you want to buy a charm or-"

"Iie! I came to investigate this place. Your friend ORACLE, Aino Minako, is NOT sleeping peacefully in her jar."

"What?!"

"I mean, she doesn't know she's dead, she knows we can't trace her name, but she's still running around!"

Setsuna collapsed to a crumbling stone bench and covered her face, nodding.

"I know.... I've seen her, she runs around here, but, I don't want her to leave, so I pretend with her, I don't let her THINK she's dead, she's so INNOCENT!"

Setsuna looked at Omi. Omi shook his head.

"She's dead. She keeps showing up at my work, disturbing my co-workers and myself. She tries to kill us, Meiou!!"

"She... She turned to the Dark Art, about age fifteen... Started telling fortunes, reading minds, pyrokinesis, electrokinesis, she was working on hydrokinesis when she-- Anyhow, she was performing feats of the mystic for anyone who could pay her too, and she prophessied, very well, she became the Oracle no Megami Hikari-sama, and eventually, I think she thought she WAS Megami no Hikari.... Then, that man..."

"I know. I read the article. Meiou, you CAN'T let her keep thinking she's alive!"

"I can't tell her she's dead either!!! You didn't know her, she was so stubborn!"

"And now she's dangerous!"

Omi looked around. There were the charred old buildings. Omi moved away from Meiou, who was starting to cry, and picked over the rubble. He looked around and saw something poking out from under a pile of wood that was half burned. He bent down and retrieved it, the wood falling, burnt parts falling apart as he brushed the aged ashes from the small pouch hanging onto the remians of a metal chain.

"Her talismans! They weren't burnt? I wondered why I never found them, they weren't with the body! I thought she'd burnt them too."

"Talismans?"

"Of course. She was a shrine girl, all shrine people have their own special talismans. Her ojisan had a pouch that had two bone disks in it, one with a red dot and one with a black dot. The representations of life and death. When they found him dead, he was clutching them. The dots are only on one side, and the red one was face down, the black dot face up. He must have killed himself, based on the talisman."

"What were her talismans?"

"No one knows, she couldn't open it until she turned twenty. She was only nineteen when she-- Anyway, she may have been an Oracle for the Dark Art, but she still respected her parents and their shrine rules."

Omi held the pouch out too her.

"Here, you'r past twenty, you open it then, in her memory. I'm 16, I can't."

Meiou nodded and took the pouch, opening the drawstring closure. Into her hand, she let a deep, inky, indigo-black feather fall. The same as the ones that were always found when she vanished. Omi pulled them out and lay them in her hand.

"She has wings, sometimes, when we see her as she was before she died, she has wings with feathers like that. These are the one's we've collected. We've seen her twice."

"Her talismans are feathers, the dark ones... Her obaasan had silvery feathers just like this. They must have known she'd never grow up in the light."

Meiou started to cry.

"We can't let her keep doing this."

"I know.... But it wasn't her time... Oracle wasn't supposed to go for a long time... I was the gisha, I should have accepted his offer in her stead so that she'd be safe, but, I didn't think he was going to come back..."

"You couldn't have known, Meiou."

"It wasn't Oracle's TIME!"

TBC?

God, you people are BOSSY! *pout* You keep egging me on. I like it, it motivates me.