Title: House of Horrors
Chapter: 02/??
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE, ViViD
Pairing: ReitaXAoi (main), more to come
Rating: PG-15 for this chapter
Genre: Horror, comedy (crack… or maybe a poor attempt at it)
Warnings: Probable typos, grammatical errors and such
Disclaimers: They're not mine... yet *insert evil plans here*
Summary: It all seems like a dream, a very bad dream, that starts when the GazettE’s van suddenly breaks down in the middle of nowhere and, most appropriately, in the dead cold of the night. In their search of a refuge, these men find a massive house that looks as if it has surfaced right out of a horror movie. They risk it and knock on the door, soon meeting the eccentric residents and thus entering what may be the most horrifying experience they will remember for the rest of their lives… that is, if and only if the residents let them leave the house and live to remember.
Comments: Oh yes, the new chapter is here! I’ve already mentioned that the chapters will be short, but (hopefully) they will come fast (faster than I usually update my stories XDD). There’s not much progress in this part but I hope, with the appearance of one of ViViD’s boys (finally!), this might be exciting enough for you guys. With that being said, go on and click the cut (or the fake one, if you find this post in a community), and as always, your comments make you my favoritemeal people :D
House of Horrors
Part 02
Uruha
“Kai, I think you should knock again,” I suggest, feeling like I can fall asleep while standing on my two feet any second now.
The owner of this house is certainly taking his or her sweet time just to get the door. I’m worried that Kai didn’t knock hard enough. The house is huge. I’m not sure that the sound of him knocking reached as far as the center spot of the house. What if the owner is somewhere deeper in there, further away from the front door, or maybe even on the second floor? Worse, even, what if they are asleep? It is late, I must say. The last time I checked the time on my phone it was eleven forty, and that was when we got off the van minutes ago. I’m pretty certain that it’s a little over midnight by now.
Come on, Kai, don’t be such a worry wart, and stop craning your neck like that. You look like an ostrich. You can’t see through a solid, wooden door, so there’s no point in trying. Just knock again, or else I’ll do it.
Reita
Well, I guess there’s no going back now that Kai has knocked on the door… again, following after Uruha’s request. It’ll be nowhere near funny if we run off now like elementary school kids playing pranks on their classmate. What will the world think when they find out the members of the GazettE do that? That will be embarrassing. We don’t play trick-or-treat again since we were twelve.
But waiting for whoever is in the house to respond to the knocking, in this eerie silence and spooky surroundings nonetheless, is like watching a rubber band that is being stretched and waiting for it to snap apart. That’s the exact image, but in place of that rubber band is my nerve instead. It can happen anytime now, the moment when the tension becomes too much and I won’t be able to take it anymore, and then I will… okay, so I have no idea what I will do. All I know is that it seems like a very intimidating possibility and I don’t think I’ll be too happy to wait until after it happens.
I need a distraction, really. All I keep thinking for the last half an hour or so are all awfully negative thoughts. You know, when you’ve got too much of that negative thought filling up the inside of your skull, I bet you you’ll soon get a really bad headache. That’s why I said I needed a distraction, to get my mind off of everything dark and discomforting, which, unfortunately, is to be found everywhere around me now.
But just when I feel like a firecracker factory is about to explode within me, distraction comes from the least suspected source. My mind instantly abandons my current worries and focuses on Aoi and how he is inching closer to me, slowly, but pretty surely. I’m not even sure he realizes what he’s doing. He looks so pitifully frightened, the poor guy, and my guess is it is simply instinctive how he is drawn towards the closest being who offers the smallest bit of security.
But it’s not like I am offering him anything. When things go bad, I don’t even know if I can fend for myself, let alone someone else, no matter how important that someone else is for me.
Aoi
I think I should just go back to the car. Really, I seriously think I better turn around and go back, right now. Something inside me is telling me—no, yelling should be more appropriate. It is yelling at me so loudly, and with invisible hands it is clutching at my shoulders and shaking me back and forth, making its point clear that I should leave this place at once…
I’ll just wish everyone good luck, ask them to be safe and walk back to where Sakai and our driver, Yamada, are waiting. I don’t mind the cold. No, the temperature is the least of my worries now. I feel danger coming ahead of us, but I’d be damned if I knew what it was. All I know is that I’ll be much safer away from this place, far, far away.
Alright now, I’ll just turn slowly around and…
Oh shit, too late.
Ruki
You know, I actually believed it for a moment that we were standing in front of an uninhabited house. Kai has knocked twice but there hasn’t been any visible sign of life springing out from inside the house to greet us. I hate to think of the possibility of us having to camp the night away in the van without being able to turn the heater on. I’ve heard some saying about how each other’s warmth is all we need in the worst of situations… well, I say that’s crap. In this temperature we’ll turn into snowmen by dawn—the most attractive snowmen to have ever been found, but still, the chances aren’t as fascinating as they sound.
But to my relief, and to Aoi’s horror, I believe, there comes the long awaited click that only tells us that someone’s finally opening the door.
Thank God. Hot bath, here I come!
Uruha
Alright, so, umm… am I seeing things or is this guy standing before us is really dressed the way he is? Have we gotten ourselves lost in a video-shooting set for a visual, gothic band or some sort? It is also possible that we’ve just come across the most eccentric man on earth who likes to wear some fancy getup just to stay at home without any appropriate event or occasion to attend to.
But, either way, I think I’m having a crush on the jacket this guy is wearing. It looks absolutely fabulous.
Kai
It is with all my might that I try not to stare so insolently at the person that is standing before us at the moment, especially at the outlandish costume that he is wearing.
I’ve been in the music business for, what, seven, eight years already? It’s considerably a long time and I think I’ve seen too much, grown too acquainted with the many quirks that we stumble upon along the way in our daily lives. In these many quirks, one might say that wardrobes and makeup are some of its most essential aspects. It’s important, you see, to learn what looks good on us and what doesn’t. We are, after all, a visual kei band, or at least that’s what the media and the rest of the world seem to label us with. Appearance is almost as important as the music itself.
So then, based on my experience, I dare say this man here is wearing a full set of stage costume that makes me think if he is actually a member of those new visual kei bands I’ve noticed sprouting like mushrooms lately. A fur-collared jacket, silver tie, dark-pink pants… all of those and also a very impressive hairdo, plus, a well-done makeup job.
He reminds me of Shou, somewhat.
Okay, great, I’m staring. Focus now, Kai, focus! Remember what you’re here for!
Stretching a slightly stiff smile, I start speaking, hoping that this gentleman doesn’t mind us intruding like this.
“We’re very sorry to have disturbed you at this time of the night. But you seen, our van broke down on the road, not far from here. We really have no idea where the nearest gas station is. So we were wondering if…”
Reita
“I understand,” with smooth, deep voice the host speaks. Hearing him speak somehow gives me chills down my spine, though I can’t understand why or even how.
The guy, who so oddly reminds me of Shou, smiles. It’s so not polite but I really can’t stop myself from staring at his hair. Who in their right minds wear such elaborate hairdo at home? Unless there’s a video shooting or maybe a costume party in the house, I can’t understand the reason why this guy finds it necessary to dress up the way he does.
“My name is Shin,” the guy speaks again. “I am the owner of this house.”
He looks over his shoulder into the house, but it’s too dim for me to see, so I can’t say who or what is in there behind the guy’s back. But not a second later, before I can discern anything, he has turned his smiley face back towards us again.
“Please, come in,” he says, “You are completely welcome to rest in my humble home tonight. I shall do whatever I can to provide you with what you may need, bed, food, and hot water to bathe with.”
Ruki
Did he just say hot water? Awesome! He must be psychic and he has read my mind to find out exactly what I wished for. I don’t even have to ask anymore.
And then, just as that last thought passes through my mind, suddenly the guy looks at me and smirks. That’s kind of weird. It’s like he really has been listening to what I am thinking. But that’s not possible, as far as I know. All those mind reading stuffs on TV are hoax. Scientifically speaking, no one can read minds, and whoever says they can, they’re lying. If you think I’m so pitifully skeptic, then ask Einstein.
Coincidences are logical, but supernatural stuffs… now those are plain stupidity.
Now come on and wrap up your nonsense, Kai. This Shin guy has so kindly invited us in, so what else are we waiting for?
Aoi
Stop it. Stop it, don’t go in. Don’t listen to this guy’s words. You can’t so easily trust someone you’ve only met this once, can you? Come on, guys. I really don’t think we should go in.
I sound like I’m paranoid. If I could listen to my own thoughts I’d think I was crazy. But I can’t stop these thoughts from popping up one after another. It’s like I’m being bombarded by them. Oh God, am I the only one who feels like someone’s trying to break my skull with a huge hammer and invade my mind once my brain is laid bare?
It’s very disturbing how the presence of my friends doesn’t even help me one bit. I’m scared. Normally I won’t admit it so freely, but God damn it, I’m so horribly scared right now. There is no use in convincing myself that I am only making things up. This is as real as it can get… And somehow I know that behind the door, in the house, there lies in wait something definitely more than we can ever imagine.
But I guess nothing I say or do now will be of use. Everyone has already started walking in to the house, and I can’t do anything else but to follow closely. Soon the darkness swallows us, taking us into its bowels.
And then, like a bullet through my skull, I can feel the host’s eyes drilling a hole on the back of my head, when we walk past him. Looking back over my shoulder I can see the guy standing there, smirking at me, his eyes are gleaming in the dark like some night creature’s eyes.
Oh God. There’s no turning back now, is there?
~ TO BE CONTINUED ~
A/N: Err... Since the heat is melting my brain into a mush (yes, people, GLOBAL WARMING IS NOT A MYTH!!!), I can't really think of anything else to say. So, let's just get on to comments, everyone! :D
Previous: Part 1
My fanfic list ==> here
Chapter: 02/??
Author:
akichuuFandom: the GazettE, ViViD
Pairing: ReitaXAoi (main), more to come
Rating: PG-15 for this chapter
Genre: Horror, comedy (crack… or maybe a poor attempt at it)
Warnings: Probable typos, grammatical errors and such
Disclaimers: They're not mine... yet *insert evil plans here*
Summary: It all seems like a dream, a very bad dream, that starts when the GazettE’s van suddenly breaks down in the middle of nowhere and, most appropriately, in the dead cold of the night. In their search of a refuge, these men find a massive house that looks as if it has surfaced right out of a horror movie. They risk it and knock on the door, soon meeting the eccentric residents and thus entering what may be the most horrifying experience they will remember for the rest of their lives… that is, if and only if the residents let them leave the house and live to remember.
Comments: Oh yes, the new chapter is here! I’ve already mentioned that the chapters will be short, but (hopefully) they will come fast (faster than I usually update my stories XDD). There’s not much progress in this part but I hope, with the appearance of one of ViViD’s boys (finally!), this might be exciting enough for you guys. With that being said, go on and click the cut (or the fake one, if you find this post in a community), and as always, your comments make you my favorite
Part 02
“Kai, I think you should knock again,” I suggest, feeling like I can fall asleep while standing on my two feet any second now.
The owner of this house is certainly taking his or her sweet time just to get the door. I’m worried that Kai didn’t knock hard enough. The house is huge. I’m not sure that the sound of him knocking reached as far as the center spot of the house. What if the owner is somewhere deeper in there, further away from the front door, or maybe even on the second floor? Worse, even, what if they are asleep? It is late, I must say. The last time I checked the time on my phone it was eleven forty, and that was when we got off the van minutes ago. I’m pretty certain that it’s a little over midnight by now.
Come on, Kai, don’t be such a worry wart, and stop craning your neck like that. You look like an ostrich. You can’t see through a solid, wooden door, so there’s no point in trying. Just knock again, or else I’ll do it.
Well, I guess there’s no going back now that Kai has knocked on the door… again, following after Uruha’s request. It’ll be nowhere near funny if we run off now like elementary school kids playing pranks on their classmate. What will the world think when they find out the members of the GazettE do that? That will be embarrassing. We don’t play trick-or-treat again since we were twelve.
But waiting for whoever is in the house to respond to the knocking, in this eerie silence and spooky surroundings nonetheless, is like watching a rubber band that is being stretched and waiting for it to snap apart. That’s the exact image, but in place of that rubber band is my nerve instead. It can happen anytime now, the moment when the tension becomes too much and I won’t be able to take it anymore, and then I will… okay, so I have no idea what I will do. All I know is that it seems like a very intimidating possibility and I don’t think I’ll be too happy to wait until after it happens.
I need a distraction, really. All I keep thinking for the last half an hour or so are all awfully negative thoughts. You know, when you’ve got too much of that negative thought filling up the inside of your skull, I bet you you’ll soon get a really bad headache. That’s why I said I needed a distraction, to get my mind off of everything dark and discomforting, which, unfortunately, is to be found everywhere around me now.
But just when I feel like a firecracker factory is about to explode within me, distraction comes from the least suspected source. My mind instantly abandons my current worries and focuses on Aoi and how he is inching closer to me, slowly, but pretty surely. I’m not even sure he realizes what he’s doing. He looks so pitifully frightened, the poor guy, and my guess is it is simply instinctive how he is drawn towards the closest being who offers the smallest bit of security.
But it’s not like I am offering him anything. When things go bad, I don’t even know if I can fend for myself, let alone someone else, no matter how important that someone else is for me.
I think I should just go back to the car. Really, I seriously think I better turn around and go back, right now. Something inside me is telling me—no, yelling should be more appropriate. It is yelling at me so loudly, and with invisible hands it is clutching at my shoulders and shaking me back and forth, making its point clear that I should leave this place at once…
I’ll just wish everyone good luck, ask them to be safe and walk back to where Sakai and our driver, Yamada, are waiting. I don’t mind the cold. No, the temperature is the least of my worries now. I feel danger coming ahead of us, but I’d be damned if I knew what it was. All I know is that I’ll be much safer away from this place, far, far away.
Alright now, I’ll just turn slowly around and…
Oh shit, too late.
You know, I actually believed it for a moment that we were standing in front of an uninhabited house. Kai has knocked twice but there hasn’t been any visible sign of life springing out from inside the house to greet us. I hate to think of the possibility of us having to camp the night away in the van without being able to turn the heater on. I’ve heard some saying about how each other’s warmth is all we need in the worst of situations… well, I say that’s crap. In this temperature we’ll turn into snowmen by dawn—the most attractive snowmen to have ever been found, but still, the chances aren’t as fascinating as they sound.
But to my relief, and to Aoi’s horror, I believe, there comes the long awaited click that only tells us that someone’s finally opening the door.
Thank God. Hot bath, here I come!
Alright, so, umm… am I seeing things or is this guy standing before us is really dressed the way he is? Have we gotten ourselves lost in a video-shooting set for a visual, gothic band or some sort? It is also possible that we’ve just come across the most eccentric man on earth who likes to wear some fancy getup just to stay at home without any appropriate event or occasion to attend to.
But, either way, I think I’m having a crush on the jacket this guy is wearing. It looks absolutely fabulous.
It is with all my might that I try not to stare so insolently at the person that is standing before us at the moment, especially at the outlandish costume that he is wearing.
I’ve been in the music business for, what, seven, eight years already? It’s considerably a long time and I think I’ve seen too much, grown too acquainted with the many quirks that we stumble upon along the way in our daily lives. In these many quirks, one might say that wardrobes and makeup are some of its most essential aspects. It’s important, you see, to learn what looks good on us and what doesn’t. We are, after all, a visual kei band, or at least that’s what the media and the rest of the world seem to label us with. Appearance is almost as important as the music itself.
So then, based on my experience, I dare say this man here is wearing a full set of stage costume that makes me think if he is actually a member of those new visual kei bands I’ve noticed sprouting like mushrooms lately. A fur-collared jacket, silver tie, dark-pink pants… all of those and also a very impressive hairdo, plus, a well-done makeup job.
He reminds me of Shou, somewhat.
Okay, great, I’m staring. Focus now, Kai, focus! Remember what you’re here for!
Stretching a slightly stiff smile, I start speaking, hoping that this gentleman doesn’t mind us intruding like this.
“We’re very sorry to have disturbed you at this time of the night. But you seen, our van broke down on the road, not far from here. We really have no idea where the nearest gas station is. So we were wondering if…”
“I understand,” with smooth, deep voice the host speaks. Hearing him speak somehow gives me chills down my spine, though I can’t understand why or even how.
The guy, who so oddly reminds me of Shou, smiles. It’s so not polite but I really can’t stop myself from staring at his hair. Who in their right minds wear such elaborate hairdo at home? Unless there’s a video shooting or maybe a costume party in the house, I can’t understand the reason why this guy finds it necessary to dress up the way he does.
“My name is Shin,” the guy speaks again. “I am the owner of this house.”
He looks over his shoulder into the house, but it’s too dim for me to see, so I can’t say who or what is in there behind the guy’s back. But not a second later, before I can discern anything, he has turned his smiley face back towards us again.
“Please, come in,” he says, “You are completely welcome to rest in my humble home tonight. I shall do whatever I can to provide you with what you may need, bed, food, and hot water to bathe with.”
Did he just say hot water? Awesome! He must be psychic and he has read my mind to find out exactly what I wished for. I don’t even have to ask anymore.
And then, just as that last thought passes through my mind, suddenly the guy looks at me and smirks. That’s kind of weird. It’s like he really has been listening to what I am thinking. But that’s not possible, as far as I know. All those mind reading stuffs on TV are hoax. Scientifically speaking, no one can read minds, and whoever says they can, they’re lying. If you think I’m so pitifully skeptic, then ask Einstein.
Coincidences are logical, but supernatural stuffs… now those are plain stupidity.
Now come on and wrap up your nonsense, Kai. This Shin guy has so kindly invited us in, so what else are we waiting for?
Stop it. Stop it, don’t go in. Don’t listen to this guy’s words. You can’t so easily trust someone you’ve only met this once, can you? Come on, guys. I really don’t think we should go in.
I sound like I’m paranoid. If I could listen to my own thoughts I’d think I was crazy. But I can’t stop these thoughts from popping up one after another. It’s like I’m being bombarded by them. Oh God, am I the only one who feels like someone’s trying to break my skull with a huge hammer and invade my mind once my brain is laid bare?
It’s very disturbing how the presence of my friends doesn’t even help me one bit. I’m scared. Normally I won’t admit it so freely, but God damn it, I’m so horribly scared right now. There is no use in convincing myself that I am only making things up. This is as real as it can get… And somehow I know that behind the door, in the house, there lies in wait something definitely more than we can ever imagine.
But I guess nothing I say or do now will be of use. Everyone has already started walking in to the house, and I can’t do anything else but to follow closely. Soon the darkness swallows us, taking us into its bowels.
And then, like a bullet through my skull, I can feel the host’s eyes drilling a hole on the back of my head, when we walk past him. Looking back over my shoulder I can see the guy standing there, smirking at me, his eyes are gleaming in the dark like some night creature’s eyes.
Oh God. There’s no turning back now, is there?
A/N: Err... Since the heat is melting my brain into a mush (yes, people, GLOBAL WARMING IS NOT A MYTH!!!), I can't really think of anything else to say. So, let's just get on to comments, everyone! :D
Previous: Part 1
My fanfic list ==> here
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