High school's Essays Reminiscences #2. Ghosts?

Okay,so this is the second one. Its about uh,you read the title I'm sure. Ya, ghosts. Basically its a ghost story but not supposed to be a creepy one. More like humor? I dunno. I got the idea from anime also. Its Keroro Gunsou if I'm not mistaken. But have forgotten which episode. The characters that I've combined are pretty random I must say. o,o 


Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Done yet again.


Ghosts.

            School at day must be a very interesting place, bursting with joy and laughter. However, when it is getting darker and the place is at total vacancy, some believe that another terrifying thing occupied the school. At a place far from the hectic city of Tokyo, in the heart of Kyoto, stood a school that was left since 5 years ago. The view of the building itself was creepy enough that most people avoided to stroll near it when night comes by.

          At another place that was located at the outskirts of Odaiba city, lived a boy namely Fuyuki Hinata. He had the pinched, slightly unhealthy look of someone who has grown a lot in a short space of time. Fuyuki was a first year high school student who was highly interested in the mystery things and myths. Never did any bizarre occurrences could escape from his awareness. For that reason, his friends fancied making pranks on him and this time, they had decided to scare his wits out of him at the so-called haunted school, the former Amaterasu High.

          That ‘Fuyuki-scare-troupe’ was led by the blond Yamato along with four other members that were Taichi, Ken, Izumi and Yolei. Izumi was in charged for special effects assisted by Ken and the other three were suppose to play the role of the ghost and phantom. Together they embarked to Amaterasu High at the centre of Kyoto city and got everything done before waiting for Fuyuki arrival.

          “This place doesn’t even send shivers down my spine,” uttered Yamato, breaking the silence of the night.

          “Honestly, why must make fuss over such a mere old school?” Taichi grunted followed by gales of laughter from the whole crowd.

          Amaterasu High was indeed an old abandoned school, but it did not show the slightest look of terror they thought. The only thing scary about it was that the building was feeble enough that it could collapse any moment! Fuyuki meanwhile could never feel less happier than being invited to investigate the mysterious Amaterasu High, which had been the talk of the town since it was forsaken.

That night, the atmosphere was unusually chilly than any other night before. The wind was blowing smoothly and the moonlit night air was filled with the distant sound of nocturnal creatures. Fuyuki strode alone while humming dreamily under his breath in the pool of light casted by the neighbouring lamp-posts. He was heading for the deserted Amaterasu High in Kyoto unaware of the wicked scheme his friends had specially stored for him.

“Oh, cool! Just as I expected from an old abandoned school!” Fuyuki shouted with an eager look on his fair face as he entered the school’s front gate. He obviously enjoyed what he doing which many was thought was frightening. That school was indeed in a chaotic state since nobody dared to enter it. Rumours said that some sort of spirits or ghouls were sighted lingering around the school at night-time. This had of course increased Fuyuki enthusiasms towards that school. Hence, without any delay, he stepped into the school’s building, his courage and guts all bundled up.

“Now, get ready Yamato! He’s heading directly to your territory!” yelled Izumi through his headphone’s mic upon seeing Fuyuki entering the hallway. They were busy preparing for the first trap with Yamato dressed up as the first ghost. He was supposed to be the ghost occupying the girl’s bathroom or for the most part known as ‘Minako’ among the students. Fuyuki walked slowly, passing the girl’s bathroom when he felt a strange feeling of being watched by someone. He looked around with the aid of the only light he had from his torchlight but nothing came into view. As Yamato was ready to make his big appearance, he however foolishly stepped onto a broken piece of floor, forcing him to stumble backwards and fell with a loud thud. “Oh, crap! Why didn’t I notice that stupid broken floor? Now, Izumi! Ken! Don’t worry about me! I’m fine! Just proceed with the next trap!” Yamato shrieked in pain and with great disappointment.

“What the-?!” Surprised with the sudden deafening sound, Fuyuki figured that in came from the girl’s restroom. In spite of this, he did not dare to enter as the sign on the broken door clearly wrote “GIRL’S BATHROOM’ and he could not possibly enter it as he was a lad. Nevertheless, he carried on with his journey and was about to walk passed the art room when suddenly a voice came from that room. It was Taichi this time, and he was all geared up to play his role as the ghost in the painting. Unfortunately, it also turned out to be a complete fiasco as a big painting behind him fell to pieces, making him to trip over a large pile of broken chairs. This accident had also given away the whole scheme as Fuyuki had a big encounter with Taichi himself. “Eh-? Tai? Is that really you?” asked Fuyuki in total disbelieve. Taichi on the other hand was utterly bewildered and panicked all the same; add along his pain from the mishap. “Err- I’m doomed,” he muttered silently under his breath.

“Wha-?! So all this nonsense about that stupid invitation was also a part of that plot of yours?” howled Fuyuki, in confusion. He did not seem furious about it, however.  

          “Umm…I guess so,” answered Yamato with an endorsement nod from Taichi, both were sneering at Fuyuki.

“Geez…and I thought I finally meeting a real-life poltergeist or something,” grunted Fuyuki with a total frustration reflected on his face.

“Now, cheer up my friend! Let’s all go to your house and have a nice supper there! We can watch the video recorded by Izumi and Ken too…” Yamato finished with a smirk etched on his handsome face.

“What? Those two are here too?!”

“Not just them, Yolei’s also here. Oh, crap, and she’s supposed to be the best part tonight! Ah, never mind that now. Let’s get them and go to your place Fuyuki!” yelled Taichi.

“Yeah! Let’s! Man, I’m starving that I could eat a horse!” uttered Yamato.

“Come on Yamato, I prefer a cow,” continued Taichi as the other two broke into a merry laugh.

“Yea…I agree. Now, I better make a call to my sister to make extra supper tonight,” said Fuyuki seconds later. Just as he was about to turn around, he caught sight of a girl in school uniform sitting on one of those chairs in a classroom. She had long dark hair and had the slight look of Yolei. “Well, that must be Yolei. Hey, Yolei!” he cried hoping for the girl’ attention and yet, she did not even startled a little. “I guess she didn’t hear me. Anyway, we’re going now Yolei! Don’t forget to catch up later!” and he strode away, following Yamato and Taichi’s lead.

Upon arriving at Fuyuki’s cozy house, everyone had a scrumptious supper prepared by Fuyuki’s elder sister, Natsumi Hinata. The crowd chatted non-stop about their adventure at the abandoned school and how Fuyuki was fooled by their troop.

“And Yolei, I must say that you are the greatest! I almost believe that you really were a ghost in that classroom just now!” shouted Fuyuki towards Yolei who seemed puzzled at his proclamation.

“Eh-? But I never-” claimed Yolei in a low voice as she stared at Fuyuki with baffled expression.

“Come on, Yolei! Don’t joke around with me,” Fuyuki sniggered.

“But, honestly, I’m not…hmm…” sighed Yolei after a while, still gazing at Fuyuki at a complete loss as if she never saw him before.

After setting themselves comfortably in the warm living room, Natsumi finally joined them and asked a question that put everyone into total astonishment, “What are you talking about? If you mean that old Amaterasu High building, well, I’m sorry to say that it had been demolished maybe a month ago. So, there’s no way you could’ve been there.”

“Excuse me but we’ve been there a moment ago. Where else could we’ve been then?” screeched Fuyuki, protesting his sister’s statement just now.

“Yeah! And we’ve got it on tape too! Ken! Izumi! Quick, take the video and make it play on that TV!” ordered Yamato pointing at the only television in that Hinata’s living room. Izumi meanwhile was rummaging his backpack for the video. After a short search, he found it and hand it over to Ken to be placed in the video player. Everyone in that room was waiting impatiently for the video to start playing and when it did, a deafening horror-struck scream echoed throughout the room, “Yikes!!! What was that???!!!!”

What did they actually see? Well, that remains a mystery.

~FIN~

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High school's Essays Reminiscences #1. Chocolate?

To those who knows about our little essay rendezvous during our final high school year, here are some recollection of it that I've found. The first one I've decided to post is 'Chocolate'. I made this story purely based on the anime, 'Kyou Kara Maou' or better known as 'God save Our King'. And oh, please ignore any of grammatical errors or mistake done since I'm not really sure if I had this one checked yet. 

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Done. :p

CHOCOLATE. 

Gwendal, Wolfram, Conrad, Yuri, Gwendal.

     Chocolate. What a very delightful moment for each bite taken that melts in our mouth.

Chocolate. The hair colour of someone I detested most.

Chocolate. The colour of his eyes.

Well, those were my definition about a word that spelled “chocolate”. For some reasons, it reminded me of someone, the person that I despised and loathed for maybe my entire life. I, as one of the Brigantes’ tribe took pride of being a part of our clan. We after all were the noblest descendant of human being in my opinion, comparing to those dorky Gael’s tribe.

Years ago, after my father’s death, my mother who was also the eighteenth Brigantes’ Queen has declared to marry another man. I did not object her decision but what I dislike most was that she was going to marry a filthy-blooded man, a Gael’s chap. He was Dunheely Weller. I remembered I was still around twelve at the time of their marriage. So, I guessed there was nothing I could do to stop the scheme.

Their marriage has bestowed them a son. He was given the name Conrart Weller. His looks resembled that man a lot. From his chestnut coloured hair to his pale chocolate eyes, it was as if he was a clone of that Dunheely himself. He did not even posses Mother’s blond hair or mine dark one or our emerald eyes. Nevertheless, he is still my half-brother and I could not care less about that.

Months later, I learned that Dunheely has left us without any departing words or something. Being furious, I yelled madly at my mother across the dining table, “What does this mean?! Why did he leave you?! Tell me the reason, Mother!” But, instead of getting an appropriate answer, all I got was just a mere sombre smile and a few simple words, “I knew why he left us Gwendal. Trust me, I honestly knew it.” “But, he’s completely abandoned us! Even his own son there!” I continued to shout, completely ignoring Mother’s bewildered look.

Several years passed and Conrart was ten years old while I had became one sturdy lad. Mother had yet married another man that I could proudly announce as my step-father. He came from a very distinguish family in the Brigantes’s tribe that is the Bielefelt. Both Conrart and I received a new little brother with the name, Wolfram von Bielefelt. I welcomed our new family member light-heartedly and was pleased to see his bright blond hair and lime green eyes that were so like Mother’s.

One fine autumn evening, while we were having a nice tea in the castle’s charming garden without Conrart along, the three years old Wolfram asked Mother, “Mother, where was little big brother gone to?”

“Who knows? Maybe he was out there, having a nice little adventure with that man?” answered Mother, grinning at me.

“Bah- like I care what they’re doing...” I grunted, a smirk etched on my face.

Seconds later, both Mother and I were taken aback with Wolfram’s sudden screech of surprise, “Oh, look! There’s little big brother! No way…he’s with that man! Er- he’s little big brother father right?” Mother was totally in astonishment upon seeing Dunheely’s face. Well, that was the first time he ever returns here after almost twenty years though we did received loads of letters from him. Despite staying here in the comfy of the castle along with our family, he just said, “Please, forgive me Celli. But I just came here to request a man to an adventure with me.” He obviously wanted me to go with him but honestly, why would I care about that?

He asked me, “Gwendal, have you ever heard about the ‘No Name Village’?”

          “Heh, is it the village fulls of those people of yours?”

          “Well, not quite but I guess you can say it that way.”

          “Anyway, I still don’t see what that’s got to do with me.”

          “I thought that you’re fancy to settle everything with me? Why don’t we just go and settled what’s undone there? How d’you like that?”

          Seemed like it a waste if I refuse to go with him after listening to his stunning offer, I decided to tag along. We travelled together through the harsh winter in the hope to reach the so-called ‘No Name Village’ in no time. However, amidst the journey, Dunheely has suggested to take a nice break under the cool shade of a willow tree.

          “Hey, Gwendal, wanna know something? It’s really nothing but I thought you should know. That village was actually foundered by me, along with other villagers of course,” uttered Dunheely, breaking the drowsy silence of the icy cold night.

          “So, what makes you think I care about it?” I answered; mind racing trying to penetrate the reason he told me all that rubbish.

          “Well, I thought that maybe you can make it a part of the Great Brigantes Kingdom for I feared that bandits will ruled the village later.”

          “In your dreams, maybe. Honestly, why in the world should I do that?”

          “Gwendal, tell you what, I just came here so that I can talk to you.”

          “Wha-?”

“All this years, I’ve been searching the reason for me to live. How to prove my existent in this world. Maybe, my name indeed would be remembered by those grateful villagers but still, I’m not contending with that. And then, I was suddenly struck with an answer. You hate me right, Gwendal?” Dunheely continued to mumble as I could feel that his voice was getting more and more weaker, “Well, to be hated by someone as distinguish and as noble as you would probably make me exists in this world, always.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m glad that I’m meeting you today, at this moment, Gwendal. I truly am. Now, if you don’t mind, allow me to take a rest for a while,” that were his final sentences before falling into a deep nap, leaving me, awestruck. After sometimes that seemed about a minute or two, I realized that he really fell into a very, very deep sleep. A sleep that he would never woke up again. Bits of snowflakes starting to drop, pieces by pieces, creating a gloomy atmosphere as if they knew what happened. And, I was left alone there, under a big shady willow tree, with a man I hated whom I knew he would never come back again.

“Wow! I never knew such place existed in the Great Brigantes Kingdom! It’s extremely magnificent!” shouts King Yuri, the twentieth Brigantes’ King in amazement. We are all outside, in the middle of the field that is fulls of blooming flowers and various crops, having a scrumptious picnic.

“Here, Your Majesty! Have a sandwich! I made it myself, with the help of the cooks of course!” declares the blond haired Lady Celli as everyone breaks into gales of laughter.

“Oh, yeah! Great! Thanks, Lady Celli. But, wait a sec…where’ve Gwendal gone to?” Yuri continues, his eyes searching for a man figure, a man with dark hair. “Ah, there he is! What he’s doing under that tree? You lot just wait here. I’ll go after him and ask him to join us.”

“No, wait, Your Highness. I think that it’s better to leave him alone for a while. I’m sure he’ll come by soon, right Mother?” says a handsome young man with brown hair like chestnut.

“Yes, I’m sure he will, Conrart dear,” answers Lady Celli with a contented smile and a total happiness reflected on her beauteous face.

“Honestly, Mother, you pampered him a lot. And you Yuri, stop being such a wimp! Care about yourself sometimes, would you?!” howls a blond boy with a pair of great lime-green eyes.

“Hey, it’s my choice okay? And stop calling me that, Wolfram!” Yuri screams back, ending the chit-chatting with a merry laugh from the whole crowd.

         

And, there I am, the majestic Gwendal von Voltaire, noble Bringantes’ blood flowing in my veins, standing in front of a big shady willow tree in the middle of the hill’s little summit. My eyes are gazing intently upon the neatly carved words on the rough willow’s trunk that reads:

‘HERE LIES LORD DUNHEELY WELLER, PROBABLY THE BRAVEST MAN EVER EXISTS’

          Indeed, he was a gallant man up to the very end of his life. He put up all his guts and strength to ward off his foes in order to protect things he treasured most. I had learned that he had fought in numerous battles before he managed to set up that ‘No Name Village’, that now was declared as a part of the Great Brigantes Kingdom under the rule of an aristocrat family, Voltaire. Honestly, how dim-witted he has to be before he left the world for good? Yes, I hate him. I truly despise him. Still, he is one of the most important people in my life. He is the man that I shall pursue always, and yet never surpass. I could never possibly forget all that chocolate things about him.

~FIN~ 

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Seasons?

       Random post, I know. Just trying to fill my time. *shrugs* So,I really like Winter (eventhough my country is far from having it) I just love to see the fairy-tale like view of it like the above picture (and yes,that picture is only an imaginary one) but I'm pretty sure you can easily find a place that looks exactly like that around Europe (somewhere with snow to be exact).
*sigh* I dunno when will I finally be able to experience one. Its just impossible to see snow falling outside my window where I am now. :p Not that I mind. I got chill just from the rain. So,I might get a seizure or turn blue if its snowing then. But just looking at the scenery makes me feel calm. Sort of bliss? *cheesy lol* I know right? 
Anyway,thats all for random post #1. More to come soon. Hmm,I'm thinking of posting about Autumn. My other favourite season.

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