And might I suggest listening to this: http://youtube.com/watch?v=j28qZiWeuTY&search=mushi%20dir
while your reading? I want to know if it fits the mood. XD
She heard a faint piano playing. It sounded so sad. A tear, dripped from the bottom of her lower eyelash, spilling to the floor. She followed the sound, and the sound of a mans voice. He sounded empty,and sad. Why? The only way young Kyoka could find out was to follow the voice within her head. She was dressed in a drab school uniform. Plaid. With whit accents. A skirt that came down to her knees, in black, blue, and green. Her shirt was white, and she wore a black tie. Her hair was unusually long, and un styled. And she wore little make-up. Eyeliner, at the most. Back at home, she was always hearing things. Seeing things. That couldn't quite be explained. Even her sister couldn't do the things Kyoka could. Yet, here Kyoka was. The dead of the night, following the sound of the Piano, and the mans sad, empty voice. She placed ivory skinned arms behind her, interlocking her fingers together. She walked up the deserted school stairs, and glanced up at the abandoned school building. She never relized how big it was until now. The doors were opened. Was the school .. calling for her? She shrugged, and walked up the secluded stairwell case. She didn't know the music room had a piano. Then again, it could have been her imagination again, too. She counted the stairs as she climbed them. Each time the music sounded closer. Clearer. She checked the music room, there was nothing there. More stairs, and she was led up to the roof. There was a man there. He was dressed in black, and indeed looked just like Kyoka had pictured. He had a pale face, that shun like the moon. He took notice of Kyoka, and his fingers ceased to play.
"I've been waiting along time for you, Kyoka. A very long time."
His voice, took Kyoka to halt. As she stood there, he decided to stand. The figure wore a grim look. Mysterious. Throwing the schoolgirl for a loop of confusion. He looked like no ghost or spirit. A muse, perhaps? She had one of those before, she actually, got attached to him. And as Kyoka completed that task, he faded, and never graced his presence again.
"Who are you?" She whispered, not knowing wether or not he had heard. She was curious, yet half afraid to speak up. Then before she knew, he was before her.
"I called, and you responded. I've been watching you. I know what you are."
"What I am? I'm nothing more then a mere mortal."
"Wrong!" He spun around, lifting a finger to the air. "Your not just any, ordinary mortal, are you?"
He stepped forward, taking the younger girls chin into the palm of his palely fleshed hand. He never once smiled. He took a few steps backward, the piano, didn't move. He soon was on the edge of the rooftop, he waved, and fell backwards. The girl ran across, to the side, and he was out of sight.
Kyoka. 17 year old Female. Third year in high school. Just witnessed a suicide.