Post by Yoshimitsu on Jul 28, 2008 12:38:58 GMT -5
A thunderstorm. Another thunderstorm. Or was it the same one? Yoshimitsu couldn't tell. There had been nothing but constant downpour for the past week, and never ending lightning. People had completely refused to leave the house out of fear, fear that the wind and rain would become so much heavier, that the lightning might strike them next. Yoshimitsu looked out the window, the outside almost completely hidden by the downpour. He sighed, and sat at the table instead, turning the TV on.
"The thunderstorm that has been raging for the past week has got experts baffled. There does not seem to be any explanation for it at all, and the fear it is inspiring is intense. People have barricaded themselves in their houses, refusing to leave. It seems like the world has come to a complete standstill. Now, here's Jim with the sports news."
"Thank you Betty. Today's sports news is that there is no news! There have been no sporting activities or matches, because every different team refuses to go out and play in such conditions."
Yoshimitsu switched the TV off and stood up. Something unnatural was happening. That much was obvious. Thunderstorms didn't just rage for a week for no reason. He started up the stairs, deciding that if he was going to investigate, he'd need to wear something a bit more appropriate. As he ascended the stairs, he glanced at the door to Vincent's room and stopped. The door was open.
Ever since Vincent had gone, Yoshimitsu had only been in his room once. Just to check. If Vincent had wanted something, he would have returned for it, Yoshimitsu guessed. He had looked through the room once, just in case there was any explanation for all the things that had caused the massive shift in personality. There was nothing. No diary or notes or anything. Since then, Yoshimitsu had closed the door and never entered since, out of respect.
Yoshimitsu approached the door cautiously, one hand on his sword hilt just in case. If someone was in there, he wanted to know why. He pushed the door lightly, the door swinging open silently, and stepped inside. No one was there. Nothing immediately jumped out at him, literally and metaphorically. There didn't seem to be anything missing after a quick glance. Yoshimitsu relaxed slightly, and looked at the room a bit closer.
Bed, still untouched, a bit dusty. Wardrobe, slightly ajar, just as Yoshimitsu left it. Mirror, dusty, but otherwise perfect condition. Window, closed, no change. The carpet too, while covered in a fairly thick layer of dust, still the same. The wall of pictures, looked fine... wait. Yoshimitsu saw it. The centremost picture had gone, replaced by a sheet of paper. He remembered the picture. It was of him and Vincent, in a club, dancing. It was one of the few of them just having fun. Kilik had taken it. It was the first picture they ever had together. Yoshimitsu read the note.
"Borrowing this for a while."
Yoshimitsu frowned, then came to a conclusion. No point trying to find out who had taken it now. Who knows how long it had been gone? Or who had taken it? He turned to leave, then noticed the wardrobe again. Vincent hadn't taken any of his clothes. He approached the wardrobe and started glancing through it.
Half an hour later, Yoshimitsu was walking through Cherrygrove. In the interests of staying dry, he had formed a dome of water above his head that was catching the rain. He had borrowed some of Vincent's clothes, and was currently wearing a blue jacket over a red t-shirt, and faded black jeans. A simple outfit, but it had practicality.
"I guess Lee's the best bet, then Six," Yoshimitsu said to himself, heading in Lee's direction.
"The thunderstorm that has been raging for the past week has got experts baffled. There does not seem to be any explanation for it at all, and the fear it is inspiring is intense. People have barricaded themselves in their houses, refusing to leave. It seems like the world has come to a complete standstill. Now, here's Jim with the sports news."
"Thank you Betty. Today's sports news is that there is no news! There have been no sporting activities or matches, because every different team refuses to go out and play in such conditions."
Yoshimitsu switched the TV off and stood up. Something unnatural was happening. That much was obvious. Thunderstorms didn't just rage for a week for no reason. He started up the stairs, deciding that if he was going to investigate, he'd need to wear something a bit more appropriate. As he ascended the stairs, he glanced at the door to Vincent's room and stopped. The door was open.
Ever since Vincent had gone, Yoshimitsu had only been in his room once. Just to check. If Vincent had wanted something, he would have returned for it, Yoshimitsu guessed. He had looked through the room once, just in case there was any explanation for all the things that had caused the massive shift in personality. There was nothing. No diary or notes or anything. Since then, Yoshimitsu had closed the door and never entered since, out of respect.
Yoshimitsu approached the door cautiously, one hand on his sword hilt just in case. If someone was in there, he wanted to know why. He pushed the door lightly, the door swinging open silently, and stepped inside. No one was there. Nothing immediately jumped out at him, literally and metaphorically. There didn't seem to be anything missing after a quick glance. Yoshimitsu relaxed slightly, and looked at the room a bit closer.
Bed, still untouched, a bit dusty. Wardrobe, slightly ajar, just as Yoshimitsu left it. Mirror, dusty, but otherwise perfect condition. Window, closed, no change. The carpet too, while covered in a fairly thick layer of dust, still the same. The wall of pictures, looked fine... wait. Yoshimitsu saw it. The centremost picture had gone, replaced by a sheet of paper. He remembered the picture. It was of him and Vincent, in a club, dancing. It was one of the few of them just having fun. Kilik had taken it. It was the first picture they ever had together. Yoshimitsu read the note.
"Borrowing this for a while."
Yoshimitsu frowned, then came to a conclusion. No point trying to find out who had taken it now. Who knows how long it had been gone? Or who had taken it? He turned to leave, then noticed the wardrobe again. Vincent hadn't taken any of his clothes. He approached the wardrobe and started glancing through it.
Half an hour later, Yoshimitsu was walking through Cherrygrove. In the interests of staying dry, he had formed a dome of water above his head that was catching the rain. He had borrowed some of Vincent's clothes, and was currently wearing a blue jacket over a red t-shirt, and faded black jeans. A simple outfit, but it had practicality.
"I guess Lee's the best bet, then Six," Yoshimitsu said to himself, heading in Lee's direction.