𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ー sabigiyuu

.9.

Chapter nine; 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

"Won't you come out?" Haru's words were honeyed. Playful and soft, but unnerving and hard to trust. He giggled, hopping and jumping and twirling as he made his way up the stairs. Sabito clenched his fists, and his grip on the shovel tightened more and more by the running second.

Suddenly, Haru tumbled and fell to the ground. Sabito tackled him, causing them to roll and roll and roll, before coming to an abrupt stop.

"...Goddamn." Mumbled an echoing, rough voice from not very afar. Despite the vocals being low, and gruff; it was orotound. The voice sounded familiar. Somewhat like... Shinazugawa Sanemi.

"He's still quite the knob, no matter how impressive that move was." This time, it was one with quite... flat vocals. It seemed quite clear it was from a masculine person. The relaxed, but slightly annoyed tone... Iguro Obanai.

Nico stiffened slightly of perplexity. He took in a small breath, but the voices didn't disappear. Why was it? Wouldn't he only see, hear and feel as he'd be heavily sickened. Any strong, negative emotion, like disgust, anger, sorrow. Those would trigger it all, but he wasn't feeling anything close to that. So, why? Why was,, no, how was he able to hear the voices of... Giyuu and Sabito's friends?

He lowered his head, his hair clouding his eyes. He quickly looked around, his pupils darting from his eyes to scan everywhere; looking for openings of the blankets.

He sighed, then furrowed his eyebrows.

'Hey, look on the bright side. Even though they're dead, they're still idiots.' He thought to himself, as a way to calm down and rethink the situation under these tight circumstances. Literally.

Suddenly, the sound of tins and buckets clashed and clung roughly against the ground. There was a yelp, but it wasn't from anyone Nico knew of. At least, that's what he presumed.

"...Kocho." Said a motonous, calm but slightly scolding voice.

"Oh my-.. I'm so sorry!" A feminine, ringing... ghost? Let's say ghost. -exclaimed, her voice sounding slightly panicked.

"You idiot! You'll get those two killed!" Sanemi frustratedly scolded her as well, she sighed worriedly.

"And since when did you care about them?" Obanai chuckled, though he sounded quite odd. He was much more lower. No, I don't mean his vocals. I mean his physical presence. Wait, but he's dead. So technically, he wouldn't even physically be there!.... You know what? Whatever. It sounded like he was sitting. His voice was coming from a low position. It was either he was sitting, or perhaps... upside down.

"Well, tell me. Do you think I want another person in this stupid little daycare? No." All you could hear was Shinazugawa's gravelly, annoyed voice due to him being disembodied. However, it was clear that he was scowling annoyedly at Obanai. The ebony haired had just let out a light, attitude-ish 'hmph' as response.

Hearing the clatter of tins and buckets, Haru almost instantly threw Sabito; and quite far. As Sabito hit the wall, he felt scattered. He couldn't think well, he was dizzy.

Haru then knocked down the door with so much as his fist, a grimace slowly crept to his face.

One by one, cover by cover, Haru began slowly pulling down the dusty, white sheets that masked the old artworks. Stone statues, faint paintings and dusted, worn off scrolls filled the room with a gloomy aura.