InsaneJournal

Who: Misaki and Shrine Ghost
What: Misaki's made a big mistake and messed with the wrong group
Where: The Shrine
When: Sunset
Why: She was trying to find clues and found only trouble.



Misaki Aoi woke up slowly inside the darkness of the old shrine. She felt cold, and sore. How did she wind up there, she could only vaguely remember. She'd gone looking for a group of boys that were probably older then her, bigger then her as well, and a lot meaner then Shirai-kun could ever be. She rubbed her head and blinked some, there was blood on her hand and her head hurt something fierce.

What was I doing again...Oh...that's right...I wanted to see if those boys knew anything about the missing people from school. I thought that maybe they did something to Kei-kun...but...ugh...my head hurts. Where...where am I exactly? This is the shrine right? Why did they leave me here?

She sat up slowly trying to ignore the spots in her eyes and get her self steady. The last thing she could recall was making her way up an alley and seeing them. She'd approached them pleasently and they at first looked at her quizically. After all it was rare a girl would come up to them this late at night. They had been polite and smiling the whole time as they ushered her down to the Shrine. The last thing she could remember was being lead inside up to the door of the shrine. When she asked why they had brought her there, one had said something about not knowing anything, but that he hoped she could make friends with the mice. Then she felt herself being shoved in and tripping on a loose stone and crashing against a stone step, and hit her head hard. She could hear their laughs after the door was locked shut before she passed out.


"Hello?" she could hear the sound of the night wind and the soft pitter of rain. It had been cloudy that morning...Shivering in the dark Misaki tried to find some way to get up. There were lots of stones and she had crawled over to an offering alter. Pushing herself up some Misaki found that it was hard to stand. Her arms and legs had cuts and bruises on them. She worried that the fall had done that to her. Her dress was just soiled and she she guessed that they didn't find her that interesting and had thrown her in here.

"Hello...is anyone here?" she asked and reached into her pockets. Her money was gone, that figured, but her phone was still there...unfortnately she had not charged it so it was low on service. Sighing she sat back down and leaned against the alter. What a rotten day this had turned into.