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Afraid of the Light	By : Resting-Madness Category: Beyblade > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't make a profit from this story. I do not own any Beyblade character mentioned or used in it.

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Ozuma pumped his legs as fast as they could run. He didn't know where he was going since he's only been in the woods twice since his family came to Tokyo but he knew wherever the forest took him was better than being in that house.
"Ozumaa!" Zeo called behind him.
"Ozuma!" Called Tyson. "Hey, dude, slow down!"
Ozuma didn't so much as hop over something in his way as he ripped through the bushes and jetted past the trees. His breathing was sharp and his lungs stung from over exertion. But he could not stop.
"Ozuma, man, slow down!" Tyson continued to call to him. "Wait!"
"You're going towards the road, Ozuma slow down!" Warned Zeo.
Breathing harder and harder as he ran and... "Ugh!" He grunts, falling to the ground as his foot comes into contact with a hidden pot hole in the dirt. He scrambled to his feet and tried fleeing again but his arm was seized in a tight grip.
"Ozuma calm down," It was Zeo. "What are you doing?"
"Yeah," pants Tyson, catching up to them. "Who set your butt on fire?"
"Shut up, Tyson," Zeo turned a glare on the Japanese boy. "Ozuma...?"
"I saw someone... in my house. A woman." He answered, out of breath and still shaken. Visibly shaken his body trembled mercilessly in Zeo's grip.
"Ozuma," The blue hair boy hugged his friend tight to him. "I was just in your bathroom, right when you were... I didn't see anyone."
The Balaji child clung to Zeo, pressing his face into his shirt. This was a fine attitude for someone his age. Fighting back tears and sniffles. "How could you not see it? She was right there." Ozuma asked, his voice muffled within the shirt he had given Zeo.
"It's ok, you and me can go back to your house and search the place." Zeo used a soothing tone as he petted his friend's two-toned hair. "Nothing's gonna get you. I promise."
This is exactly what his fears did. It embarrassed him in front of his friends. And now it's doing it again infront of his new friends. God help him when school starts.
Tyson stood in the background, scratching his hair through his hat. He was uncomfortable with these lovey-dovey situations. And he's never known a guy to be so open with his emotions. It's sort of awkward. "Um... yeah... I can even help- nothing scares the Ty-myster." He shot his thumb at himself. "So rest assured bud'."
"Ozuma?" His father said.
The three kids turned around to see the Balaji car rolling across the bridge towards them. Ozuma left Zeo's embrace rushing across the distance to the safety of his parents.
"Huh..." Tyson walked up beside Zeo. "I didn't know Ozuma was such a chicken."
Zeo looked at his friend balled his fist and gave him a punch on the shoulder.
"What?" Tyson shrugs.
...
"Can you describe the woman for us, son?" An officer asked. He dropped down in a crouch to be eye level with Ozuma. The young boy could see the man still had some youthful blemishes on his face mostly on his cheek leading down to his thinning mustache. The cop's dark eyes focused hard on Ozuma's green sea.
His father had called the police right away when they heard that their son had seen someone in their home. The cops were there within minutes and had searched the place top to bottom seeing no one nor was anything missing. At least not that they knew of because most of their items were still taped up in boxes.
Ozuma blinked his eyes closed. He wished this was over. He wanted to be normal, just like he had always been. Not some sideshow freak that sees people that aren't there. "She was," he swallowed hard.
Not only was he gonna be a freak but he was going to be embarrassed by teasing adults thinking he'd continue to cry wolf. Not only that but Tyson and Zeo were still in the house waiting for the cops to leave. He wanted to shrink into the couch and hide.
"Son?" The cop said again.
Why do cops call boys that, never do you hear 'daughter' toward a little girl. It must be a man thing. "Um... she looked about," he shrugged. "5' 7'' and... she has long black hair- like right to where her elbows begins and..." A brief flash of the woman danced into his mind and he shook her free. "Her skin was discolored in a grayish hue. I don't know, she looked dirty."
"Dirty?" Repeats the cop as though he could figure the boy was lying.
"Yes." Ozuma felt his mother's grip on his shoulders tighten in a comforting way. "Like she had either been swimming or something, in a dirty lake... There's one outside our home not far."
The cop smirked. "And what was she wearing?"
Himani growled seeing the cops reaction. "Listen, if you're here to mock my son, kindly leave."
The cop held up his hand. "I'm not here to start any trouble, I'm just doing a simple procedure."
"Procedure to what? Harass people that you don't believe? If my son says he saw something than he saw something. Now please leave."
The cop twisted his mouth up. "Very well," He stood. "Let us know if you, see anything else, okay?" He tucked his notepad into his shirt pocket. "Let's go boys! We're outta here!" He signaled to the other two cops that were still searching through the house.
One of the officers had wandered into Ozuma's bedroom. He was looking under something at the time but saw nothing. Standing on his knees he turned his attention to the closet; the door was slightly cracked and in front of it lay a pile of damp clothes. Oddly, next to the clothes, facing the closet was a soggy foot print: gray, long and a little wide. Eh, could just be the kids foot.
Standing, the cop walked over to the closet door ready to open it. But something cold blew against his hand just as he reached for the door knob. A draft in a closet? What the hell? Something was wrong, something in the air, he could feel it. And just as his hands came around the knob...
"Let's go boys!" The head cop shouted from downstairs.
"Coming," The man let his hand drag from the knob pulling the door slightly open because of it.
Something dark, a black and gray bundle of darkness popped an eye open, and a smile came across it's face. It reached up and slammed the closet door shut.
The cop jumped, startled by the sudden sound. Glancing back into the room, he noticed that the closet door was now closed and he sped off down the stairs. He wasn't about to stick around in an unsafe area.
The Balaji family watched the cowardly man exit the house with enough speed to peel wall paper. The head cop gave him a cross look waiting then for the other cop, who walked in big and husky as though he let his weight be power rather than shame. He looked as though nothing in the world could scare him and nothing in life ever would.
"I didn't see a thing boss." He answered with a rich husky voice.
The head officer nods to him, then looked back at the family sitting on the couch. "You keep in touch if you have anymore break in's." And with that he headed out.
"Bastards." His father spat the moment the front door closed.
"Ozuma," his mother held his cheeks turning his face to hers. "Did you really see someone honey?"
Ozuma looked into his mother's eyes, he couldn't lie to her. But if no one else can see these people than isn't saying they're there lying anyway? "Mom, I saw someone... it was the woman,"
"You've said that,"
"No, the lady on the street. The one we saw when we came here... the one with the man and the sign."
"Ssshhh, It's okay... you don't have to be afraid anymore. We're all here and we're safe."
Himani blinked at what his son had said. "The couple?" It was odd that his son would even be thinking about them, that was in another city- wasn't it?
"Yes!" Ozuma replied. "I keep seeing them, they're..." He shook his head. "Never mind, I'm probably just imagining things that's all."
"Exactly, you're a little tired from all the unpacking." His mother soothed. "You just go on upstairs and get some rest," Tsugani looked at Tyson and Zeo. "Your friends will be back a bit later."
Taking the hint, Zeo stood. "Yeah, I should be getting home anyway. I should have eaten lunch by now."
Tyson smiled following after Zeo. "Yeah, see you later Ozuma,"
"Hope you feel better." Zeo said finally and walked out of the house.
"How 'bout you eat your lunch, then take a nice hot bath and get some rest." His mother suggests.
"I don't want a bath." Ozuma informed, standing.
He picked up his lunch of McDonald's and walked into the kitchen to eat it at the table. What a rotten day this had turned into. His first kiss, ruined because his mind is haunting him with images of some freaky couple on the road, then his friends think he's nuts! And now his own parents are beginning to not believe him because they think its exhaustion.
Great.
Miserably, he bit into a french frie and chewed it mechanically. His body was so numb with sadness he could barely taste it. His parents busied themselves in the living room with something while he ate and a moment later the sweet sound of cartoon's filled the air.
His father appeared at the door, "Tv's hooked up if you wanna eat out here in the living room." He said.
Ozuma returned the only item he had removed from the bag back inside. "Okay." He walked in after his father and sat down on the couch, placing his things on the coffee table. It was his favorite show, Comic Party, so he relaxed easily.
Himani and Tsugani gave each other a glance then continued to put the house together, there were only a few things left that needed to be done and then maybe things would start to calm down a bit.
Calm yourself Ozuma, you're gonna let yourself get worked up again and that's not a good thing. No one has to know about what's going on and than things really can be normal. At least for everyone else I can be sane. He told his self in a commanding tone.
There was no way he would go on shouting "there's a ghost" when it wasn't true. Yes, this week is going to be a good one. He'll hang out with his friends and be normal. If anyone asks him how he's doing. Normal. And if he sees the couple again... he can just sleep outside of his parents' door, they can't hurt him there.
With that settled, Ozuma relaxed himself and spent the rest of the day watching television. Later on that night around seven or eight o'clock his father announced that the house was now the Balaji home. Ozuma and his mother, who've been watching a movie when she quit half way through unpacking gave him a cheap applause.
Himani took a bow and sat down on the couch beside them. Reaching for a handful of popcorn, he dropped it into his mouth munching quietly. "What's this?"
"Some murder movie." Ozuma replied. His eyes were glued to the set.
A woman was in the parking lot of her building and a figure in a black trench coat just ran when it was spotted by the woman it was stalking. How was no one else seeing this person. And when they did they ignored them and huddled around the star asking if she were all right. Ozuma had an insight that it was the woman's husbands ex-wife. How could it not be? She was an obvious suspect.
The Balaji's watched on but Ozuma never got to see the rest, he had fallen asleep half way toward the end. Himani nudged his wife and she smiled. Lifting his son up from the couch he walked the boy up the narrow stairs and lay him in bed, with the covers half way pulled up.
"Good night, son." He made sure that all of Ozuma's night lights were turned on. Then, just for good measure, he cracked the closet door to make sure there was nothing inside.
It was of course empty, at least as far as he could tell, the night lights didn't exactly reach every corner of the closet space. But he knew that it was safe. Leaving the bedroom he walked into the master bedroom into the darkness, right to the closet. Stripping his shirt off he undressed then put on his night clothes.
His wife remained downstairs watching the movie. The whole house seemed still as though it were watching with her.
The woman in the movie walked into her apartment with her husband, the two of them were talking deeply about something when out of nowhere he attacks her! Tsugani's eyes went wide with surprise. She never would have guessed it was him! She honestly thought after a while that it was the woman's best friend. Imagine the twist!
Fingers gently brushed through Tsugani's hair and she swatted them away. "Honey, can you get the salt, the popcorn gets dry towards the end."
There was a low thumping of foot steps exiting the living room.
"Thank you."
It was quiet again. Then a clank came from the kitchen, sounded a lot like plates or maybe forks being moved.
"Sweet heart, the salt is in the cupboard over the stove you know that. What are you doing in there?"
She saw a long shadow hit the wall in front of her projected from the light over the stove. The shadow seemed not like her husband's at all. For starters it was an inch or maybe foot or two shorter than Himani, and secondly her husband's hair isn't as long as the person in the kitchen's. So who...?
"Mani...? Honey is that you?" She asked without turning around. "Stop messing with me, you know that I scare easily." She warned.
The person in the kitchen was coming closer; the light from the stove coming out as far as the couch she sat on. "Himani this isn't funny now, stop it." Nervously, she held the bowl of popcorn tight between her hands. Whoever it was was in for it, whether it was bowl or knife, they would be beaten mercilessly.
Just as a creeping hand was about to rest on her shoulder, Tsugani turned around swinging frantically at whoever was behind her.
"Tsu'- ow! It's me!" Himani shielded himself with his forearm. "What are you doing?" He asked, looking down at the popcorn that tumbled weightlessly down his leg.
"There was... Honey were you in the kitchen?"
"The kitchen? No. I was getting changed." His eyes narrowed. "Why? Is there someone in the house?" He hurried into the kitchen. After checking around he returned to the living room. "This place is falling apart, one of the drawers sank in. The knives and things fell a drawer down." He walked over to his wife giving her shoulders a quick rub. "Is that what scared you?"
Tsugani was sure that she saw someone. "But..." She looked up. Her husband's hair was pulled into a ponytail and she sighed. "Yes, that's what I heard. Thank you, my big strong bear." She gave him a kiss.
Himani laughed at his bravery and sat on the couch. There was nothing in this house.
But in the kitchen the pantry door clicked shut.
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Commentary: I checked the date when I first typed this... 2005 ahaha.
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