Amine in a Haunted Mansion

Zidane ran toward the music, he shouted to Saix, "Keep up, purple head!"

 

"Do you have to call me that?!" Saix had a sudden burst of speed and over took Zidane with ease.

 

"You have purple hair, right?" Zidane said. "So, you're a purple head."

 

"My hair is not this colour through my choice."

 

Zidane opened a door to a some sort of music room, sitting at the piano and playing was a girl who looked like him. Zidane's mouth dropped to the floor.

 

Saix looked from Zidane to the girl "That's creepy..."

 

"Hello," the girl said as soon as she stopped. "I'm Maya."

"Zidane......." he said.

 

"Saix." He waved slightly as he leaned against the wall.

 

"How strange, Zidane and I look exactly alike," Maya said.

Zidane nodded.

 

"Belive me, I've seen stranger."

 

Zidane walked toward her, but tripped. Hoping she would catch him, he closed his eyes and fell on his face. "I fell through you?!" he shouted. "Ghost!"

 

"Then again." Saix tipped his head on it's side.

 

"This house has a cruse, I'm its prisoner," Maya said.

 

Saix pushed himself off the wall and walked over "How long for?"

 

"Its been so long, I can't remember," Maya sighed. "The only way to free myself from this curse to be with someone will care for me."

 

"Don't look at me. No emotions at all."

 

Zidane stood up and brushed himself off. "I'll do it," he said. "I'll explain it to my girl later."

 

"Not to be one to rain on your parade but from what I remember caring dosn't work like that."

 

"I think it has something to do with giving your life for other people," Zidane said.

 

"I ment you can't just go 'I like you' and mean it."