Title: A weapon's telepathy
Proclaimers: Yu Yu Hakusho and all it's characters belong to Yoshihiro Togashi; only my imagination belongs to me :3
This story is the result of a request, so hope you all enjoy.
Who would have thought, or in the least expected, my Christmas would begin like this?
And what idiot would willingly engage in a stare down with such fierce eyes?
What can my simple, brown eyes put up against those opposite me?
But there is no use questioning that now; no matter what answer I may find, I still find myself unable to escape those eyes.
How did I end up in this situation? It's like the world is becoming blurry. I feel his presence inside my head. I don't like it. I don't. I don't want this to happen. I won't let it happen.
Putting in a last effort I dashed down the end of the road, urged on by several calls further down:
"C'mon, Fai! Hurry up!"
"It's gonna leave! Hurry!"
No need to tell me. I climbed the unnecessarily high fence, kick off from the top and jumped across half the road from it. ThenI swung past the front of the buss -like I would have been able to stop it had it indeed decided to drive off- and threw myself into that big box on wheels.
"Safe!" I cheered all out of breath, accompanied by slightly less than a dozen other voices.
Paying for the ticket required, I could finally flop down in a free seat and allow myself to catch my breath.
"I think that's a record in last-minuting," Liru grinned widely. She leaned on the seat back in front of me, hugging it for support.
"What are you talking about? I always make sure to have lots of time for everything." Somehow this made everyone laugh. And I was even being serious: One or two seconds are plenty of time.
I glared lightly at them, sticking out my bottom lip. "What?" I complained. "I always end up as the laughing stock."
Liru laughed even harder.
"Don't worry." Maka shuffled my hair with a wide grin. "We're used to your weirdness."
"Why, thank you," I pouted dryly.
The rest of the ten minutes bus ride went by just as fast as usual. –unpleasantly fast. And I was not the only one to groan when we reached our destination.
"Why? Why I ask you. Who was the idiot to come up with this stupid thing?" Aki slid halfway to her knees, just barely able to keep standing.
"Whoever it was, I'll kill him. I swear," Liru growled, balling up her fists.
"Whoever it was, he or she is long gone and dead and buried and eaten by worms by now. Grow up, get over it." Sakura walked past us as the model she was.
"Speaking like you love the frickin' building," Liru muttered.
And I suppose we were a heart beat away from another fight, which was the reason to whyAki, Ichigo,Haru and Maka suddenly jumped forth and had to hold her down. And despite their numbers, they were having a hard time.
"I understand that this is an important battle of life and death, pride and whatnot, which must not be missed. But I would prefer not to get yelled at by the teachers for being late again," I said, feeling a little despised by myself. Sakura's eyes glinted and she sent me a winking smile. I laughed a little.
"Normally I'd say "there goes the geek", but I guess you're right; we've been late a little bit too often lately. I guess we should hurry it up for a change," Aki sighed, letting go of Liru.
Thus with joined forces we entered through the emotionallydark gate leading into our school. As we quickly made our way to the main entrance I came to glance to the right, which made me stop without noticing.
On the other side of the schoolyard, a boy stood leaning against the wall. He didn't appear to belong to this school; at least he was not wearing our uniform. Though that was not what had made me stop. There was-
"Fai!"
No, maybe not. With a last glance in his direction I slipped past the door and it slid close behind me.
He was still there when school ended. Poking Miku next to me, I soon made all 6 aware of the strange guy.
"He's been standing there since morning," I whispered; as if I was afraid he could hear me from that far.
"I didn't see him," Aki squinted her eyes slightly, trying to get a better look at him.
"You were too busy getting through the door," I replied dryly.
"Hey… you need any help?" True to her all too carefree nature, Liru was already halfway across the school yard. With a bite of the lip I ran after her.
"You were here this morning too," I said slowly as I caught up to them. "Are you waiting for someone, or?"
He looked up. Until now his eyes had been hid underneath the shade of his cap, but with the obstacle out of the way brown eyes meeting ours. His black hair, mostly hid underneath the blue cap, was short and black. Then he grinned at us.
"Thanks ladies, but I'm fine."
Slightly taken a back at the sudden change, we looked at each other.
"Okay," Liru said slowly. "Sorry to bother you," she smiled sweetly and took a few steps backwards.
Feeling a little awkward under the strange boy's gaze we retreated to the others, not really having anything to report back. Discussing with low voices what he could have been doing here, and how this school wasn't the most targeted of places to hang out, we reached the school gates. I threw a short glance back in the schools buildings direction, but he was no longer there. Pulling one hand through my hair in wonder I decided to leave it. Though it really had not been a hallucination; his cap had had a thin layer of snow. But when had it snowed?
"Strange guy," Liru commented with a shrug. "He was wearing a cap at this time of year."
"I suppose people can dress in whatever they like," Sakura shrugged.
"Wonder if he has a girlfriend," Haru broke in.
"Do you ever think about anything else?" Sakura sent her a dry look.
"Yes I do, but he was kinda cute, y'know?"
We laughed.
"I think he was!"
"Well, I'll agree he didn't look bad, but I wouldn't go to the point of saying he was cute."
"I think he was!" Haru repeated insistently.
"Okay then, fine. Don't kill us, you girl," Liru raised her hands to show her surrender.
"While we're on the subject of cute, are you guys going to the corner today?" Aki broke in to prevent a larger discussion on the matter of being female.
"The corner? Nah… I'm not sure. Unless Haru wants to see her beloved again."
"Yeah, you haven't seen him since the day before yesterday, have you?"
"How about asking him out soon? After all, he's been working there almost a whole year now."
"Or have you perhaps taken a better liking to that guy with the cap?" Sakura asked. Haru glared at her.
"Then ask him out," Sakura replied to the glare.
"I know, I know! It's only a matter of time, I'll ask him out."
"Yeah, right. You rather prefer to watch the hotness, don't you?" Maka laughed.
"Well… that is one of my hobbies." Haru sighed. "You're so lucky Fai, you live so close to him."
"I live close to the restaurant, not him," I corrected her.
"Yeah, but he's working there, so it counts for the same."
"Sure, sure." I shook my head hopelessly at her.
"And besides," my love struck friend continued. "You can't say you don't like him; you became a regular customer right after he started working there!" She pointed an accusing finger at me.
"Excuse me, but I've been their regular customer for the past five years I've been living here," I countered, unable to stop the slight twitch of my eyebrow.
"But since I was not there yesterday, I'd say we should go in and get some food," I added, quickly changing the subject. Haru glared at me. "You just want an excuse to see him," she muttered to herself, just loud enough for me to hear it and I had a distinct feeling that was intentionally.
"Riiight," I mumbled, pushing the door open and entered first of the group.
We had not taken many steps into the peaceful restaurant before the oh-so famous waiter discovered us. And with a smile he headed in our direction. I could with safety claim he and I were on pretty good terms, bordering friendship, however:
"Good evening."
He still greeted us as politely as always.
"It's nice to see you all again." That gorgeous smile of his almost blinded us. "You didn't come yesterday, did something happen?" He turned at me looking more worried than a waiter ought to.
"I can't eat here everyday. I'd go broke –and fat beyond reason."
He laughed gently. "So I take it you would like the usual group table?" He eyed our big group, mentally counting us. Though he already knew how many we were. How many times we had visited this place however, I guess even he did not have a count of.
"I'm telling you, he was looking at me!" Haru exclaimed, waiving her hands about, for surely the 102nd time after the restaurant-visit three days before.
"And we hear you," Ichigo replied for the 103rd time.
"And have, loudly and clearly for three days," Sakura soothed her ears. Out of the corner of my eye I was sure I could see her rolling her eyes slightly, but with a small smile nonetheless. Their friendship was a mystery.
"What, you got a problem?" Haru growled.
"And now let's sit down and have a nice cup of tea," Maka broke inn. She had Haru miraculously pinned to herself with one hand and held her mouth clasped tight with the other.
"I'm more up for some hot chocolate with caramel," Ichigo said, thoughtfully tapping her temple with her index finger.
"Agreed," Liru beat one hand into the other. "I'd sat it's been a while since we treated ourselves to something sweet."
"True. And if I have to stay in this cold any longer, I'll freeze to death. I'm telling you," Haru growled and rubbed her arms fiercely in a small hope for some warmth.
"What cold? I don't feel any cold." Maka grinned widely from behind her (who she was still holding in a steel grip for the safety of all of us –or of Sakura). And it was not just Haru's eyes that stared dumbly at the girl with what had to be hot boiling water instead of blood running through her veins.
"Where did your nerve centre wander off to?" Liru muttered.
"Must have fallen off during birth, or something," Ichigo breathed hot on her fingers. And Maka was still grinning like an idiot.
"Get yourself a normal body!" Liru exclaimed slapping the back of the none-nerve-centre-with-boiling-water girls head. "It's the frickin' beginning of November! Anyone would be freezing to death outside at this time of the year. –at least with the temperature we've had lately." She said angrily while stuffing her jacket more tightly around herself. I shook my head in pity at the jacket which was ready to tear open in several places any minute.
"I say we go to Starbucks," I broke in. Not just for the sake of my freezing friends, but also Liru's jacket.
There were no one in objection to that proposal and we all marched off in the direction leading to hot coffee and hot chocolate and other hot things to melt our ice fingers.
"Though I don't really get what you're making such a fuzz about," Aki held the door open and the lot of us – Maka– let out a relieved sigh.
"I'm not cold at all." And she smiled. In return she received the same stare as Maka.
"Well you've stuffed yourself into hundreds of layers of clothing," Haru growled. She was not really angry, even if she had been growling for a while. The cold just did that to her.
"And you should learn to do so too. Then you wouldn't complain about the cold so much," Aki's smile remained on her lips. She ordered first and twelve minutes later everyone were drawing warmth from the hot cups of chocolate and coffee.
"Hey Sakura, what did you order?" Haru –obviously calmed down– leaned across the girls shoulder.
"What's that?" she burst out, staring at the greenish, transparent liquid. "Looks kind of…" Haru's face pulled into a lightly disgusted grimace. Sakura rolled her eyes. Or at least she could have. What she did however was to lift one eyebrow unimpressed, while the rest of her face stayed perfect as cut in stone.
"It's called 'tea'," she at last found it fitting to reply. "It's quite the normal phenomena here in Japan. Have you ever seen such a thing in your tragic, little life?"
Surely Haru would have ripped her head right off her neck at that exact moment. And she would surely have brought the Starbucks and that part of the city down in the go.
I found myself still snickering when looking at Sakura's –still- unimpressed, cocked brow as Haru was half an inch away from grabbing her by the ears. Luckily, Maka stepped in. And with help from Liru and Ichigo I hurried everyone out of the café.
With a wide smile on her face, ice cream in one hand and Haru in the other, Maka walked out, leader of the little herd.
I laughed slightly when recalling the earlier event of the day, causing white steam to escape my mouth. Blurring my vision a few seconds, it soon dissolved to open my eyes for the darkening sky.
I stopped. Stuffing my cold hands in my pockets I stood staring up at blue blending with black. It was that kind of totally black, that soon would be graced by millions on millions of white dots, telling tales about yet a cold day to follow around the corner. I couldn't help but smile at the endlessness of the wonders high above me. And to let out a small, almost relieved or satisfied sounding sigh. Somehow, to walk in this classical cold winter night soothed me.
With all the global heating going on, we were still not doomed enough for us to have tropical winters. But then again, maybe this slightly abnormally cold winter was the work of just that, the global warming and all that. Or maybe…
It had also been a four days time since I first noticed that guy by the wall. And throughout these last days he had not failed to be there a single day.
The silent night heaven did not give away any answers for the endless questions lining up.
Perhaps, if I had not been such a dorky dreamer and thinker, then maybe I would not have been in the situation I am now.
Anyhow, in the depths of my lone philosophies of how the world would end and so on, I failed to discover a gang of four or five people coming closer. By the time they were right next to me, and I finally realized I was no longer alone; it would be long too late to escape my tragic fate and the stare-down later to occur.
"Hey there, kitten," a voice said behind me. I spun around, startled. Then smiled, and excused myself politely for my rude reaction.
"You need any help?" I asked as they were not saying anything. They looked at each other, exchanged small glances, smiled, grinned and exchanged whatnot of silent communication.
"Yea', I suppose we do. Could you help us out?"
I eyed them, trying to make up my mind about them. "What is it?" I said, an alarm bell going off in the back of my mind. Being outside in the night in this part of the neighbourhood, I knew that. -And especially not when alone. That's what the grown ups always kept saying, anyway. But what are the possibilities? It's not like that many people get targeted. And one shouldn't go suspect each and everyone one meets on the streets. But even so, I told myself to be careful. Like one always do, and always should, still not really expecting anything to happen.
Which is why I wonder when I realized it was real. When did I realize it would really hurt? Perhaps the second time he hit me, that strongest one, the one appearing to be the leader. I think I stood up to protect myself. I'm sure I did. But it's strange how numb you become when standing in front of the real thing. Those things one only imagined before, protecting oneself without fear against bullies and those likes, where nothing but faint wish thinking when facing the real thing. All thoughts about the world and the philosophy so many teenagers engage themselves in had disappeared from my mind.
The small alley looked like any other one'd find in a movie: dark, filled with garbage and other filth. The kind of place one would not be surprised to stumble across a corps. Or at least that is what I remember it like. Perhaps it was not all that bad. Or maybe it was even worse.
All I know is that when I came to, there was no darkness or dirt surrounding me. Instead there were white sheets with matching white walls and furniture. And it was first when I came to I discovered I had lost consciousness.
"How are you feeling?"
I had to squint my eyes to make the person come into focus. Though half a minute later, I could open my eyes fully again and still see the nurse patting one hand at the bed cover to straighten it out a little.
"I'm fine," I said slowly. "I think." And then asked the cliché question: "What happened?"
"You were beat up pretty badly when you arrived here," she smiled at me. All her hair was hid in a small, white and cute hat. If she was not bald, that is. That thought made the corners of my mouth itch.
"It was the work of one of these delinquent gangs that's been making quite a commotion around here recently," she was still smiling. As expected of a well educated nurse. It didn't even look false or tired from being there probably the whole day. And not even the slightest hint of annoyance leaked into her voiced for being bothered so late at night with a new patient. Impressive.
"A young man brought you in," she explained further. "He is right outside, wondering how you are doing. Shall I let him in?" she waited smiling for my reply.
"What's his name?" I wondered, pondering who it could be. Maybe someone from my class? But if that was the case I couldn't think of any that would stay and wait in the hospital.
She was still smiling.
"He said his name was Kuwabara," she said. I sat a few moments simply looking at her and the door. I did not know any by that name. None the less, he had helped and maybe saved me. It would be rude to just tell him off.
"Sure, you can let him in," I shrugged. And as she opened the door I followed closely with curious eyes.
A guy, dressed in blue school uniform came in. –Though what caught my eye was his orange hair. From his face he didn't look like much more than a delinquent himself. But as they say, one shouldn't judge others by their appearances.
Therefore I chased all surprise and slight hesitation away and smiled as thankfully as possible.
"Thank you for saving me," I said. He looked a little taken aback by my welcome. Had it been a little bit over the edge? No, this way of thanking would only be natural and expected, would it not?
He blinked a little and smiled.
Goofball, I couldn't help but think. He scratched the back of his head then smiled. "I found you in an alley," he said.
"Though by then, all the bad guys were already unconscious." A boy with cap and brown eyes poked his head in, wearing a huge grin across his face. He entered the room, hands stuffed in his pockets. The orange haired one, kuwabara, relaxed his hands in the same fashion. Something about the new guy appeared strangely familiar to me.
"I must admit, your power was something else than what we first anticipated." And the biggest shock yet was cast upon me: the waiter from the corner restaurant was entering the room.
"How are you feeling?" he asked politely.
"What are you doing here?" I pointed my finger rudely at him in return. He chuckled lightly.
"And you!" I suddenly remembered, moving my trembling finger to the capped one. "You're the one appearing outside my school recently."
"Jack pot." His grin widened. If something like that was possible. "Now guess who we are," he came over to my bed and bent a little bit toward me, as if to properly show me he was grinning.
"Now now Yusuke, how could she possibly know," the nurse scolded. He eyed her thoughtfully, and with glinting eyes he said:
"That nurse outfit is quite something else. Planning to make it your usual wear instead of that kimono?" he snickered.
"Really, when will you grow up, Yusuke?" the nurse huffed.
"And you even already have Keiko," Kuwabara said. "How can you go looking at other girls?"
Yusuke grimaced. "Relax, I won't tell Yukina you've been looking Botan up."
As I watched their quarrel go on and develop to a full scale fight, I found it strangely ironic for all this to be happening in a hospital. And even though the two of them didn't actually keep it down, no one came to check on what was going on. When on it, what about my parents? I would have thought they'd be warned by now or something.
"You got quite a rough meeting with us, Fai. We did not plan for it to turn out this way. My apologies," the waiter broke into my chain of thoughts with a truly sorry look.
"But we will explain everything once we have returned," the nurse assured.
"Returned?" I glanced from one to the other of the four lunatics. "Returned where?"
The nurse's face cracked open with a wide, cheerful smile. "Why, to the spirit world of course," she said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "We have to report to Koenma."
"Though he most likely already knows," Yusuke shrugged, glancing up from the two man brawl on the floor. "He's always watching people with that monitor. Seems to be the only hobby that little toddler has."
"We still have to bring Fai there," the nurse said. "A portal should be appearing any time now." She looked around. So did the three boys.
"Right," I said slowly. "This has gotta be some kind of odd dream," I muttered to myself.
"That's what I thought at first too," Yusuke grinned and linked his hands behind his head, one foot keeping the orange haired guy locked to the floor. "But it all soon proved to be very real, though," he added.
"Is that so," I muttered.
"Ah, finally!" the nurse –Botan, was it?– suddenly exclaimed. The same second a shimmering hole appeared in the middle of the room. It was big enough for a human to pass through without having to bow down.
"Do you feel well enough to stand on your own?" the waiter asked, offering me a hand in case not.
"We're going in there?" I asked, with that kind of dry, disbelieving voice not really asking a question.
"Afraid so, missy," Yusuke grinned and leaped through the shining opening. And disappeared.
"It's not dangerous," Kuwabara assured. "It just looks a little dumb to begin with." And he laughed… a goofy laugh. Before following the capped one.
"Come now, we don't have all day," Botan said. "Grab on," she smiled from where she sat riding an- oar?
"…Right." I slowly sat up and swung my legs out of the bed. I must have hit my head seriously hard. I'm hallucinating.
I shook my head slowly, gently rubbing my temple. But since it's just a dream or illusion, it won't hurt me to explore it. And I gave a lightly wry smile.
Though my legs were a little bit wobbly (at least some parts of the reality still affect me in this dream) I got myself over to and through the shimmering, white hole.
It's impossible to describe what it felt like. I had a feeling the others were so used with journeying this way they did not feel it; but for me it was the first time. Even though it was only for a split second, that small wink when the world around me was all white and I was neither places, I could feel it. How to explain it? A sucking, perhaps? Like the feeling of being sucked at or sucking at something. Like being inside out, but in a pleasant way.
"He was watching us!" Kuwabara pointed to the screen, like the fact was oblivious to everyone else.
"Hey, can you get other things than us and work related stuff in on that thing?" Yusuke wondered. "Or has your father put a 'kids-lock' on it to only allow stuff fit for a toddler?" he grinned, hands in pockets.
"Unlike someone else, I have to work," the little baby ruler growled, waiving his golden stamp around.
"Hey. We're the ones doing all the dirty work for you. Don't go pulling that one on me, pinky-breath!"
I watched them calmly. I would have liked to say I had been this collected the whole time, but: When first entering the room (after walking through a seriously big hall and gate) I had displayed more or less the same reaction many others who met him for the first time had shown. I had stared at him in a taken aback state, strongly resembling shock, and further questioning the others disbelievingly if this was the guy that was bossing them around.
But now all that had eased down; the shock of the ruler, the awe for the palace, my further disbelieve at the tale of them being demons and spirit humans and what not. And at the moment we were shown exactly what had happened after I passed out with that delinquent gang from earlier. That feeling from meeting the ruler earlier came rushing back inside me, now weighting more toward shock and twice that.
"And you're trying to tell me that's me? That…thing?" I asked. So disbelieving and dry in the voice even Koenma looked stressed at the thought of explaining everything. None the less, he gave it a good try.
"Yes. And I hope you understand that we could not leave you alone anymore, no matter how little we wished to interfere with your life," he said.
"No, I don't understand. And "we could not leave you alone anymore"?" I had crossed my arms long time ago and was standing in that oh-so-normal stance of a female arguing: hip 'tilted' and right leg propped a little further out from the body giving it that tilted, skewed stance.
"Ah, yes," it was his turn to rub his temples slightly. "To tell the truth; we've been keeping an eye on you for quite some time."
"Is that so?" I stood there hard as a mountain. The fact that this was not more than a dream or illusion was forgotten.
"Yes. As you have discovered, Kurama here was stationed at your favourite restaurant-" (So that's his real name?)"-and Yusuke has the past weeks come to your school. Kuwabara have been following you around the streets, which is why he was the one to find you in that alley." I suppose he tried to feed it all to me gently. It didn't help my mood though.
"I see. And what in the world made it necessary to invade more than half of my privacy all this time?"
Koenma pulled in a deep breath. Had he not been serious before, then he was that now.
"We discovered you were too powerful to be left alone. At the worst case scenario, you might have ended up hurting someone without meaning to. As you just witnessed, at your current state your transforming power alone is enough to make normal humans fall unconscious to the ground."
"So what you're saying is that's for my own sake?"
"I suppose you could put it that way. What would you do if you end up hurting your friends or family?"
I couldn't argue with that, and had to make do with simply send him a narrow stare. A stare which I in turn sent to everybody present in the room. That being a big guy with orange hair (the only 'human', huh?), a smaller guy with way too much hair gel, a miraculously red haired guy with green eyes (is that body really Japanese?), a baby claiming to be the son of God, and a blue haired girl flying about riding an oar.
"And how do I know you're not a couple of 'bad guys'?"
"Why do you even bother with her? She has only brought trouble thus far. Why not just let her kill all her friends and family. The earth is overcrowded after all."
Each and everyone in the room spun their attention toward the door. "Hiei," Kurama burst out in surprise mixed with reprove.
"That's gotta be one of the longest sentence I've ever heard him say to a new person," Yusuke muttered. "Normally he'd just give an 'hn'."
"He must really dislike her, huh?" Kuwabara watched the small kid with gravity defying hair enter the room. And even though they spoke in low voices I had a feeling he had heard every word. –Despite him being on the opposite side of the big room.
Okay, maybe calling him a kid would be a little over the edge: As he came over I realized him to actually be taller than me. Not much, but he clearly was.
"Hiei, can you not be a little more polite? She is new after all. It is not strange for a girl like her to have problems believing all this."
The small one with stunning red eyes glared at the green eyed one, -though was not able to scare his gentle look away.
"Don't listen to him," Yusuke said to me as the spike haired guy walked away to stand on the outside of the crowd. "He's always been an ass," Yusuke grinned.
"Back to what's important," Koenma raised his voice to gain everyone's attention. "I want you four to teach her how to use her powers. And look after her so that the power she is emitting don't attract any troublesome demons and so on," Koenma instructed his four servants.
Hiei was the one giving off the most reaction to that. "You already asked us to play babysitters for those two," he pointed his glare towards Yusuke and Kuwabara. "And now you want us to look after another one. A woman at that. I'm afraid to say the deal we made did not cover this." He growled, arms crossed much like me and sent off glares ready to kill anyone opposing him.
"You have something against women?" I couldn't help but burst out. I was in the mood where I did not care much anyways.
"If I recall correctly, you did not help out keeping an eye on Fai, so-"
"And that should talk enough for itself," Hiei rudely interrupted the red head.
"-you could at least help out with this," Kurama ended his sentence. Had Hiei been a cat –or dog for that matter – I'm sure he would have barred his fangs at the red head. Instead he just growled in his throat.
"Hiei, our deal was that you would escape imprisonment in the return of you – both you and Kurama – giving me your services," Koenma enlightened the little guy. "But of course, if you prefer the prison, then…" the pacifier sucking ruler let the sentence hang in the air. And it hung there in the silence weighting down at the gravity defying hair all until I pushed it away by sturdily exclaiming:
"I'm in."
"What?" Kuwabara just had to question. Probably had been so engulfed in the tension between the little one and the baby ruler that he had forgotten what I was there for.
"Good," Koenma nodded. And the tension between him and Hiei dwindled compared to the one building up between me and Spiky Hair.
"You…" Hiei was obviously too strangled by his own anger to say anything more.
"Oh yeah," I said with a growing sly smile. "I'm so in." And served him a death glare of my own. On the screen to my right had the play-back of the earlier event been paused; rough looking boys in the middle of shooting backwards through the air as if hit by a gigantic wave, and in the middle of them a sword fell to the ground.
And that's where I'm standing. My situation in a nutshell. While a presence is growing in my head. I don't like it. I defiantly don't like it…Go away… I don't want it. Go away. I really don't. Go away! I can't take it anymore. I'll be completely exposed to the least person I want.
GO AWAY!