Satoshi stalked into his apartment, throwing an angry and utterly despairing glance at the astral form of his curse, who was sprawled on the couch looking arrogantly pleased with himself. Satoshi threw his book bag onto the floor.
"What did you do!" the blue-haired boy yelled. Angry tears were glittering behind his glasses. "He won't speak to me! I know this is something you did! He's so angry with me and I don't even know why! He looked at me like he hated me..." Satoshi broke off into something like a sob.
Krad's face softened as he looked at his Tamer. His Satoshi-sama was astonishingly appealing when he was angry and upset, so often he tried hard to get that kind of reaction. This time, however, he may have gone a little too far, especially since he didn't plan in the slightest to tell his Satoshi exactly what he had done.
He had relished doing it, however, knowing that the redheaded Niwa brat would certainly stop getting his poor Satoshi-sama's hopes up now. Satoshi-sama would forget about this particular annoying bit of competition. Oh yes, he knew this would be for the better in the end.
He unfolded himself from where he sat and walked over to where Satoshi now sat crumpled on the floor, head bowed. He lifted the boy's pale, tear-stained face and whispered into his ear.
"I would be better for you than any Niwa..."
Satoshi looked at him with something very like hatred. He said harshly, brokenly,
"He was the only thing I had...even though I could never as close as I wanted to, just to see him smile made me happy, just to hear him laugh..." His voice softened, then grew hard again. "And you are taking that from me too, just as you take everything. And you doing it by making him hate me. He has been looking more and more strangely at me these past few weeks, and today he wouldn't speak to me. I know it's something you did, Krad..." His voice trailed off into angry sobs. He whispered the one question he knew he would never, ever hear an answer to...
"Why do you torment me, Krad?"