His, Her's, and It's

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"... Ahem." ...

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"Umm...?"

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"... Could you stop please." she suddenly seethed through her teeth, though as calmly as she could and from behind her book.

"What?" he grinned, obviously aware of her shyness, and her fear of confrontation.

"... Th-... This isn't a dart room..." she explained, sounding more than a little awkward.

"Is that so?" he exclaimed, as if he hadn't already known.

"Of co-course!" she answered, finding her nerve a bit and even meeting his gaze.

THWACK

"!" she jumped in her seat, biting her lip, and knocking her glasses askew.

"So sorry! But I did have one more." he apologized, but with an air of mockery. He was grinning ear to ear as he approached her table, and tore the dart away that was embedded in the table just in front of her. He then turned and retrieved the other darts, from a poor copy of the book 'Moby Dick' he had been using as a target board. Then, spinning on his heel, he returned right back to his former position... and began twiddling another dart between his fingers.

"...!" she glared at him. He wasn't going to stop? Even after all that?

"... Oh?" he grinned, suddenly meeting her stare, "Don't worry! I'm done with this!" he spoke reassuringly, yet the note of mockery was undeniable. It was further extenuated as he threw the handful of darts over his shoulder and into the wall behind him.

"!" she wished like hell she could express all the resentment she was feeling.

He was grinning again and came up to her, suddenly pulling out the chair across from her at the table.

"..." she wanted to get away. She knew she shouldn't have tried speaking to him! Why did this have to happen when no one else was around?

He sat down, slammed both elbows on the table, leaned in, and then, cradling his face in his hands, glaring intently at her. She brought her book even closer and buried her face into it, while still maintaining the illusion of reading intently.

{Go away go away go away.} she chanted inside her head, hoping dearly it would have an effect somehow.

"That book must be amazing."

{Ignore it, he'll stop if you don't answer!} she assured herself, or at least attempted to.

"Sex on the beach, I didn't know you liked that kind of stuff."

"It's Six on the beach! Six!" she exclaimed desperately, bringing down her book.

"Ohhh, you're blushing, so cute." he awed condescendingly...

"I am not...! ?" she then suddenly felt very uncomfortable, but now for another reason.

"Aww, is this getting to you? You're so delicate!" he continued his taunting tone.

"..." she suddenly turned to the side in her chair, unable to look at him, she felt so uncomfortable.

"Are you gonna start crying? Is it about time you ran away?" he mocked with a note of annoyance this time.

"... Wo... wou... would that bother you...if I did?" her words were clumsy as she stared intently at the floor.

"What? … No... it's just pathetic to look at is all." he said, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms behind his head.

There was a long pause.

"... I'm sorry..."

"... For what?" he asked hesitantly.

"I'm sorry... " she turned to him then, her voice and eyes suddenly hardened, "...But I hate you."

"... Like I care! You worthless-"

"Please go bother some other girl from now on." she responded flatly, as she rose and started for the exit.

"Don't flatter your-!" he growled, then suddenly roaring with rage, "YOU BITCH!"

She kept walking, and didn't look back, closing the door behind her.

"DAMN IT!" he roared, as he preceded to destroy everything around him. He over turned the table, then he flung the chairs around, and preceded to kick a bookcase, before finally dropping on his knees and beating into his thighs with his own fists, "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" he seethed.

"... 'So cute'?"

"WHO THE FU-...?" he started, but the strange figure he spotted suddenly made him hold his tongue

"That's what you said, and that's how she figured it out." the figure mocked, gleefully.

"WH-WH-what the hell are you? !" he choked out over his own shock and bewilderment, as he stumbled away backwards, right into a bookcase.

"How do you just happen to slip something like that into conversation I wonder?" the figure continued to taunt, "Perhaps you thought she wouldn't notice? Or maybe you were hoping she would?"

"You-... Shut the hell up!"

"Maybe you thought she could somehow like a violent delinquent like you? A worthless hoodlum with nothing to his name but a bad attitude and a crappy disposition? You have such a pure and innocent view of the world despite everything, don't you?" it cooed in the most deliberately mocking tone.

"I don't care what you are, one more word and I swear I'll kill you!" he threatened, suddenly regaining himself.

"P-a-t-h-e-t-i-c." the creature grinned maliciously.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a chair and launched himself at the thing, only to tumble right through it... and into another bookshelf.

"Kind of stupid too, huh? A triple threat of useless." it sighed.

"... I've gone insane." he stated calmly, as he rose out of the book pile that had collapsed on him.

"...?"

"They said my dad was nuts too, suppose it was only a matter of time..." he began trudging towards the door, somewhat in a daze.

"... I'm not an hallucination. And your father probably wasn't crazy either-" the figure began to explain.

"Course not, freak ghosts are all over the place." he sighed as he reached for the door.

"I didn't come to play around kid." the figure suddenly growled.

"Goodbye." he waved lethargically at the creature.

"I warned you..." the figure seethed, suddenly raising a hand towards him.

He began to open the door, only to suddenly grip his head and scream in pain.

"Gaaaah!"

"Oh? Want to listen to what I say now? Well too bad!" it chided, suddenly holding both it's hands out towards him.

"AHHHHHHHH!" he screamed at an ear splitting decibel as the pain ratcheted up a few notches.

"This would have went allot smoother if you had just been a good boy, or just a smarter one." it prattled on, suddenly gnarling it's fingers.

"GRAAAAAAH," the pain appeared to have gotten even more intense, "PLEASE-PLEASE-STOP!" he suddenly begged.

"Why should I, brat?" it chortled, obviously enjoying itself.

"I'LL... I'LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING!" he screamed his lungs out.

"Well then first, I want you to think of doing the most evil crap you can imagine! Embrace that darkness, otherwise this pain will never stop!" the creature ordered, with a disgusting smile creeping across it's face.

"AHH... AHHHHH... AHHHHHHHH... GAH!" he screamed, until he eventually fell forward right on his face.

"Good boy, now rise please." it asked pleasantly.

"What... is this?" he questioned, beginning to rise.

"You may be useless as a human, my pitiful friend, but as a puppet you're one in a million." it explained.

"A... puppet?"

"Oh yes, you're someone who's got a psychic link to the other side! Like I was saying, your dad was probably the same, tormented by the voices of the dead."

"... You're dead?"

"Oh, getting smart aren't we? Yes, I've been dead for many years now..."

"... Then how come I've never heard you, or anyone else before?"

"Oh, I've been waiting to speak to you for awhile! Your soul was too calm to hear me before now. That little tiff you had was just enough to let me in!"

"...Thank god!" he suddenly sighed with relief, getting up and heading out the door.

"Where are you going? I didn't say you could leave." the figure grumbled as it followed curiously... by floating.

"I'm going to walk a little, splash some water on my face, and try to calm down." he answered cheerfully, as he walked down the hall.

"... Is that some sort of human ritual?" it asked, slightly dumbfounded.

"Yeah, for calming down. Like you said, all I need to do is calm down and you go the hell away!" he grinned.

"Is that what you think?" the figure grinned too.

"Yeah, besides you're probably just a stress dream anyway, so calming down should work either way." he smiled smugly.

"Whatever you say..." the figure answered, as it suddenly went silent.

"Already working." he said to himself, turning into the bathroom.

{Everything will be normal again, in just a minute.} he told himself. He headed straight for the sink and flung on the cold tap, and splashed his face vigorously. As he finished, he looked into the mirror, and... no more freak!

"So long Mr. freak ghost!" he roared to the rest of the empty bathroom, grinning like loon. Then he frowned, as he remembered himself. Hallucinating something that freaky, even if it is only temporary, is not something you should just brush off.

"Maybe I hit my head and didn't realize?" he wondered absently, as he checked himself in the mirror. There was something strange... "Where did this 'M' come from?" he thought aloud, rubbing his forehead.

"Oh that's just a mark all my slaves get, when I take control of their bodies." it explained, suddenly reappearing.

"I am insane!" he suddenly screamed, gripping his head and starting to weap.

"Stop being a baby!" the figure roared, annoyed.

"Go away go away go away!" he yelled.

"Are all you humans so pathatic? !" at that, the creature audibly sighed, "...Hey baby! If you want to get rid of me so badly, why don't you get up and fight me like a man? Or are you frozen in fear of your own delusion?" it taunted.

"I'll just go through you and you know it!" he cried.

"I knew it, a scared little b-a-b-y! No wonder that weird loser girl wouldn't even look at you!"

"SHUT UP ABOUT HER!" he roared, suddenly launching his fist at the figure, only to hit the wall it had been standing in front of.

-BOOOM-

"! ?" he stood in awe, looking at his fist in disbelief.

"Now you see?" the figure said, coming up around his shoulder with another creepy grin, "This deal's not so bad," it turned to him and smiled, "The benefits package is out of this world."

"... I did... all that...?" he asked, staring at the wake of destruction that stretched far beyond him. From the hole in the bathroom wall, through the entire school, even a circular chunk taken out of the hills far in the distance.

"Of course, you're with Bibidi now after all. Let's make our wishes come true!" the creature grinned from his side.

"...Sure! Sounds like hella fun!" he grinned back maliciously.

Suddenly a bathroom door behind them flung open.

"WHOA! What just happened Akira?" Goten exclaimed shambling out of the stall and rubbing his eyes. He had fallen asleep on the toilet apparently.

"Oh yeah, that's what your name was." Bibidi muttered, turning around, "It slipped my mind somehow- wh- what the hell! ?" he suddenly seethed in terror.

"Well if it ain't Son Goten, the nosy hero-boy dufus always bossing me around!" Akira roared, turning to him, "Well I gotta surprise for you! I'm different now! Today I'm going to be the one to beat you up!"

"COOL IT!" Bibidi screamed, waving his hands in protest.

{Author's notes: I wanted to change things up and do a one shot again, but I've decided to continue this. I wrote the first part free hand, just writing whatever I felt like. But I decided to tag it to an anime near the middle, and I thought 'Devil's Advocate with Bibidi' and it just clicked with where I was going with this. Then I added Goten and I was completely sold on continueing this. It was originally going to be Trunks, but I figured the falling asleep on the can was more Goten. Anyways please review, and keep the side notes in mind!}

{Side notes- Bibidi is the dad of the Buu saga wizards. This isn't an au. This takes place in a Japanese style school, Akira and Goten are both first years [can't decide between junior or high school right now though, suggestions welcome]. I used the creator's name for the antagonist. Any suggestions for Glasses girl's name might be considered, especially if it fits with the show. Special note: Could any character in Dragon Ball, or DBZ, reasonably fit as Akira's father?}