- WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: NAKED MASTURBATING KAI, and Voltaire makes an appearance.

- A/N: MarianQ kindly reminded me how this story came about… It involved a conversation about one of her stories, and then I said that Kai was probably talking to himself, or his little friends that live behind his ears… That's vaguely what happened, anyway XD

I meant to update this sooner. But things have happened that have prevented me from writing anything.

Enjoy!

They Live Behind My Ears

Chapter Two: Good Morning, Grandfather

With a jolt, Kai sat upright and looked around the room he was in, bleary-eyed. He recognised the blue spinning top sat on the dresser, and he definitely recognised the picture of a younger him, and a redheaded boy, both aged about eight. This had to mean he was in his own bedroom, in his own flat.

Kai rubbed his head as he got off the bed and opened the curtains. It was a positively crap day. It looked windy, cold and was snowing. Fantastic. That meant he'd have a harder time finding another victim, since everyone would be taking shelter from the shit weather.

"Well, good morning to you, too, Kaisy," Roxy said from behind Kai's ear, and trying to stifle a yawn.

Kai grunted, and took a look at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit on legs. He had big bags under his eyes, and had blood all over his shirt and jeans. It was even caked under his fingernails. Shuddering at his own reflection, and how much of a murderer he looked like, Kai began stripping. He took his shirt and jeans off, and threw them into a corner of the room on top of a bin bag, which was full of other clothes covered in blood that he needed to burn.

"I swear you're getting sexier," Roxy flirted into Kai's ear.

"Shut up," Kai mumbled back at her, as he stepped into his bathroom, and began to run a shower.

Kai leaned against the sink, and watched the water run for a moment. He couldn't for the life of him remember how he'd gotten back home. He remembered running from the drunk man's house, and then the next thing he knew, it was today, and he was sprawled out on his bed.

Scratching his head, and deciding not to think about how he Hell he'd gotten home too much, Kai stepped towards the shower, and stuck his hand under the water. He winced slightly as he felt that it was scalding hot, just how he liked it. Kai peeled off his boxers, and scowled as Roxy giggled.

"Stop staring at me," Kai told her as he stepped into the shower.

"I can't help it… I'm a woman, no matter how tiny I am. I have my needs," Roxy replied, giggling some more.

Kai sighed, and lifted his head up so the spray was hitting directly in the face. Kai tried to block all thoughts of anything and everything from his mind, but there was one that just wouldn't go away.

'I really need a wank.'

Kai listened out for Roxy talking to him, and saw that she'd gone back into hiding in his hair, or wherever she hid these days. Feeling it was safe enough, Kai let his hand drift down his body to his cock. He bit his lip and he slowly started stroking himself, all the time keeping an ear out for Roxy.

Faster and faster he stroked, until he reached his climax, and came over his hand. The water quickly washed all traces of his orgasm away, and Kai opened his violet eyes, relief in his eyes. He was so sexually frustrated, that it was ridiculous, and he had to masturbate at least twice a day.

Kai quickly washed himself, and scrubbed the blood from under his nails. Then, when he was sure that he was blood-free, he turned the shower off, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He stepped out of the shower, and pattered into his tiny kitchen, leaving a trail of wet footprints across the floor.

"I suggest cereal," Ronnie said from behind Kai's left ear.

"You're normally around earlier than this," Kai muttered back, following Ronnie's suggestion and making himself some cereal.

"Yeah, I couldn't be bothered to emerge early, this morning. Last night's battering left me exhausted."

"Left you exhausted? You weren't the one beating that bloke a pulp with a baseball bat. I was."

Ronnie laughed, which made Roxy come out of her hidey-hole.

"What are you two ranting on about?" she asked.

"Nothing that concerns you," Ronnie replied.

"How rude. I think I should be included in your conversations since-"

"Oh, shut up, you silly witch."

"How very dare you!"

"Will you two please be quiet?" Kai said exasperatedly. "Jesus, I'm sick to death of your stupid arguments."

"He started it," Roxy pouted.

"I don't who started it. I'm finishing it," Kai said.

"Hey, don't you think we should have a chat with your Grandfather, Kai? We haven't seen him for a couple of days," Ronnie asked.

Kai nodded, and walked out into the hallway, his cereal still in his hand. He approached the cupboard door, and braced himself for a nasty smell as he opened the door.

"Good morning, Grandfather."

Kai sat on the floor, and spooned some more cereal into his mouth. He looked up at Voltaire, who was hanging by his tie from a rail up in the cupboard, clearly dead. He was also starting to smell a bit ripe, as he'd been killed (poisoned) by Kai a week and half earlier.

Kai snorted as he noticed that Voltaire still had the same gormless look on his face as he did when he died from the poison. Kai had thought that his face would've dropped and he's stopped looking so stupid, but apparently not. At least Kai could have a laugh every time he opened this cupboard - at least until Voltaire started rotting away.

"So, who shall we get next?" Kai asked the two little people sat next to his ears.

"I bet you could get that nice lady from yesterday. Y'know, the one the drunk man was harassing?" Roxy suggested. "She seemed to really like you, y'know…"

"Don't be stupid," Kai mumbled.

"I still think that we should 'get', as Kai put it, someone we actually know, and dislike," Ronnie said.

"Like who?" Kai asked.

"Boris. No one can stand him," Ronnie replied.

Kai looked thoughtfully up at Voltaire, not that the dead old man could help any. He wasn't very talkative these days… Kai stood up, and closed the cupboard door, and went back into the kitchen. He shoved his empty bowl into the sink where most of his plates, bowls and cutlery lay, all absolutely filthy. Kai looked into the crammed sink, and vowed to wash everything when he got back from a 'visit' with Boris.

"Boris it is," Kai muttered, grabbing his keys and coat, and walking out of the flat.

Roxy and Ronnie practically had a party on Kai's shoulders as he walked down the stairs and out onto the cold street.

"How are you going to kill him?" Ronnie asked excitedly.

"I don't know… But I want to involve fire in some way…" Kai mumbled, keeping his head low.

"YAY! FIRE!" Roxy shouted.

Kai smirked as he walked down the street, and began thinking about the best way to get rid of Boris, and where the Hell he would find him.

A/N: I was going to have Kai ordering pizza in this chapter. But then I thought, 'who eats pizza at 9 in the morning?!' lol.

I'd planned for Voltaire to be hanging around in Kai's cupboard, anyway, but Voltaire being dead reflects what I want of my own Grandfather. He's a bastard and deserves to die.

I won't go into my complicated family matters, lol. Reviews?