I looked down, Sachiko cackling maniacally, and I was watching her. She was laughing her head off to the point of tears. She looked at me. "Is there something wrong?" She asked, tilting her head. I didn't feel like opening my mouth. I didn't feel like moving. She looked at me for a moment, and then she seemed to get frustrated at me not answering. "Hey, blockhead! I asked you something!" She said.
How was I supposed to answer that? "…Engh..Nno," I murmured.
"Good." She said, and then resumed her laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked her, not physically, but spiritually. I can't exactly get the words off the tip of my tongue.
"Aw, just how they beg and plead. It's hilarious how stupid the living can be!"
"Well, you know we were both living once. Does that make us stupid?" I knew it would upset her, but it's not like she could do anything about it.
She looked down. "No! It doesn't for me! Maybe for you though," She said, smirking.
"Don't you ever get bored?" I asked.
"Bored of what?" She said questionably, turning her head towards me.
"You know, bored of killing others?" I asked.
Her eyes darkened and her irises faded.
"Are you telling me that you don't want to help me anymore?" Her little hands balled up in fists and she looked up at me. I was 2 feet taller than her. She was truly adorable, but there still was that fear that I felt.
"No. I'm not saying that at all. I'm just asking if it has crossed your mind that you don't have to kill others. If the living are so stupid, if you kill them then they will be dead. Then they will be smarter than you. What will you do then?"
She picked me up and threw me against the wall. I couldn't feel it, but I was sitting there in shock, unable to move. The only thing I could feel were the rope burns around my neck. "I am not having this conversation with you." She said angrily.
I didn't argue with her. I didn't like talking to her in the first place. I knew that she was more spiritually powerful than me, and in a snap of her fingers she could send us all to Hell, where we should be. "Why do you ask so many questions? Since when did you even ask questions? Since when were you sane enough to even think?" She said. With each word, her voice level raised until she was practically screaming in my face.
Then, the room shook lightly. I felt the presence of several other spirits entering the room. The strongest one I noticed was Yuki's. She typically had more energy coming off of her in the first place, almost as much as Sachiko's. After everyone had been appeased, Yuki regained her quiet, collected personality I was used to. She was the only one I could stand, for Ryou and Tokiko were all over the place.
"You know, Sachiko, I couldn't help but notice how close you are to Yoshikazu. Maybe there's-"
"SHUT UP!" Sachiko yelled, straight in Yuki's face. The older ghost didn't even flinch at Sachiko's evil tone, which I, to be honest, I was terrified of. This wasn't the first time I'd heard something about me and Sachiko, and I knew they were basically making fun of her to annoy her. Sachiko, after all, was seven. It's not like she could make them stop. All they'd do is laugh at her and tease her more.
They proceeded to start screaming at one another. I wasn't about to sit and watch another bitch fight between the two of them, so I turned to leave. Sachiko never knew that I still was aware of my actions, and I wasn't going to let her know about it anytime soon, even though the previous efforts probably gave it away.
As I left, there were numerous sounds of things clattering across the room, banging, yelps and screams from the two girls inside. It was humorous for the other spirits, as they all crowded in the room to watch them, but for me, it wasn't really worth it. They'd mainly just curse and pull each other's hair until one of them gave up.
Things were sure starting to get boring around here. Finding living souls were becoming more and more uncommon, until there were only about ten people left alive here. It made me wonder if Sachiko and Saenoki Naho should find a new way to get people here, or soon, there won't be anyone left. I also started to regret for what I had said earlier, knowing that the reason Sachiko killed people was because she was bored, and there was no 'getting tired of it' going to come anytime soon. I might as well as stick to myself and listen to her.
On a second thought, since when could I think straight? Normally my thoughts consisted of broken up syllables and meaningless things. Sachiko was right. Since when could I think? I didn't know, and it was confusing for me to think about it.
I erased those thoughts in my head and threw my sledgehammer over my shoulder.
