Story/Scenario 2 – Chapter Two
Synopsis: Krad lives in Satoshi, Satoshi hates him. What is life like from the homicidal blonde's point of view? One just has to wonder, huh?
Disclaimers: Er… me no own?
Warnings: Pft, this was pathetic. I don't know what I'm saying most of the time… or what Krad is thinking… maybe I just need to chill out…? And… uh… yeah. Poor, poor Krad; what a boring life he has…
Notes: After this something actually happens, wouldn't you know? It's amazing, it's shocking… Satoshi nearly gets run over by a few cars. Wonderful, no?
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Page Nine: It's a Blonde's Life…
6:30am
Hello world.
…
Another day… whoopedeedo and all… I honestly don't care less about it being another day and I don't know why I'm still here… maybe I should just take a nap for the next few years until this is freaking over…
As per usual, Satoshi-sama is asleep… I'm awake… why am I even awake! I don't like this at all… stupid stupid stupid stupid…
Ugh… I need sleep…
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Staring out at the nothingness of… nothing, Krad could only stare at the blank walls of his host's mind. It wasn't like anything was ever going to happen at six thirty in the morning, it was just so stupid for someone like him, and the fact that nothing happened…
What the hell was he thinking about anything?
And geez, Satoshi had such a boring mind. There was absolutely nothing around to keep the blonde entertained and that was one of the reasons that he was always annoying his host. Because in honesty, there was NOTHING there to keep his mind from wandering to the nothingness that was a part of his eternal, forever something life that he didn't like the least. He was always so bored, and the most interesting thing was watching life go by without him… and chasing Dark… and threatening the Wing Master… and annoying his Host… but no one seemed to enjoy it as much as him.
It wasn't HIS fault that he had turned out like that. He never asked for it.
But he was here, no one liked him, and… yeah. He might as well live up to the reputation that others had come to believe him as, so then no one would complain about it.
He hated it though. It was just so… so… well, the fact that he hated being hated a lot, it wasn't helping matters. And he was thinking to himself too much again.
Probably better to go… back… to… sleep…
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At precisely seven thirty in the morning, the alarm went off and Krad grumbled something under his breath – most likely a curse of sorts – and turned over, trying to stay asleep for as long as possible. He really was considering the option of going back to sleep for a couple of centuries… but he still had that little task of killing Dark and the Niwa family as well as annoying the hell out of Satoshi, which was always fun.
Then again, seeing as he did that almost every day, the fun did get drained out of it, but it couldn't be much longer before his host finally snapped and would then have to be sent to a mental institute; or hospital, whatever. He didn't care too much about it anyway. He wasn't going to be the one shipped off in the end, even if he did share a body with the same insane guy.
And very much insane he was.
Back to reality, the blonde watched with something akin to pure boredom as Satoshi sat there for half an hour, tumbled out of bed, stumbled down a flight of stairs – sadly he didn't trip, but oh well. Maybe some other day – and was out of the house in… however long it took him to get ready and out. Krad had no sense of time, or if he did, he just didn't care, but the blue-haired boy seemed relieved that his evil, evil curse hadn't said a thing yet.
Krad was just too bored to care at the moment. He could go back to saying over and over again "I'm going to kill Niwa… I'm going to kill Niwa…" but that made him sound like a broken tape. Who knew, maybe he was. Anyway, that didn't matter, and it would be a lot more fun to see how the boy would react in public – in front of said kid – if the blonde was to chant that constantly.
Hey, maybe Niwa would just drop dead like that and he wouldn't have to waste his time trying to find new and improved ways to kill one redheaded kid. Oh, and the Thief that was within him. Whatever, he'd almost forgotten about that.
Dark had a very big ego, he thought to himself, and the fact that he could still walk through doorways must mean something… right? But his ego was certainly inflating each day he was successful and with each word a crazy girl said so it wouldn't be long before someone would attempt to poke a needle in his head to deflate it.
The blonde, on the other hand, just wanted to either smash his skull against a solid brick wall… or poke him in the ribs. They were both pretty good options, but whenever they did meet, it was always with wings and throwing balls of magic at one another.
And it never changed.
Boring…
The world didn't look any different from yesterday either, as he stared blankly through the eyes of his host, how did he live like this every single freaking day! It was so… so… ugh, he couldn't explain it without giving Satoshi a very painful headache.
And then that would lead to arguing and being very, very angry with each other – or irately amused for a certain someone – and the blue-haired boy would most likely run into a pole or two… or get run over by a few cars. And as much as that would be fun to witness, this body WAS being shared, so they shouldn't try and get all suicidal now, right? Yeah, whatever.
Satoshi would never just kill himself off like that. Think of the funeral.
On second thoughts, maybe not.
Shuddering, Krad pushed that away and was left with nothing once more. Why was it always so boring for him? Maybe he should just start another conversation with Satoshi, just for the sake of trying to keep the blonde as less insane as possible.
Or more insane; whatever came first for them. Oh yeah, it was most definitely more insanity for them, at the rate they were going. This was going to be FUN. So much FUN.
He hit himself for such lame sarcasm.
"Satoshi-sama…" he crooned in an annoying voice, "Satoshi-sama…"
:What: snapped the blue-haired boy, completely forgetting the never-ending ritual of trying to ignore his curse. And if they hadn't been in public, he would have hit his forehead as hard as possible. Too bad for him, he thought, as he sniggered behind his hand.
"Forgot which voice in your head that you had to ignore?" he asked.
:Shut up: was all he got as a reply as Satoshi continued the walk to school. The boring, boring place known as school.
"You know, out of all the voices in your head, I am actually the most sane," Krad added helpfully. It was true as well, and despite the fact that his host was very mentally unstable, he couldn't deny the fact that there were many other voices in his head that were a lot worse than the curse himself.
:I told you to shut up: came back the snappish reply:Unlike the other voices, they don't try to take over my body.:
The blonde laughed at this, "You say that, yet you don't even know that they are slowly taking over you?" He could tell that the boy was confused but listening – what choice did he have – and continued, "You're going insane in here and I can tell. I mean, seriously, how can anyone have five different voices in their head and still believe that they're in control?"
:I don't need to hear this… I don't need to hear this…: ranted the now-annoyed boy.
"Too bad. I'm not letting this topic drop."
Okay, so he was part of Satoshi and all that; big deal. But he was supposed to be the ONLY voice in the boy's head; where had the others come from? Falling silent for the time being, Krad pondered over this, trying to make sense of it.
When the blonde had actually gotten free from the sealing and the chains and the cursing… Anyway, there he was, in the boy's mind, and all happy and (partly) free, although the boy hated him beyond loathing and… well, it was clear that he knew what he had inside of him.
What the blonde didn't expect was to find out that there were other voices in Satoshi's head. Oh yes, the blue-haired detective-last-blood-descendent-of-Hikari wasn't as mentally stable as one would have thought; and this was before Krad coming into the picture. Not that anyone could blame the boy; being as deprived of a normal life as he was.
So as it was, voices in the head could only be the brink of some form of insanity, and now that Krad was in control, he wasn't going to let them wander around without supervision. And that was how Satoshi was left with the evil, evil curse of a blonde, yet no other voices insisting that he should jump off the balcony of a five-story building.
But then again, with the blue-haired boy hating him as he did, it didn't seem necessary that there was a voice telling him to do such a thing. But he never did anything remotely dangerous and would just go to threats and telling him to shut up, but that was about it.
:…:
"The voices in your head are evil…" insisted Krad, poking at the boy's brain in an attempt to catch his attention. "You know that no one would honestly care if you died, so what would be the point?"
:To get rid of you: a predictable answer, seeing that that was all the two ever said to each other. Anything remotely normal between these two and they might as well be dead; it just wasn't possible.
So the silence that was always there came back in full force and Satoshi had come close to being run over by five consecutive cars, yelling back at Krad, who had been sniggering each and every single time that had happened.
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7:30am
Satoshi-sama seems to be over-stressed again. And again and again and again and again…
So what if nothing ever happens in here; I can't help it.
Bite me.
Voices in head are annoying; too bad it's him and not me.
Poke back of brain.
Bored beyond belief.
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Everyday had their moments, but something about shrieking girls really wasn't on the list, now that Krad thought about it. It probably wasn't on Satoshi's list either, but he couldn't do a thing to stop it.
"Stop being so smart and mature then."
:Shut up.:
"How could anyone be attracted to you?"
:Why would YOU care:
"You know what? Dark was right; you are a creep. Or maybe insane would be the right term to use…"
:Shut up.:
And that was how the rest of the morning went by, anyway.
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… some time. Morning…? (yes, this is a time now)
Sleep.
Sleep.
And, of course, more sleep.
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How long he'd been asleep for, Krad had no idea; not that he cared much and Satoshi was definitely better off without the blonde's voice in his head, or his presence of being awake, hell, even his existence was an annoyance…
But that was besides the point.
Somewhere in the background, the teacher was rambling about one thing or another, and, as far as he could tell, no one was paying him any attention at all. The teacher, that was. Most of the students seemed to be sleeping while sitting up or staring at him blankly, like they couldn't hear a word he was saying, and Satoshi didn't even need to know any of it, so why would he be listening?
Trying to find the most effective way to get his host's attention was the most amusing and entertaining process Krad really had. Not that chasing and trying to kill Dark or the Wing Master wasn't any fun, but the stupid blue-haired boy always tried to find a way that would not allow such a scenario to happen. He was such a stupid stupid boy… the blonde almost pitied him for that.
But pitied himself cause of the fact that they were the same person and all the usual stuff that one would throw in. No one was around to listen about their life history and the like anyway.
Back to the present day, hour, minute and second, however, Krad poked the back of Satoshi's mind. Being the somewhat already insane being he was, he did more than just poke the boy's mind; he decided to make a… er… movie out of it. Quite literally.
Or he was just running a few of the boy's memories together, watched them, and cackled evilly.
Geez… he really was bored to death, wasn't he? But he couldn't help it one bit.
:What the hell's so funny? You're giving me a headache.:
Ah, so he HAD caught the boy's attention that way.
"Do you honestly want to know?"
:Do you honestly think that I'm going to let you do anything sadistic:
"How do you know that if it's sadistic?"
:How do I know you're not insane:
"I know you are, but what am I?"
:…:
That obviously had the boy more confused as usual, but who could blame him? Krad had gone into the habit of bringing up incredibly random topics and replies to make their conversations more 'worthwhile' and the like, and it seemed to be helping… somewhat.
Or it was making the poor boy go more insane. But if he was, why were the other voices in his head not saying as much? Or did it have something to do with the fact that the blonde had threatened them a slow and painful death?
Then again… how does one kill and torture a voice in one's head?
…
It was a very confusing and delicate – or as delicate as one could be when hitting another with a sledgehammer – topic that could not just be rushed in, but with each day going slower and slower…
He was going to hurt something soon.
Very soon, by the sounds of it.
And would he host allow it?
Krad rolled his eyes.
Noooooooooooo…
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4:47pm
School's out.
Get into another argument with host.
Haven't done anything more amusing and bored.
So very very bored.
Wait… why the hell am I here again?
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:Shut up.:
"But I didn't say anything."
:Yes you did. I heard you.:
"I'm assuming that you're referring to the scratching in your head. That stupid scratching noise? That's not me."
:Yes it is. Who else would it be:
"I don't know," Krad rolled his eyes in annoyed sarcasm and he would have hit the boy over the head if he'd been given the chance, "The other voices in your head? Or you're just going deaf again."
:Scratching noises do not lead to being deaf:
"How would you know? You're not a scientist… or a doctor… or whatever it is…"
:… Shut up.:
"No idea what's being said anymore?"
:Can't you understand the meaning of the word shut up:
"That's two words. I think you've finally reached the state of mind that means you have to go to an asylum."
:No! You do:
"What? I can go to the zoo now?"
:… WHAT:
Satoshi promptly ran into something, which turned out of be one of those benches that people sit on while waiting for a bus, and swore loudly. This, of course, got a lot of evil glared from mothers with children, and they hurried away, muttering under their breath as they did so.
:Thanks a lot: the sarcasm was so obvious that Krad just had to smirk; in the way of adding insult to injury.
"Why, you're welcome, Satoshi-sama," he mock-bowed from the back of the boy's mind and continued to smirk evilly. It was so much fun to bait the boy and it wouldn't be much longer before the yelling match of sorts continued.
Much more entertaining than wondering when was the next time he'd be allowed to kill… something.
:Ugh! You are just so… impossible! Insane! Not right in the head:
"What? And you are?"
:GAAH:
"Geez… chill already."
Satoshi, who'd been lingering between the point of screaming and running around like a maniac in public, stopped and blinked. Krad had to admit that he managed to catch hints that would at least keep him sane for a few more seconds and that was something that no normal person had. Wait… did that make any sense?
:Since when have you ever spoken like a surfer… person thingy:
"Just a way to stop you from actually being dragged into a REAL asylum," the blonde replied idly. "Don't think I'll be nice all the time."
:Right and… what? What do you mean "nice":
Krad shook his head as the arguing began once more…
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The apartment in which Satoshi lived in was as empty and as abandoned as the boy had left it early that morning, but it wasn't like either one of them – seeing as they were still arguing about something – was expecting something amazing and wonderful or chaotic or… whatever. Just another boring afternoon where they would argue and argue and argue until the blue-haired boy ran off screaming again.
One really had to wonder how much longer it would take for him to go all crazy and insane, in which he would then be FORCED into an asylum.
Krad shrugged it all off, vaguely aware that they were still in the middle of an argument – something about walking down the street or something – and watched as his host did the usual routine; chuck stuff in one corner, see if there were any messages left on the answering machine… planning, planning, planning… yeah, the usual.
Boring and usual, that was his host's life… and why wasn't he dead due to boredom yet! Hadn't it been proven by doctors or scientists or cosmologists or astronomers… wait… what the hell? Anyway, as he saying – or thinking – people had died of BOREDOM, and wasn't Satoshi's very existence and life and stuff exactly like that? Why wasn't he dead!
:Shut up, you're giving me a headache.:
"Good. Maybe then you'll feel some random emotion."
:Oh shut up you--: whatever Satoshi had been about to call Krad was forgotten as his phone rang and he picked it up.
"Tell them to call later and then we'll see who can kick whose ass," offered the blonde, but was all ears as to what the phone call was about.
"Commander, this morning there was a warning notice from Phantom Thief Dark--"
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4 something in the afternoon…
Argue with host. Threaten to take over his body and jump off a cliff.
Get told that there are no cliffs nearby.
Change tack and tell him that I will take over his body and jump off the top of the apartment blocks.
Get no reaction.
Threaten to take him to an asylum.
Get screamed at yet again.
Wait for mental images to fly at head.
They come; dodge, dodge…
Laugh insanely at him for no reason. Geez… I do that a lot these days, don't I?
Host get call.
…
My… this will be interesting…
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Next time Dark makes an appearance, Krad talks about clothing designs (? Where the hell did that come from?) and arguments with his host while traps fly over their head ensure. So something of that sort. I have no idea when I'll update, so just keep an eye out… unless you've got me on that alert thingy… then it doesn't matter. Whatever.
neko-nya: It's good when the mind clicks (nods) then you don't have to think of much, so it's all good. XD Good thing you're not hungry; I haven't eaten anything today…
Hakudoshi-chan: Well, then there would be no real reason to his existence if he was like that… except for maybe his looks, but that's not the point. Heh, thanks.
Timetill: Really...:O Thanks!
Tsuki Fox: Oh yeah! I remember that! (evil grin) It's actually very important and linked to his past… the horrible, horrible past of his. So yeah. XD I'm not telling, but you'll know soon enough… once I get rid of schoolwork/assignments and can get back to typing. XD Hope you can wait that long!