Almost noon and just as bue had wanted, the sky was a lovely shade of light blue with a few clouds, enough to play Find What Shape with them. In the house, mike was sitting on the couch flipping through channels, remote in hand, the window he kept looking out through was to his right and was next to the door. The sun was just above his house so everything outside was plainly bright and lit as though everything were neon the way it shined off of cars' metal surfaces. Mike's eyes changed to black in an instant and a sly grin came upon his face, the front of his hair came down but it could only cover his eyes. Bueno had taken control.
Huh So THIS was where buena and the others caused panic among mike and his companions. Why I'm sure this'll be an interesting day, now then...wait a minute…-. What does mike sound like. I can do voices but I don't know what his is, dammit! He hit the seat cushion beside him with his fist but then an idea came to him, he heard water running from down the hall, the way it echoed it must've been a bathroom and so, quickly ran to where he guessed the kitchen was and started going through drawers to hopefully find a pad and pen. When he did, he quickly scribbled down: going outside. then went to open the back door...though it took a while to find it then he finally opened it up and the sun didn't effect him at all. Bueno walked forward until he was standing in the center of the backyard and the sun was hitting him directly, he wasn't harmed as a cocky sneer came across his face. Buuuuuueeee...you wanted to see the sun right? Bueno asked, staring directly at it and gave her control…. Bue's face twitched and so did the rest of the body until she was completely shaking then collapsed to the ground and her shaking became much more violent, worst of all, she couldn't shut her eyes, they wouldn't close no matter how hard she tried. Her vision was blurry, too blurry to make anything out other than blue and green and even those were incredibly fuzzy and faint. There was a big tree right in front of her with plenty of shade but she couldn't see it and was unable to move a single muscle, her body was frozen stiff while she only felt like she was on fire and kept on shaking. Bue could only hold her spazzing head and shake, she'd already curled into a ball and tears started forming while her black eyes rolled back into the sockets. She started coughing and coughing, vomit came up in between each cough she hacked. Bue eventually passed out, mike took over, he panicked after seeing such a huge puddle of-(ok I don't want to be sued for making anybody else throw up from the details that I was about to go into, "I have spared your stomach, what have you to offer the queen?")-and darted back inside to wipe his mouth with about a million disinfecting cloths until his face freakin' sparkled.
Bue found herself in mal's old room, holding herself while she shook, manitoba disappeared the minute after D recreated the door then he grabbed bue's arm and pulled her back into the darkness. Her vision immediately changed back but the rest of her body couldn't say the same as she jumped into D's arms sobbing uncontrollably.
"I'M SORRY D! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'M SO SO SORRY, I'M REALLY REALLY REALLY SORRY D!" She wailed and clung to him tightly and continued to cry into his shirt. D snapped his fingers and bue was in her normal clothes, she collapsed again. Mal was in just utter and total shock after seeing what happened to bue outside and comparing it to the last time he was in a room with a dim small light, it made him shudder. D carried bue over to the bed and laid her down, mal leaned up, still holding his nose and saw the two by each other, bue may have been sick but mal had gotten punched in the face, been forced into light, and almost killed multiple times from torture.
Why does he even want me here?...Why WAS I created?
He simply wants a punching bag for when the girl doesn't obey his orders. His insecurity is one of his weak points. The puppet told him. D and bue were too wrapped up in each other to even bother with a boy on the ground who looked to be talking to himself as he supplied both voices out loud only in a whisper.
D's insecure?
Of course that's why they're-
-They're, what?
N-not with me at the moment.
Do you still live in the darkness?
…. Not exactly….
How so?
I can leave if I want with not many repercussions though I still consider it my home-
-no matter how much you hate it.
You get used to it with time-
-alone, you mean...what DOES happen to them?
I-it's n-not important right now, when they go to sleep tonight-
-we have a night time?
Yeah. Why do you think your bodies age with mikes?
How're we supposed to tell time, being, I think, 10 years old, shouldn't we be able to...read a clock?
D's hiding much more secrets than you think. Knows a lot more too. If you were able to truly detect some of his lies, you'd definitely know what's really wrong with him.
Other than what we already know? He was lonely, went nuts, and stayed that way.
There's more to it than that simply. The older mal explained. His puppet body remained motionless and his eyes remained dead-looking, he could only speak through thought until they were alone, in which he would speak and come to life. At the moment, his form was that of one of the worn teddy bears and that was all bue and D could see.
A clever disguise, it was, and will keep the two puzzled for while to come as the boy on the ground merely looked to be talking to himself, they'd think none of it since they were two entwined in themselves.
D was holding bue's hand as she slowly fell asleep then moved her hair flap to behind her ear and caressed her cheek. "Imonna kill bueno for this, but it was my awful mistake, truly. I'm sorry buena!" Tears welled up in D's eyes, he'd heard none of mal's conversation, having been distracted by bue and her condition at the moment. His anger toward mal still hadn't entirely diminished, he couldn't really harm bueno otherwise it's payment would be bue's pain. Mal had a feeling D would start to take his anger out on him the minute he had the chance and now's his chance while bue can't say no. D slowly turned to him as mal was sitting up by the small pool of blood underneath him while his face dripped, the puppet frowned.
When he snaps I'll snap.
He already has, what're you going to do? D got up and began walking towards mal who was getting scared, his anger and furious-ness had diminished as he looked him straight in the eye they glowed red, he found he was unable to move. D's black aura had returned, almost like his own self-defense, knowing mal might fight back, with his barrier he's just his cocky powerful self.
"Y-YOU'RE INSANE!" D glared with his piercing stare but then loosened with a sly grin.
"Thanks." Mal started shaking then got control of his body again and got up, he ran to one of the corners...like an idiot and his bloody face spelled 'horror'. Bue was still in her coma and couldn't hear a thing. Mal raised his arm and got his fingers in the position to snap but D grabbed his hands in a tight unbreakable grip, mal continued to struggle. He slapped him fast before mal's fingers had enough time to even move. Why?! Why are you doing this?! What will bue think when she sees all the bruises you bastard?! D let go, his eyes stopped glowing though stayed his normal crimson as his eerie aura vanished and he stepped back a few times before going back over to bue, allowing mal to just lay on the beanbag, his head in his hands and his knees in his chest while he remained facing the wall.
He would've killed you in an instant.
If I hadn't mentioned bue, that is.
He's growing to be a bit obsessed.
It's frightening.
I know, I know. But you can beat him, you're no third wheel, nor some punching bag weak link.
Do you remember how you did it? How long was your practice...with the light and all?
You're not gonna like this but...3 years.
3 YEARS?!
And another two for opening portals and strength with your powers.
NO WAY! HOW DO THEY NOT DRIVE ME NUTS LONG ENOUGH TO TOLERATE THEM?!
Like I said before, adaptation, your eyes have changed along with your face but that doesn't mean they can't change again, they won't change back but they will change, progressively, patience is key.
Until then?
…. I'm 16, I don't remember all the details! But I CAN help you through it, just don't treat me like some counselor, got it?
Sure.
D heard him say 'sure' at the end and that was it and grew annoyed with how suspicious he'd been looking lately, that 'sure' was a response to something but he didn't know what. He's talking to himself about something like some madman.