Random Scenario – The 4 Ps
Synopsis: Everyone gets annoyed by things – sometimes they're very random. So we learn what can get on the blonde's nerves. Oh, and the 4 Ps refers to: Pathetically Petty Pet Peeves. See what I mean?
Disclaimers: Krad would kill me if I said so.
Warnings: Pointless ramblings. Trust me. That's enough warning for you.
Notes: Gah… the flash drive this file was on died on me, so I lost the original copy, so I ended up making this up again. So it's bad and very, very pointless. But isn't that they we're all here? Oh, and I'm working on the next page, so it should be up soon… hopefully. And I'm bugged by the fact that... er... yeah. How exclamation marks and stuff kinda disappear once in a while...
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Page Ten: One of Many (Problems)
What was there to say?
Krad was angry.
Not just angry; but very angry.
Livid might have been a better term to use in such a situation.
It was kind of scary, now that one thought about it.
Very scary.
Yes, the sort of scary where one hides in the cupboard and doesn't do anything until the scariness passes.
This is a waste of time, isn't it?
Yes, I thought so.
Anyway, back to the actual topic of choice.
Krad was angry. Or should that be annoyed?
Well, either way, he wasn't all that happy; although one could wonder when was he ever happy. Maybe when he was bugging the hell out of Satoshi, or attempting to kill Daisuke, or trying to chase after Dark, that he was happy. Or maybe that was just how his brain functioned, so that there was no point in the matter in the first place, and it was finally worked out that this was a completely waste of time for all of us. Yes, the readers and the writer themselves. But the whole point of this was to type something from the blonde's point of view, and – although it mightn't be from HIS POV – it concerned him, no less, and that was final.
So the last of the Hikari clan was stuck with a homicidal, psychopathic, and somewhat insane blonde in the back of his mind. Long since had the days gone when he thought that he wouldn't have an additional voice in his head, but it was useless because – boom, just like that – another voice popped into the picture and he was stuck with it for the rest of his life.
Or its life. It didn't really matter either way.
So Krad was bugged, Satoshi was trying as hard as he could to not hit his head against something incredibly solid, and seeing as they were the only two ones at home, no one else was around to care about what went on between the two.
That, of course, meant a whole string of pointless arguments that made no sense and led to nowhere.
:What's wrong with you this time?.: grumbled Satoshi as he flipped a random page of the atlas, not paying any attention to what he was looking at. He could hear Krad's mumblings – but nothing definite – and it was really beginning to get on his nerves strongly.
:My dear, dear Satoshi-sama.: the blonde drawled back sarcastically; :since when have you cared so much about my muttering about nothing that you'd want to ask me what was wrong?.:
The blue-haired boy rolled his eyes and made sure that he didn't smash his head in with some mallet that would most likely come out of nowhere; :Since the stupid muttering in your head would not LEAVE ME ALONE.:
Krad blinked at this, smirked, but said nothing more. Although he loved to aggravate his host more than usual, now wasn't the time to do such things. He usually left it during school hours when he was awake and about, bored out of his mind, and feeling that he needed to help the boy get a life, made completely random comments that was just one better than what Dark would have said.
Satoshi didn't seem to appreciate it, though, and had come quite close as to do something tragic while out in public, that would most definitely send him to an asylum because people don't like smart-yet-insane kids wandering around.
When the blonde pointed this out, though, he was just told that whoever had had Krad as a kid in the first place must have been plenty insane.
The blonde agreed with him with that.
His host threw a mental image of a giant washing machine at him at that.
And yet, despite it all, they had come to some form of a truce for the time being (that being… well, Krad seemed non-existent most of the time) and Satoshi was now just… well, he was looking at the atlas because he had nothing else to do and he still had four long hours of nothing doing before he went to bed at his usual – and HIGHLY HEALTHY – time of one in the morning. Clearly indicating that he only had about six hours of sleep.
Despite it all, the blonde worried for his host's health.
When he was harassing him, anyway.
Anyway, they were going off the subject again and Krad didn't give a damn, because he hadn't wanted to be there in the first place, but he knew why he was muttering and complaining so much.
Satoshi wouldn't understand why this was so, and that was why the blonde hadn't bothered to enlighten him; ah, the joys of being the leech of the two sides, because that meant that he could read his hosts thoughts, but not the other way around. It was quite funny, actually.
So, what WAS it that was bugging Krad so much?
Well, he had long since come to the simple belief that it was one of the worst things that could have happened in the history of mankind and that it was insane to think of it being considered as so useful. So useful that it got in his way and on his nerves and he would never forgive the people as long as they lived.
Oh yes, there was something just as annoying as that stupid, black-winged phantom thief that he wanted to kill at all costs, and yet this got in the way in that same annoying matter. Except it couldn't talk at all.
… Had he gone insane again?
No. He was insane all the time.
What was he going on about then?
What was it that was getting on his nerves so much?
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Your typical brick wall.
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……
………
Oh yes, that was what was getting on his nerves and annoying him and his host. Not that Satoshi was all that aware of it. At this point, it was just the blonde being bugged to hell.
So, why did he hate them?
Most of the time they just got in his way. And he ran into them. And Dark always got the advantage because he actually remembered to dodge the stupid solid things and Krad just… he just wanted to blow them all up now.
He also hated glass walls, because you obviously couldn't see them; he knew how birds felt now when they slammed into windows. It was not a pretty sight and not all that fun.
So yes, that was why he was so annoyed this wonderful afternoon; not because of Dark, not because of Niwa, not because of Satoshi being the jerk he was, and not because of his own existence.
It was because of the brick wall.
Wonderful, really. Krad now knew that he had gone officially insane.
Not to mention he was incredibly lonely.
:Will you just SHUT UP!.?.:
:Make me!.:
And so passed another practically pointless page.
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Seena58: (watches as Dark, Daisuke with Satoshi in tow, Towa, Argentine, Riku and Risa all glomp/tackle/group hug Krad) … (o.O Stares)
Krad: Get OFF me! (choking)
Dark: But you said you were lonely!
Krad: (still choking) No I didn't! SHE wrote it! (would point at Seena, but can't due to the fact that there are people on top of him)
Seena58: (whistles innocently) I don't know what you're talking about. (walks away)
Krad: … (blinks) Will everyone PLEASE GET OFF ME?
(Everyone, of course, doesn't listen to him)
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And I finally get a page done cause I'm lazy and I needed to update this and… yeah. That's my excuse and all that blah stuff that we don't care about. I will be… continuing… I think… but… we'll see.
And why brick walls? I have no idea o.O it just hit me.
Hakudoshi-chan: Oh dear… now Krad's banging his head against the wall; you shouldn't have told him. I'm assuming that if he got his own body, he would poke Satoshi in the arm just to bug him and annoy/scare Daisuke with random comments. And if Dark got his own body as well… well, er… I think we know what that means XD
Timetill: Good old voices; should we be feeling sorry for Satoshi now?
Everto Angelus: XD Let's see… what to say about that… Yup, there will be a Dark one (I'm assuming that it'll be even more insane than this one), Krad likes to scare people as a pastime and I hope that you'll hang around for more (good old journals… they show the insanity of us all)! Thanks!
kyo's little koneko: Krad's always been bored. This is just a story about his boredom… I think XD
Tsuki Fox: They're all a bit insane, I mean, having other voices in your head. And Krad and Satoshi really do get along… I think. The others are coming… eventually. But it's mainly focused on Krad; thus the unimaginative name.
kittenoftime: (glomps) As long as you're no depressed anymore! XD
neko-nya: Yup, Krad is the voice in Satoshi's head yet the blonde doesn't have a voice of his own… in his head… or something. I don't think Krad's ever eaten ice-cream before? What do you think? o.O
kitedragon: I am updating… very randomly at the moment, actually. Can't even remember when I last updated. XO A few weeks back but yeah. Hope you're having a fun time in China or… something (am I too late to say that?) Hilarity/humor are my weak points. Just blame it on my weird sense of how things in life work… or something similar.
Daishi: Isn't it? Krad has nothing else in his life to look forward to, so… it was expected.
Sorry for the long wait and only getting this in the end, but… er… gah, I'll try to get something up next week that might not be… too bad… no idea… anyway, thanks for the reviews and all! It makes me so happy… hyperactive! XD