Story/Scenario 1 – Chapter Four
Synopsis: Krad Hikari, 19, moved to live in France and is one of the top designers in the fashion world (oh, and he's also a model). But as fate would have it, he gets pulled into a number of… mishaps… that involves returning to his home in Japan… and meeting people he never wanted to see again.
Disclaimers: Still don't own it.
Warnings: Confusion, confusion, and even more confusion.
Notes: I know nothing about planes or turbulence or whatever. So don't complain about my errors… so yeah.
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Page Thirteen: Turbulence
"Boarding plane--" grumbled some voice over a headset. "Please enter platform--"
All this random stuff wasn't going to get through Krad's brain at the end of this, and he was majorly bugged. The taxi-driver hadn't said a word, thankfully, and he driven off without much more than a grunt. Hopefully he was slow in the brains, otherwise… well; it might cause some problems if Saga somehow managed to find a way to stalk them…
But Natalie wasn't that stupid, even he knew that. Despite it all, he had come to know her as a very experienced master-mind when she wanted to do so, and being a part-time con-artist must have helped as well; although it scared the hell out of him when he first found out; she didn't look like that… type. Really. Ignoring the stares he got from some to most of the people who were there to board their own planes, the blonde made his way over to he counter.
He had talked to her briefly during the ride there, and she had confirmed that everything was going according to plan and that he had nothing to worry about at all.
"Mr Hikari, I presume?" the attendant asked pleasantly. She was a woman in her early twenties and seemed to be smiling in a perky manner that could only mean… Krad looked over the counter; yep, coffee overload. "Natalie just called in and we've already messed up and altered everything, so you're ready to go!" She gave him a set of tickets.
Taking them with a nod of his head, Krad saw that he had three, "Do you… know Natalie by any chance."
"Aside from the fact that she's my best friend, yeah," she winked, "Name's Chloe, and I'll be messing up with everyone's heads so they can't tell where you are. As you can see, you have three tickets for three different areas. You're obviously only going to one, unless it's very necessary, and leave the rest to us."
"Right…" So he was leaving his fate in the hands of a secretary and her hyperactive friend?
Chloe seemed to read his mind, "We've got connections, so don't be so worried. Once you're in Japan, though, it's pretty much your choice. But here, it's girl power."
"…" Yeah, he was leaving his fate in the hands of very psychopathical and incredibly scary people now. Great. He might as well jump off the highest building possible here… the Eiffel tower, perhaps? Yeah, that would be nice.
Anyway, he decided not to say that out loud and took at look at one of the tickets before finding one of the gates and entering it, after, of course, handing that particular ticket over. As it was, the plane was crowded by crazy excited people and those going back home, who looked bored or were just half asleep. Or awake. Whatever, he didn't really care at all.
Finding his designated seat, the blonde flopped down and dumped his had over his eyes. He didn't want to see anyone, speak to anyone, and so forth. It was just so annoying to be where he was; but it would only get more annoying if Saga decided to go after him or something. Oh yeah, they would be the end of the world for them when that happened.
Most of the still perky people – probably high on caffeine – were talking amongst themselves and attempting to keep the children from screaming at random people that were just sitting peacefully around. The attendant on the plane was saying something about seatbelts as such, but Krad was already drifting off to sleep because he couldn't stand the people all around him at the moment.
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Entry Ten:
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Sleep.
And maybe Natalie can knock some sense into that crazy Saga guy; he's really getting on my nerves now. I just can't stand it. People around here just keep getting more and more insane. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
I just can't stand it anymore.
I suppose I can't complain about it in the end, but still… it's just so annoying on me, and I don't know how much more I can take before I go completely insane and try to kill someone.
And I think I know who the someone is at the moment.
Dammit all to hell; I'm going to sleep.
…
These seats are very uncomfortable.
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The sudden of the plane hitting some form of turbulence as the plane set off was what jerked Krad back awake and he grumbled under his breath. Looking around, he was glad that the children had at least calmed down and many of them were sleeping. Not that he blamed them, as it was night time in France and so forth. Bright lights made up a good part of the place as he peered out of the window, wondering whether he should care or not at all.
"… not again…" mumbled a voice next to him.
Sitting back up and turning, Krad raised an eyebrow at his seat partner, who was not paying him any attention, but scowling at the book in front of him. That was, an exercise book that seemed to be crammed with notes to the brink of worrying about one person's lack of sanity.
"…" the person mumbled under his breath again, before jotting down a note and, scowling, snapped it shut, closed his eyes and seemed to be trying to get rid of a migraine that wouldn't leave him alone.
The first thing that flew through the blonde's mind was::Okay, how many people here have blue hair and gives off incredibly creepy vibes? Why the hell am I asking myself that and why do I give a damn? Wait, no, I don't give a damn and no one cares about a thing. Good? Good. Now leave me alone, brain. Oh great, now I'm talking to myself. I need a psychiatrist…:
But really, the blue-haired boy next to him couldn't have been older than… 17? Yeah, something around that age group. So what was he doing? Business trip? School? Visiting a family that didn't exist? Where had that come from?
Yes, Krad was very well aware that he was asking himself these questions, but at least he wasn't saying them out loud yet. Go figure.
"What?"
Snapped out of his mental argument that never led to anything worth listening to, the blonde's head shot up and he gave the blue-haired teen a long look, frowning. "What?" he asked back.
"You were just sitting there and staring off like some alien had stolen your brain," a shrug of the shoulders and the teen buried himself back into his book-reading-writing-thing, "It was all quite amusing but unnerving."
"Right…" Krad raised an eyebrow, "that's saying a lot." The word that popped into his head at this was one thing; asshole. That or just a really out of it jerk who was incredibly blunt. Okay, so he was arguing with himself, but it – by no means – meant that he was possessed by aliens or something equally as stupid. It just annoyed him to no end; what a pointless, pointless concept to be thinking about.
Leaning back on his head, the blonde stared blankly up at nothing in particular as he thought about nothing quite literally. Not that that was anything new, but he was hoping that whatever that was going to happen next was going to be a good thing, and not get in his way or on his nerves.
As everyone had finally quietened down and no one else was really bothering him aside from the hum of the plane's engine, Krad closed his eyes and drifted right back to sleep because the company next to him was muttering about equations once more. Hahahaha… it wasn't all that funny, though.
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Some good few hours later found the blonde stumbling around. Well, not literally, but he didn't like being where he was; the plane platform whatever. Not to mention that now he had to go off and find his luggage, which was going to be a long and irksome wait. So very, very long. He wasn't looking all that forward to it, true, but it had to be done. Besides, he had his weapons of mass destruction there; he wished, anyway.
The plane ride had gone by without a hitch besides being irksome and boring to the point of wanting to rip his head out for the sake of it, but other than that it had been fine. Just fine.
So he did the following things:
Go out still alive and in one piece: check.
Glare at that stupid blue-haired creepy teen who had been sitting next to him: check.
Call Natalie to make sure that no one had raided his office: check.
Go and grab his suitcases before they were shipped off to Greece: wait for it… check.
Make sure that he had changed his euros into yen: shoot, he forgot about that. Okay, check.
Leave the place before advertising people and scary religious people attacked him: check, check and check.
So now that that was out of the way for him, Krad now had to deal with flagging down a taxi and going to some hotel until he could work out where that place he had once called home was located. Unless someone had already moved in. Or some random crazy dude decided to burn it to the ground. But hey, that wasn't all that bad of an idea; the blonde had been considering that since his parents decided to drive off a clear that sunny, sunny day. And the truth in that little sentence proved that the entire Hikari family was a bit nuts.
A taxi trundled in front of him and he pulled the door open, dumped this luggage in the back, and entered up front. The taxi driver glanced at him before asking gruffly, "So where do you want to go?"
"The Azumano District."
"Righ', hold on then."
Very soon they were zooming off.
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Entry Eleven:
I wonder what life would be like if I lived in a brown paper bag. It would be a bit cramped though, very, very odd in the end. So that's the wonderful life my brain has. I can't believe I talk to myself and reply of all things. I mean, seriously, insanity is in the eyes of the beholder, but god, I think I've reached the deeper end of things now.
Blame that on the little devil and angel that whisper things to be ever since my parents died and I had to move away from the last link of my old life. I never forgave them of that.
I suppose I should explain myself; even though no one's gonna read this. Well, over my dead body, anyway. The angel and devil in my head, doesn't everyone have one in the end anyway?
Mine are just… very annoying. They keep on taking different forms and keep changing and makes me want to hit them over the head with a frying pan if I had one at hand. Sadly, I never do, so they get home scott free. Home being inside my mind; maybe I should find a way to hurt them mentally… ah, the possibilities…
Very recently they've been in the form of some redhead and blue-haired guy. The blue-haired one very much reminding me of that jerk I was next to. Sure, I've never met the guy or spoke to him and I don't know him, but he had jerk vibes all around him. How else am I supposed to react!
But these two have been arguing again… at least they're not trying to rule my life or something. They used to do that when I was nine. It was amusing, but not all that great.
The chicken ran off again… fun…
What the hell am I talking about now?
I don't know.
But hey, we're here… I think…
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Paying the taxi driver and grabbing his luggage in the process, Krad watched as the yellow car zoomed off to the unknown, not really giving a damn about a thing except to prey on the next poor fool who needed a ride desperately. Running a hand through his hair and replacing his hat, the sun shone brightly in his eyes and his eyes narrowed. Shoving around for some sunglasses, he placed them over his eyes and looked around.
If he remember correctly, he had to go done some street, through another, turn a right, left, straight, and… oh yeah, that made a lot of sense, didn't it? Not that it mattered, but really.
"So this is what my life is going to be like," he mumbled to himself, "Might as well get used to it before it eats my brains out."
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It took Krad exactly one hour, twenty-seven minutes and forty-five seconds to find the hotel and sign in. the room he was shown was as lavishly designed as any other with the foreboding feeling that he would be paying a lot more than he should and that he should go and find a permanent home soon, otherwise he was going to go broke and would have to bed on the streets. And he really didn't want to do that as his part-time job. It was best to avoid it all. Yes, the good life hiding in the shadows. He used to do it all the time until his sudden rising into famous-people-whatevers and… yeah. Whatever.
Leaving the hotel, he walked around the streets. People were running around doing normal people things and he wondered what he was supposed to do now. The main idea was to go and lay low for a while, but he would need a job just in case. He wasn't all that worried about loosing all his money now, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
"Looking for something?" mumbled one of his many annoying voices that proved his sanity.
"I say you be quiet now," muttered the other.
"But he's just walking around listlessly. Something's wrong with him."
"I know. Maybe we should stop being so loud in his mind. He can't block us out you know."
"Aah… you have a point."
Wandering around was about the most useful thing the blonde could do about it. It was strange to be wandering around in such a manner, back in the streets of Azumano where he hadn't been for a while yet. So long.
Damn, he was going to get the memories of his old life flooding back on him and it wasn't going to leave him alone until he was gone again. Not to mention that it kept popping up at the worst of times.
He passed by shops without much thought, and he was about to think about walking back when something rather solid ran right into him that was about his height.
They collapsed in a heap and Krad groaned in pain, "Why won't people just leave me alone…?"
"Oh, sorry about that," a voice above him said apologetically as the weight lifted and a hand pulled him up by the wrist. His eyes met with those of deep amethyst and he blinked. "Didn't see you there. You okay?"
"Yeah…"
"Damn, gotta go," letting go, the other person waved a hand and walked off, "sorry about that again."
Watching as the stranger left, Krad was at a complete loss for words, one hand over the pocket of the jeans he wore. The one which contained the photo that Pepinot had handed him before he'd left.
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Entry Twelve:
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No way.
No way in hell.
This can't be happening…
Really, it's impossible. It's not supposed to be like this.
But… how…
… Dark?
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Krad knows Dark! Blah blah blah! What happens next? I don't know! XD You're just gonna have to wait and find out, right?
I don't think I ever clarified it but; how many readers want this scenario to be a DarkKrad fic? I need to know otherwise… I'm just going to do something insane to them ;D And Daisuke and Satoshi will be around… eventually.
neko-nya: Maybe you shouldn't do that then, and your science teacher was proved very, very wrong. Satoshi grew up his whole life hating Krad though, right? But even so… the blonde never got a break…
Hakudoshi-chan: Really? Personal reflection chapters… :)
Everto Angelus: You have a good point there. I mean, most of the time we never take the perspective of the 'bad guy' in the tale… but they usually just end up being misunderstood.
Tsuki Fox: Yeah, he was Mr. Evil in volume four. I mean, trying to choke Daisuke and all that. But there's always so much more in that character than what we think… right? And thanks for the congrats XD We all update at random… must be in our system… I'm very slowly working on it…
Timetill: Angst can only go too far, and the darker ones are better, cause happy people thinking happy thoughts seem to… ugh, I don't wanna think about it. Thanks, I tried to make it as believable as possible… :D Although he seems very much intact with his sanity here.
Makurayami Ookami: Thanks, glad it made sense.
Okay, another question before I go; do you want me to keep on working on this scenario in particular or should I work on the other story now? It all depends on what you think XD And thanks again for the nice reviews!
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So pleaaaaaaseee (goes all whiney)--! Anyway, that's my say of the day.