Interview With A Demon

Chapter 14: Conversation in English Class

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I shift slightly in my room in Dai's mind. He's in school right now, which I find exceptionally boring. But then, I've been in school about. . . a thousand times, it seems. Each new tamer. . .each new life.. . it's funny really. People tend to repeat things over and over again. Every human is born, grows up, goes to school, gets a job, falls in love, gets married, has a kid or three, dies. It gets boring after a while. I want my own body.

I groan as the teacher starts in on an English lesson. Gah. I know English perfectly. I should just tell Dai how to speak it. Whatever. I lean back, letting my mind run over the plan for tonight. I'm going to steal another piece from the museum, some little statue called "Desires" or something. I don't know what it's called and I don't really care.

Hey, are you asleep? Dai's voice suddenly echoes in my head and I jump, startled.

Huh? I get my composure back together, frowning lightly. No. What's up?

I just wanted to ask you some stuff.

Shouldn't you be studying English? I mean. . .you are in school.

Dad can help me.

Why doesn't that surprise me? I laugh softly. Kosuke Niwa. . . He's quite an enigma. He tends to lock himself in his library for hours at a time, studying art, culture, everything. He's actually really quite brilliant. He might seem a bit spacey, and he can be at times, but overall, he's really smart. He also knows a few languages from travelling abroad. So, what's your question?

Where do you go when your tamer falls in love and you disappear? Is it anything like my mind?

Uh. It's kinda hard to describe. Your mind is this white-blue place. It may seem plain, but I can see from your eyes, hear what you hear, and your thoughts, there are smells, sounds and color. It's not too bad being trapped in the mind. I don't love it, but I don't hate it.

Now the world I go to when I disappear is my description of hell. It's gray. All gray. Two shades: dark and light. Gah. I hate it there. I can't hear, I can't see. . . there's nothing to do but sleep and remember. I hate remembering, so I usually just sleep. A lot. But there aren't any colors. Hell. . . I don't even meet up with Krad there. That would even be nice.

Oh. . . that sounds. . .awful.

Trust me. It is.

I frown, crossing my arms over my chest, even though I know he can't see the movement. I shudder a bit, remembering the times I've been trapped in that world.

As much as I hate to admit this, but if the Niwas didn't have sons, I'd go completely crazy. I almost went insane when Daiki had Emiko.

Were you still trapped in that world?

Nope. I was lucky, I got stuck in her mind, but I was locked away. It was a white world and I could hear and see, but that was it. I frown, taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly. When she was a little kid, she would cry out for me, trying to figure out why I didn't come out for her. I felt really bad for her, but there was nothing that I could do. I can't come out for a girl. It's too damn hard.

Hm.

Daisuke goes quiet for a moment, watching the teacher as she talks, pointing to things on the board.

What would you do if you were free?

If I was free? Oh...I'd have fun. I'd get a girlfriend for one thing. But I'd also flirt. And I'd go to a bar. And eat. Eat a lot. Everything that I've always wanted to eat, but couldn't. I'd go to movies and dances and plays and everything. I'd just have fun.

Would you have a family?

Eventually I'd want one. But I'd have fun first. I laugh sadly. You really have no idea how damn lucky you are, Dai.

What do you mean?

You can fall in love. I mean. . . yeah, you change into me whenever you feel love, but. . . at the same time, when the girl accepts you for who you are and accepts me, I fade away, but you get to stay here and live a normal life.

Dai sighs softly, looking out the window.

Dad's looking for a way to give you your own body. I'm going to help him when I get home. We'll find an artwork.

Thanks Dai.

I smile, letting the warmth flood through him.

"Daisuke Niwa!" The teacher calls, making him jump. "Please translate the poem, 'He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven'."

I look through Dai's eyes, reading the sentence quickly. I recognize it as a poem I know and I smile.

Repeat after me. . .

"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams," Dai reads off, his voice soft.

Wow. . .

I know.

"Very good Daisuke. You may sit down."

Dai bows slightly, sitting back down, smiling to himself.

Dark, who wrote that?

A poet named W.B. Yeats. He was an Irish poet.

That was a really beautiful poem.

I know. I've heard it before. I really like the last two lines.

So do I. He smiles again, his happiness spreading to me eaisly. Thanks for helping me.

Sure thing. After all, I was distracting you. I smile back at him. Now. Get back to studying.

Okay.

I smile as Daisuke goes back to studying, laughing softly. I enjoy the conversations we have. I trust him more than I have trusted anyone for a long time. I shake my head, staring to pay attention to the lessons that he is studying.

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A/N: Um. . . I couldn't resist sticking W.B. Yeat's poem in there. It's a pretty one. And I wanted to stick something interesting in there. ^_^

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