Mortal Sin
Part Two
Kojiro ran into his house, where he lived with his unemployed father. His mother had left years ago. Kojiro was not surprised to find that his father was not home. He was probably out with some hussy he had met at a local bar.
On his way to the bathroom, Kojiro stopped by the kitchen to pick up a large steak knife. He locked the bathroom door, and turned on both taps on the bath, filling it with warm water. He placed the knife on the vanity, and looked at himself in the mirror.
"This is what I have to do," he reassured himself, picking up the knife again. He moved it toward his wrist.
"And just what makes you think that?" a voice asked.
"Who is that?" Kojiro cried, looking around. He dropped the knife in the process.
"Just a friend, trying to stop you from making a horrible mistake."
Kojiro continued to search for the source of the voice. "Mistake? I wouldn't call it a mistake. My life is nothing. There is no reason for me to continue it. If I die today, tomorrow, no one will care."
"Do you really think that killing yourself will make it better?"
Kojiro stared as a shape formed in the vanity mirror, replacing his reflection. It was a bizarre purple and white creature, somewhat like a lizard/human hybrid. It grinned with effeminate purple lips.
"Who are you?"
"I told you: I'm a friend. I'm trying to help you Kojiro."
"You know my name."
The creature laughed. "As far as I am aware, friends are supposed to know your name."
"I don't even know what you are, let alone who," Kojiro scoffed. "Besides, if you were really my friend, you'd let me do what I have to."
"Kill yourself? I don't think so. After all, suicide is a mortal sin."
"A mortal sin?"
"A sin that will send you straight to Hell. There are several mortal sins – most of them involving killing of some sort. Suicide just happens to be one of them. As is mass genocide, which is what I'm in here for."
"In my mirror? You're in my mirror for committing mass genocide."
"I mean Hell, you stupid boy! And believe me, you don't want to come here. That's why I'm trying to help you…and in return, you can help me."
Kojiro was reluctant to trust the mirror creature, but in his current state, he was willing to accept any help that anyone was willing to give. "I'm listening."
"I have some unfinished business up there – specifically on your planet, Earth. What I'm suggesting is you let me borrow your body for a bit. In return, I make you more popular, powerful – everything you want to be but are too afraid to try. That, and when your time unfortunately arrives, I'll whisper a few words in the man at the doors ears – about what a total saint you are, and you go up instead of down."
"You're talking about possession," Kojiro stated. He was started to wonder if he had actually gone mad.
"No! Never! You will still have a say in everything. Think of me as like being a…flatmate. We'll just be two souls sharing the same body."
Kojiro had by this time weighed up the arguments, and concluded that he had lost his mind. Thus, anything he said to the creature that his twisted mind had conjured up was totally irrelevant. "Sure – I'm game."
"Excellent!"
The mirror shone brightly, but Kojiro was too late to realise that he had made a very wrong decision.
* * * * * *
"Pan, Pan, Pan! Guess what!" Bra squealed into the phone the moment she heard Pan pick up.
"This ought to be good," Pan laughed. "What?"
"I asked Goten to take me to the Springtime Ball – and he said he'd love to!"
"You're kidding!"
"Nope. And you know what that means…"
Pan nervously chewed on her thumbnail. She, Bra and Uub had a fatal flaw in common. They all had crushes on people older than them. In a fit of stupidity, they had made a pact to reveal their love to these people by asking them to the Springtime Ball. Once one had committed to it, the other two had to follow suit.
"Can't you ask Trunks for me?" Pan pleaded.
"No way!" Bra laughed triumphantly. "I asked Goten, so that means you have to ask Trunks, and Uub has to ask Marron. It's as simple as that!"
"He won't want to come with me. He's so…and I'm so…well, not whatever he is. I'm beneath him."
"Don't say that! If anyone is perfect for Trunks it's you. Hello? Last remaining unrelated female Saiyan!"
"Okay, you've made your point. I'll do it. So…who's gonna tell Uub?"
* * * * * *
Kojiro woke up with a throbbing headache. As he attempted to climb out of bed, he realised that his body was not responding. And that it was already out of bed, staring into the mirror.
Oh, no. This can't be happening, Kojiro was horrified as his own face smirked back at him.
"Awake are we?" he spoke aloud, by no means of his own.
Who are you!? Get out of my body! Kojiro screamed. His own body still did not respond.
If you're going to be like this, you should not have agreed to let me channel into you in the first place! The demon – as Kojiro had decided it to be – opted to speak to its fellow soul mentally this time. But I will at least introduce myself. I am Frieza, once feared tyrant of the galaxy.
Well, what happened? Kojiro dared to ask.
I died! Now quit your insistent questions! Kojiro's body began to walk, again, not at Kojiro's command.
You said I would still have control! Why are you doing everything?
So I paraphrased a little. You are the weaker soul, thus, I have the ability to ignore everything you request your body to do. And also to ignore you, so goodbye.
Frieza was immensely pleased to find that the channelling process had worked brilliantly. Right down to his ability to switch off the annoying human's whining. He now had almost total control. I'll let you know when I need you.
He regarded his new body. For a human "geek" (a word that Frieza had found stored numerously in Kojiro's memory), the body was surprisingly bulky. Not as beefed up as Frieza might have liked, but it would do. He could do things with this body.
Boy! What is that you do during the day? Frieza demanded.
I…I have to go to school. What are you going to do? Kojiro timidly asked, worried at why Frieza had decided to listen to him.
I will do what is expected of you. Frieza once again ignored Kojiro. In so doing, he found that he could sense the boy's feelings, without having to listen to his chatter. That was immensely useful. Currently, the boy felt lost, confused and upset. Typical.
Frieza began to pace the room, searching for some sort of clothing. He eyed the closet, and realised where the clothes were stored. After several minutes of rummaging, the search turned up nothing. Kojiro did not own clothing that would be appropriate for Frieza's new body. He decided to extend the search.
From the front door to another bedroom, Frieza could see a trail of clothing. He doubted that was normal, but he sorted through them anyway.
Jackpot. He had found a pair of leather pants and matching jacket. The might have been for a female – which Kojiro confirmed they were, by radiating panic – but it must have been a rather large female. They fitted Kojiro's form well, coupled with a white T-shirt that Frieza salvaged from Kojiro's wardrobe.
With one last look in the mirror, Frieza removed the glasses on his face, and crushed them in his hand. He was ready to face this new world.
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