A/N: I made a mistake. This is the SIXTH thing I'm working on at a time. I'm more nuts than the OC thinks she is.

In this chapter, I'm switching from third-person (Or was that second-person?) to first-person, usually Nisha.

Ryou = Nice Bakura

Bakura = Evil Bakura

:: Blah :: Thinking to self

[Blah] Thinking to a hikari

{Blah} Thinking to a yami

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(A/N: Blah) Me randomly inserting a comment

Warnings: OC that might possibly get paired up. OOC Ryou, maybe OOC others.

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Pale Night

1-2:

Getting off the Plane

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[I think I would like a name.]

I ignore the insanity-voice at the back of my head. She never says anything useful anyway.

[Nisha's nice, but it's yours. And Hillsdale sounds silly.]

{Oh, will you be quiet? It's not like you're NOT me.}

[I think I am. Remember Mark? His bunch were definitely separate. THEY had names.] |1|

{... Don't compare me to him. He's insane. I prefer not to think of myself that way.}

The voice quiets down for a moment. [What do YOU think my name should be?]

{... Words.} |2| I settle back in the airplane chair and set aside my Palm, ready for a whole hour's worth of pointless debate.

[Isn't that what you call that one thing in that demon-game of yours?] The voice sounds vaguely suspicious.

{Yes, but it matches you. Always floating around, popping up at the strangest times.}

The voice quiets down. I shrug- this usually goes on for hours- and picks up my Palm again.

[Could you stop using that thing? It's bad enough we're in the air without support.]

{Oh, is THAT why you're so talkative? You're afraid of the airplane. Really, there is almost no change of us crashing.}

If the voice were real, I think I would be getting glared at right now. [Of COURSE I'm not nervous! You're the one who's nervous about going someplace else!] The voice sounds a bit unconvincing.

I ignore the not quite factual statement and flip the Palm closed. I'm freaked to near-death, not nervous.

{If you're so insistent about finding a name, I'll search the 'net. Although I don't see why you need a unique one. You're just a voice.}

[If you're going to use that haunted box of yours, never mind...]

{Why is MY other personality afraid of technology? It's not like I am...} I ignore the voice and grab my laptop anyway, flipping it open and starting a game of DDM with the computer.

A few minutes of beating the laptop later and getting it down to one heart point, a flight attendant comes by with the refreshment cart or whatever you call it.

"Would you like a drink, miss?"

I barely glance up at her. "Mr. Pibb. Lotsa ice." I roll, move my Mighty Mage up to the computer's heart points, and attack. A tiny blare of music and "Nisha Won!" jumps out of the speakers.

The flight attendant looks curiously at the screen as she hands me my drink. "Hey, is that Dungeon Dice Monsters?"

I nod and drain the drink, then start to munch on the ice. "I love the game. It would be cool if we could all have those huge holo-game things you always see on TV. Dimension the dice! And it doesn't hurt that the creator's super cute."

She laughs a bit and smiles. "Well, you might very well meet Duke Devlin if you stick in Domino for a while." She moves on down the isle.

I get the distinct impression she thought I'm about twelve.

{I hate being short.}

The voice snorts and shrugs. Don't ask how I know or how she does it.

{No, really, I do. Everyone thinks I'm pre-teen. I'm fifteen!} I decide on the spur of the moment (And out of frustration at everyone) to reprogram my DDM program without the annoying voice, and maybe to make it harder to win.

[Oh, Ra...]

I haven't been insane long, but the voice already knows when I'm going to be dead to the world.

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I sigh in satisfaction and close my (much modified) laptop. And ignore the voice wining (in a dignified way) about how much she hates computers and me TWISTING them to suit me. Anyway, that's why I TOOK computer programming.

The plane tilts downward towards the city below us, evicting a squeak from the voice, and I close the tray, sipping my laptop into the metal briefcase.

"Please close all trays and return your seats to the upright position. We will be landing in fifteen minutes. Thank you."

I smile a bit smugly, then pull out a brush and work some sensibility into my hair. Well, try to, anyway. It takes the whole fifteen minutes, and it turns out a bit spikier in front, even if I did manage to get the rest smooth and in the regular style- Hanging over my right eye, pulled away from the left side of my face. (A/N: We'll find out more about her hair later...*Giggles* Poor Ryou!)

As everyone bumps, pushes, and shoves their way out of the plane, (Many of them male American exchange students my age...) I sit back in my seat and wait for everyone but the very calm, quiet, non-pushy (Mostly old) people to get out. I HATE getting crushed. Well, I do! Oh great, now I'm talking to voices that aren't even there...

(A/N: GET ON WITH IT!)

Well, that was strange. I could have sworn I just heard someone yelling at me, and not the insanity voice... I stand up and edge out into the isle, politely avoiding a collision with an elderly lady, and walk out of the plane.

"Welcome to Domino Airport! We hope you enjoy your stay in our wonderful city!"

{Cheesy. VERY cheesy.}

The voice ignores me as I ignore the same announcement (I presume) in Japanese. I follow the sign that says "Transfer Students" and the noise of WAY too many teenage boys all in one place. Yegawds. I HATE teenage boys. Well, most of them, anyway.

[I thought you have a crush on that one boy, Duke something? And you've never met him.]

I try to glare at the voice as I walk up to the group of annoying, blabbing, TEENAGE people.

I still can't believe I'm (Technically) one of them. Blech...

[Hey, at least it gives you an excuse for doing stupid things.]

{I don't DO stupid things.}

[Of course not.]I can just HEAR the smirk in her voice. I proceed to ignore her and pay attention to the busy-looking woman bustling about, making sure everyone made it off the plane.

"Jonathan Hackney?"

Jonathan Hackney (Where on EARTH did he get HIS name from?) raises his hand.

[He's not half-bad looking.]

I ignore her some more and raise my hand as the lady calls out my name and proceeds down the alphabet.

[Actually, he's kind of cute.]

I sigh and wish I could thwack the voice. If I hit her, though, would I be hitting myself?

Think on it later. Follow the bustling woman to the buses now.

And get stuck next to what HAS to be the most immature person an insanity voice has ever thought was cute.

:: What did I ever do to deserve this?... ::

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|1| In reference to later of the Vorkosigan adventures, Mark (Miles' clone-brother) is mistaken for Miles and undergoes torture. The stress causes his already unstable mind

|2| A nickname for the omniscient voice that appears at the very beginning and end of Kingdom Hearts. You never hear him, (It? Her?) but you do SEE him in the form of floating writing. Apparently Sora can hear him, though. "That voice... It sounded so familiar."

A/N: Eep. O.O Take the best authors you have ever read, the ones that made you feel drained from emotions, multiply them by ten, and you still don't have Rem-chan. I was literally shaking and in tears by the end of chapter 16 of "When all other lights go out". If you have even the VAUGEST clue of what happens in Kingdom Hearts (or no clue at all) you will find this masterpiece soul-shaking. Go read her NOW. She's on my favorite authors list.

Well, the story. Nisha obviously has the same opinion about this as Ryou does. Why am I torturing my favorite people? I really DO like Nisha... I guess I might be laying the whole "OCs having flaws" thing a little thick. Oh, and BTB, Jonathan is NOT going to be involved in the story. Feel free to steal him or whatever.

The "Insanity voice" will get a name later on. Feel free to suggest one. Actually, please suggest one? I've found a good name, but if you find one better and give it to me in your review, I'll agonize for long hours over which to use and eventually decide on one, the decide I REALLY like the other one better. But use the one I decided on, even though I don't like it as well.

Eheh. Right. I'm going now. ^^;; Buh-bye. Review on your way out, please, or I'll let my Yami on you.