Moonlight Disaster
(Drum Roll please) dum de dum de dum! The story is back on the track! I'm so glad that I could get chapter 4 up so quickly compared to the other chapters! That's what happens when you got too much time to kill . And I'm so happy that I got a few reviews for chapter 3 already. It seems to be the most interesting one so far!
--…-- Dark
-…- Daisuke
:…: Satoshi
.:…:. Krad
A/N: BTW, I changed the thing for Satoshi and Krad's mental conversations as you can see. Thought the other one looked weird.
Chapter 4: No-one EVER suspects the BUTTERFLY…
The rest of the day was a blur to Daisuke. He couldn't take his mind off the little sheet of paper that Shidori-san had "accidentally" dropped. He didn't bother trying to give it back as it was so obviously for him. But as soon as he tried to concentrate on class work, the little voice in his head (which wasn't Dark since he had been long bored of class and Daisuke brooding over things so was currently asleep) worrying about the paper nagged him constantly, forcing his mind to drift back to the subject of it. Also the fact that there was another tiny voice somewhat bothered about Shidori-san herself didn't help either.
He sighed, trying once again to put up a mental wall against the voices, in which he had a lot of practice with Dark being the talker he was when he was awake. However, that proved useless again because the voices were really part of his brain, not a different person altogether like Dark who had a mind of his own.
Luckily for Daisuke, the bell rang soon and he quickly hurried out, not even stopping to chat with his dear friend Saehara. Absent-mindedly, he started home at a leisurely pace, so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Satoshi standing right behind him as he passed the gates. At least, not until he spoke.
"Niwa,"
"Eh!" He was so caught off guard that he nearly tripped over air. He quickly straightened up, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly like he did when he got too clumsy for his (and any other people who happened to be around) good.
"Oh! Hiwatari-kun! You scared me there!"
"… I noticed," was the cold reply the redhead got from the other teenager.
"Is something the matter? You look kind of troubled," asked Daisuke in an innocent sort of way. The last part was a lie really, seeing as you couldn't read any emotion on Satoshi's face except for 'I don't give a damn about what you're talking about so leave me alone' but the redhead managed to guess by simply looking at the other boy. The miraculous wonders of friendship.
"Well, did you… no wait, knowing you, you probably didn't see it but the moon… The full moon was glowing quite strangely for a few nights. Even in the morning too. Rather a bluish colour if you know what I mean." Satoshi replied back all in one calm breath, causing Daisuke to stare in awe rather than let that semi-insult affect him.
"A blue… moon?"
The taller boy nodded before continuing.
"Yes. The whole full circle was glowing but the strangest thing was that there seemed to be little sparkling red things floating around one half of the moon. The other half was darker, nearly navy blue. The red things themselves seemed kind of sinister too."
Not even giving the smaller boy time to think, Satoshi checked his watch and said,
"Its nearly 10 past 4, I better be on my way. But…" he looked the redhead in the eye, "Be careful."
And then he was gone.
Daisuke stood there frozen for a minute, slowly registering what Hiwatari-kun had said.
"The full moon… the whole full circle…"
Four full circles before the end…
"…seemed kind of sinister too."
An evil presence we can sense…
"The other half was darker, nearly navy blue…"
Hide we do behind the darkness…
"…For a few nights…Even in the morning too…"
Waiting and waiting, day and night…
Somehow, he was pretty sure that he had figured out some meaning of the poem on that innocent looking piece of paper, all because of what Hiwatari-kun had said. But the last two lines he didn't know. Hiwatari-kun didn't give that extra accommodation.
"Be careful,"
But what could happen?
--All kind of weird in the end right?--
Dark's voice just popped out of nowhere in Daisuke's head but surprisingly enough, he didn't even get the satisfying jolt of shock he normally received when doing something like that. The redhead was that deep in thought. Dark pouted for a minute before noticing a change in the boy.
Daisuke's eyes slowly widened in horror as he realised the meaning of some of Hiwatari-kun's last casually spoken words. Suddenly, he started madly dashing off, the words of two people practically burnt into his brain. No, not that bit about being careful, but something before that.
"It's nearly 10 past 4,"
And much more clearly…
"Don't forget to get back by 4:30pm! I got something important to tell you!"
"ARRRGGGHHHH! I'M GOING TO BE LATE!"
The shriek could be heard probably miles away, even at home, where Emiko looked up from her book, smiling, and said to Kosuke, 'My, was that Dai-chan? He sounded so worried. I wonder why?' completely forgetting to look at the clock and not remembering at all what she had said earlier that day.
Satoshi watched from behind a tree as Niwa stood there frozen before suddenly breaking into a dash. He sighed and slumped on the ground, wondering what caused Niwa's strange reaction.
.:You just HAD to tell him:.
Krad's voice didn't help the situation either…
: Just leave me alone:
However, as usual, Krad didn't listen to him.
.:It's a wonder why the boy didn't notice. What kind of thief is he:.
:I keep telling you, Niwa isn't the thief, Dark is:
.:Well then Dark should have at least noticed and told the boy:.
:Why are YOU interested? You like Dark or something:
Satoshi kept his tone casual but in truth, he too was wondering why neither of the 2 appeared to notice.
.:That's an insult Satoshi-sama. I would never like that playboy of a thief.:.
:I supposed we do think alike in some cases, Krad.:
A fragrant breeze came along suddenly, not giving Krad time to answer, and Satoshi quickly looked up to find its source. He was surprised to find nothing even remotely sweet-smelling; except for a single butterfly, which, unlike other colourful ones, was a dark grey colour. Unless the particular butterfly had been rolling around in petals, he saw no reason to see it as aromatic.
Nevertheless he watched it, transfixed, as it fluttered around, and it was, in its own strange way, a beautiful creature. It paused before his face and landed on his glasses. You will not know how freaky a butterfly is until you see it up close, which was exactly what happened to Satoshi. What he had previously thought of as beautiful, soon turned into a monstrous being, its many legs scrabbling about the slippery surface, terrifying him nearly as much as the hideous black patterns on its wings. They gave the image of a human skull, nearly, if one just used their imagination a bit.
He backed away, which was pointless because the butterfly was on him, and tried to bat away the insect, but it was either extremely stubborn or extremely stupid so that it didn't even notice his hand. In a fit of fear and annoyance, he snatched off his glasses and threw them to the ground, hard, just to get rid of that thing. However, poor Satoshi's efforts were wasted as the wretched creature flew off the glasses just before they hit the ground. The frames shattered, finally bringing the boy to realisation of what he did. The now blurry butterfly still fluttered around his head, the stubborn creature taunting him it seemed.
It suddenly landed on his immobile hand and apparently dusted its wings or shook itself, he couldn't tell, but it left a surprisingly large (in butterfly standards that is) pile of grey powder before flying "innocently" away. When Satoshi looked back at his hand, he was surprised to see a golden light surrounding the powder, turning it into a small piece of paper ( A/N: Lo and behold, we finally get to the point of this whole butterfly thingy) he picked it up and attempted to read the miniscule writing but failed because:
he didn't have his glasses and
the writing being miniscule, he couldn't read it properly unaided
Scowling, he picked himself up and off the floor, picking up the broken frames, and started towards home, Krad's comments not helping very much.
.:(uncontrollable laughter and snorting) Satoshi-sama! You must see your face when that happens again:.
:Shut up Krad:
.:I never knew you were scared of BUTTERFLIES! Such innocent looking creatures and then they land on your glasses…who would have guessed:.
:Just like you Krad:
There was a pause and Satoshi thought he may have hit a nerve, then Krad spoke again in a confused but sinister voice, trying to guess what Satoshi's hidden meaning was.
.:And what is that supposed to mean:.
:…just that on the outside you both look innocent and then you get close to them……fright of your life.:
Krad's eyebrow mentally twitched, as if trying to imagine himself as a BUTTERFLY, of all things before registering the last bit.
.:Fright of your life, Satoshi-sama:.
:I mean… um…:
Satoshi was quite scared by now, which was unusual for him.
.:…:.
:…….Krad:
.:…-ement:.
:What:
.:I said that's an understatement. I am NOTHING like the butterfly. I am way worse than IT:.
The boy's jaw nearly dropped in surprise at that unexpected answer. Not to mention the fact that Krad thought being evil was a good thing. By that time, he had reached his apartment and went inside, taking a new pair of spectacles from the numerous piles in his cupboard and fetching a magnifying glass, scratching a slight itch. He had to have many pairs, seeing as everytime he transformed into Krad (unwillingly of course) his glasses mysteriously disappeared, leaving him slightly blinded. The look on the shop assistant's face when he ordered 3 boxes of glasses was priceless, making him want to laugh, but he had easily kept the laughter in.
He went to look at that small piece of paper, but it had disappeared from his trouser pocket. He was momentarily disappointed before remembering it was in his pocket until he had stepped inside, because he had kept his hand in there, meaning that it was somewhere in the room. But how it had vanished from such a tight pocket baffled him senseless. Unbeknownst to him, Krad had magically whisked the paper from the pocket and into his mind, thus causing the itch from the magic. Using his keen eyesight that so resembled a cat's, he read the paper, eyes widening not only in astonishment but also to read the words better.
Oblivious to this all, Satoshi began rummaging around, thus beginning the fruitless search that would go on for hours (because of the entertainment it provided his alter-ego) and consist of him wondering why Krad was howling with laughter in that way but simply dismissing it as delayed reaction to the butterfly incident, but never stopping to think that Krad didn't have delayed reaction, being the Hunter in this whole 'chasing Dark Mousy thing'.
The search would only end hours later when he put his hands into his pockets out of frustration and finding it there (Krad had got bored), before realising what had happened. It would also result in a near deaf Krad (well, his astral ears at least) and very angry neighbours as he screamed murder to the angel. Krad also found this entertaining, and decided to play a bit more, making the paper fly around a bit as Satoshi jumped around still yelling profanities, resulting in very, very angry neighbours who had children.
And by the time Satoshi had caught the paper firmly (with Krad pouting), he realised he had lost the magnifying glass in the mess. So he had to clean all up (with the help of Krad making things mess themselves again) before finding the magnifying glass, then realising his glasses were crushed during the madness.
So he had to fetch a new pair from the piles, but they (thanks to Krad) had moved, causing him to have to look for the them while swearing audibly (more laughter in his head and pounds from neighbours.) before finding a pair magicked on to his head, causing more coarse language, (at this point, one of the neighbours had actually told him to shut the up, causing crying to be heard from the other side of the wall) and the finding of the rest of the glasses back in the cupboard.
So finally, Satoshi could sit down to read the paper, which (by that time Krad was entertained enough for a couple more generations of Hikari males though he still wanted more. Hey! You try living in a head nearly 24/7 and see what you do. Well, you'll probably kill yourself if you are, or were, sane but then again who said Krad was sane?) luckily was unchanged, as far as he could tell that is.
BUT! Krad had intentionally replaced the writing with a very silly and meaningless poem about butterflies, not that Satoshi knew it. Krad did it because he didn't know what to make of the real writing and didn't want Satoshi seeing him baffled and also because he decided that Satoshi was not ready for this information yet AND he found it very fascinating seeing Satoshi frustrated. He put that on his list of 'Entertaining Things'.
However, that only resulted in more profanities as he realised everything that happened that afternoon was completely pointless and he slumped into bed, tired, frustrated, and EXTREMELY annoyed, Krad suspiciously quiet but he was too tired to pursue the matter any further. So the mystery of the paper remained unknown to the dweller in the apartment except for Krad who wasn't about to tell anytime soon.
Satoshi then sunk into a restless sleep, filled with dreams of stupidly stubborn butterflies, floating pieces of paper, irritated neighbours shouting curses at him in front of their wailing children, and a very entertained Krad.
After the incident in which Satoshi learned the truth about butterflies and changing his view on those insects forever, and during the madness that ensued after it, the same butterfly, which was probably laughing its creepy head off, fluttered back to its owner (yes, butterflies CAN be pets) where it deposited a similar pile of dust on her hand, which similarly changed into a small piece of paper. She read it carefully before saying in a thoughtful way,
"Hiwatari Satoshi aka Hikari Satoshi….you should be the one who's careful."
She closed her green eyes and mumbled something incoherent before a whoosh of wind blew past, leaving a fragrant scent. When the wind had calmed, the girl was gone, leaving only a small fluttering butterfly in her wake.
OOOH! The chapters are getting longer and longer! And the "new" new girl, wonder who she is huh? Well bad luck cause even I'm not sure, and I'm the writer! Luckily, I don't think writer's block is coming to me anytime soon, cause my teachers and friends always said I wrote too much. But I can't help it!
A little enlightening sum…
Cheeky doggie+bright idea (light bulb) Readers with tired, tired eyes.
Isn't that just wonderful?
Oh and the butterfly thing, I couldn't resist because when I was thinking of a name for the chapter, I thought of Bart Simpson, a TV show character from the Simpson's, for those who don't know, once said, "No-one ever suspects the BUTTERFLY!" and laughed in an evil way (he's the type of kid who pulls pranks) when he dreamed of reincarnating as a butterfly and burn down the dreaded school, the principal being blamed and dragged off while screaming, " I'm telling you, it was the BUTTERFLY! THE BUTTERFLY!" Pretty pointless, but still, it was fun to write.
Oh and that bit in the apartment was also kinda pointless but I just wanted to give Krad a laugh and also torture Satoshi. MUAHAHAHAHA! I just luuuuuuvvvvvvvvvv annoying people, even those who aren't real.
I just decided to put a bit of humour in this chapter, got bored of being dull and all, so the last bit is kinda pointless, seeing as Satoshi didn't even get to see what was REALLY on the paper. And I think Satoshi and Krad are out of character too, but that just makes it more hilarious ;
And I didn't get to what Emiko wanted to say, sadly, but we SHOULD get to that in the next chapter. Note the word SHOULD. Remember, the ideas are just FLYING from my brain on an Express Aircraft so forgive me if they don't make sense. Also forgive me if I take too long on the next chapter, I'm not sure what I want Emiko to say or what to make of the newest instalment, the new girl. They were just spur of the moment things, I guess.
Thanks to Angel Born of Darkness for reviewing again. Yeah, I guess Dark is getting older and older…and is Chiyo really that creepy? Sorry but I kinda like mysterious people with things to hide. Makes you wonder just how much you REALLY know about them. Maybe that's why I like DN Angel so much.
Also thankyou, xoayamexo for your review, I felt really good when I read it. And that is how you write your pen name right? So complicated…. But thanks again!
If you want to see what happens next, then do the 3 R'S (according to me anyway) Read, read again properly, review!
Hmm…. I wrote too much after the story….