Shattering The Night Chapter 6: Solitary Conversation
His large eyes opened slowly, he winced as the bright light streamed into them. Abruptly, he shot upright in his bed, not entirely sure of where he was. The last thing he could remember was sharp pain, and then a blinding light. Now, as he looked around the bare room, he felt a strange feeling, as if there were someone watching him, though it was nearly impossible to know who.
He tried to rise carefully from his warm bed, but was halted by a searing pain that clawed at his entire back. The pain quickly lowered him back to the bed, as well as reviving his dimmed senses. His vision cleared as he looked around the small room. In all honesty, it seemed more like a cell than a room, even more like a hospital room. Yet, he felt as if he were in his own home, just not safe and asleep in his own bed. The room wasn't really as bright as it seemed a minute ago, but was lit merely by one single light bulb fixed to the dull gray ceiling. The walls were coated with a nasty shade of beige that peeled in several places and a single, empty picture frame adorned the walls. Only a rickety chair and heavy oak desk stood between his thin bed and the apparently bolted door. The more he looked around, the more a surge of uneasiness filled his gut.
A shudder shook through his thin frame, rattling his bones. Why was he so cold? It felt as though a sudden gust of cold wind had blown his way, yet there were no windows to provide it. But the chill seemed to mount in his chest, and the feeling of being watched returned. Trying to shake it away, he dismissed it merely as paranoia; he didn't know where he was so naturally he thought he was being watched. He tried to sleep, yet every time he closed his deep-blue eyes, they locked with a pair of sun-gold eyes. They peered into his heart making him want to cry out with the horror of a nightmare struck child, yet the scream was stifled in his chest. More and more he longed to see someone, anyone, so maybe, they could tell him if this was hell, or merely purgatory. Minutes seemed like hours as the questions grew like a cancer in his mind.
Where am I? Why am I here? How long have I been here? What is today? Is it even day, or is it night? Is there anyone else here? Where is father? Where is my sister? Is she alright? Am I alright? Why do I feel like I am going crazy? Who is watching me? Am I really alone? Who is here with me? Is this person me? Am I myself?
Who am I?
"That is an interesting question; I wonder who would be able to help you answer that."
"Who's there," he screamed, the silky voice echoing in his head. Was it real? Or imagined?
"Don't worry, I'm very real…"
How did it know what he was thinking?
"That is another interesting question, but I believe that would be because I am a part of you."
"Who are you?"
"And I thought you would never ask."
"Name yourself and your purpose," he declared boldly, the voice's chilling laughter trailed into the crevices of his mind.
"My name is Krad, Master Shaji, and my purpose I thought would be clear by now…"
"What are you, Krad?"
"I guess I'm you, in a way."
"I am nothing like you, whoever you are."
"I would venture to say you are a lot like me, Master Shaji."
"Why do you call me…Master?"
After a brief pause, Krad replied with a hint of malice in his voice.
"Because it is only polite that I refer to my host as 'Master' since not only am I housed in your body, but we share a consciousness."
"Is that why I can hear you, and talk to you in my head?"
"I believe that would be the reason."
"What do you want?"
"What I want? Master Shaji, it's all about what you want, isn't it?"
He stopped to think, what did he want? All he had ever really wanted was to make his family happy, but now father was dead, leaving him and Satsuki. After all she had been through in her hard life, she deserved happiness more than anyone, and the more he thought about it the more he was sure. He wanted to give Satsuki true happiness.
"That is what I thought. You really are too kind."
"You know what would make Satsuki happy?"
"Yes," Krad chuckled. "Yes I do."
"You will tell me won't you?"
"It depends on if you want to know."
"Of course I want to know," he raged. "why would I not want to know how to make my only family happy?"
"I find it oddly ironic that you would use the word 'family'. Perhaps you would rather let me handle things and be spared the details, like last time."
"Last time?"
"I don't need your permission to take control of your body, as was well proved by last night's events."
He paused as realization struck. That explained everything, from the voices to the pain to the strange room. He probably was being examined, sister must be worried sick. After all, a brother changing into an entirely different person at your father's deathbed would be quite a shock. He wondered if Daiki was worried about him, he probably missed school, he hope Daiki wasn't too worried…
"I find it amusing how you think of the Niwa boy. Is he a friend?"
"Yes," was his curt reply.
"Then perhaps it is best that you don't know what would make your sister truly happy…"
"Tell me," he ordered. Krad sighed, his voice rang almost as if he were smiling.
"Your sister's one and only desire is for the elimination of the entire Niwa family…"
Destiny's Quill- Sorry that took such a long time, I was so busy. But it is finally here and I am glad for that. This chapter is just here to show the hold Krad has on Shaji, and eventually a conflict Shaji will have within himself…not much happened, but something will soon, I guarantee it. Thanks for all the great reviews, I appreciate them a lot. Again please R&R, thanks.
Disclaimer- I technically do not own D.N.Angel, if we are talking about right to the series. I do own some of the DVDs however…