Chapter 2: the Lunatic is on the grass…
Daisuke felt sick as the week passed on. What caused an accident that almost split his head in half? He couldn't think straight for the whole week… He couldn't think straight… He felt dizzy. Also, another question rattled his mind: how is it that he's been sitting next to Dark for the whole week?
Every day, at breakfast, every night at dinner, Dark was there, sitting next to Daisuke. The thief Daisuke had turned into for so long was actually sitting next to him, eating every day and every night. This is something that rattled everyone in the Niwa household, even Dark himself, since he doesn't remember how he got out of Daisuke.
However, Daisuke's father had provided something of a theory: "the impact from the piece of metal onto your head must have triggered a great impulse of electrical discharges throughout your body from your brain. The excess energy might have caused your DNA to completely rearrange itself with… something else, and expelled Dark to the outside world."
"Right, Kosuke, but what can fix it?" said Emiko, stroking Daisuke's red hair, checking his brow scar, "well… there's a procedure called a frontal lobotomy which I think would get Dark back inside Daisuke" said Kosuke, taking out a medical book from his collection, "what must be done?" said Grandpa, looking at the book, then backing away, a sick look on his face, retching, "well, it would involve opening up Daisuke's brain and doing the necessary touches in order to…" and then Emiko exclaimed, since now Daisuke looked upset, a pale green look overcoming his face.
Opening up his brain and having a good poke at it? That's what it took? He could die… Daisuke could die… Daisuke didn't want to die… "I'm not afraid of dying, anytime will do, I don't mind" Daisuke looked around his room, checking for whom had said it, but Dark… was fast asleep, on the floor next to his bed. Soon, Daisuke realized it wasn't coming from around him… but rather from inside him: "why should I be afraid of dying? You have to go sometime" said a voice from inside his head.
"Who's there?' said Daisuke, skipping on the spot, even though he knew where the voice was coming from; he was scared shitless. The voice then laughed; this time… he started to sing… sing in a disgustingly sick, serene way:
"The lunatic is on the grass…
The lunatic is on the grass…
Remembering games, and days and days of laughs…"
And the voice, for some reason, had moved right in front of Daisuke, and then saying:
"Got to keep them loonies off the grass"
And Daisuke felt something scrape the sole of his shoes: someone had grabbed him by the legs, and was holding on tight. Daisuke looked down, seeing someone on the floor, trying to lazily get up. Then, the person jumped up, releasing Daisuke's legs, and standing up, not looking at Daisuke in the eyes. Then, it raised it's head, and Daisuke saw himself, like a mirror opposite of himself… yet there was no brow scar, no little cut from the accident. Also, it's expression was completely blank, it's eyes wide. Daisuke looked at his mirror self straight in the eye, not daring to blink, his eyes big and wide too. Then, The Mirror Daisuke smiled. But it wasn't some friendly, everyday smile: his eyes staid big and wide, and he didn't show any emotion anywhere else. So, Daisuke smiled awkwardly, though he knew something really bad was going on…
Then, The Mirror Daisuke did something……… it started laughing, still keeping that big, toothy smile, his eyes still wide. So, for some weird reason, Daisuke started laughing too, shyly though, awkwardly. Then, he felt something connect with his knee, feeling it shatter completely. He kneed down, grabbing his broken knee, screaming in pain. Then, something stomped on his face… one, two, three times, bruising and bruising Daisuke's face, breaking some of his teeth. Then, someone grabbed by his hair, suspending him up in the air… Then, The Mirror Daisuke started singing again, breathing it in Daisuke's ear, his stinking, hot breath going in…
"The lunatic is in the hall…
The lunatics are in my hall…
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor,
And everyday, the paper boy brings more."