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Daisuke walked home, numb inside. His eyes ached for crying so much. He reached his door, and looked at the window. Darn, my eyes are so red. Try not to show them your face then. Dark replied in his mind.
Bowing his head, he shuffled past his grandpa and his father. "DAISUKEEEE!" Emiko, his mom squealed. Daisuke flinched and rushed up the stairs, dodging his mother's embrace. "What's wrong dearie?" Emiko asked, but Daisuke was already slamming his bedroom door.
Sighing, he slid down the door, landing with a plop on the carpet. Eyes aching once again, his tears started falling. "Why doesn't Riku trust me?" He said outloud. Does it hurt? "Yes it does. It hurts."
"What hurts?"
"Everything does, my eyes, my trust in Riku, my heart-" Daisuke stopped. His head snapped up, and Yumi grinned back.
"Who?" Daisuke had never seen anyone like her. She had dark brown eyes, with a long black braid. She was dressed in dark robes, with a glaive resting in her hand and small white wings fluttering on her back.
"You can see me?" Yumi's head tilted to one side. "Shouldn't I see you?" Daisuke stared, confused at her.
"No you shouldn't." Yumi floated up in the air. "I shouldn't? Why?"
"Questions later. Introductions now. Are you Daisuke Niwa?" Yumi sat cross-legged over the bed. Daisuke looked at her suspiciously. "Yes, I am. Who are you? and what are you?"
"Yumi Yamaguchi. You can call me, a death spirit." Yumi slammed Daisuke against the door.
"A death spirit? Are you death?" Daisuke shouted with pain. "Yes, and thank you for not noticing. You see, you're scheduled to die on January 25th, but I like my kills swift. The Victim Office have a tendency to annoy me with their constant reminders." Dark energy flowed from her hands, and wrapped around Daisuke.
"I don't want to die!" Daisuke yelled, thrashing wildly. "Too bad, it's your time. Now, let's finish this." Yumi lifted the wicked glaive.
Daisuke shut his eyes, tensing for the impact. He waited, until he cracked one eye open.
A purple shield surrounded him, blocking the glaive. "What?" Yumi looked confusingly at Daisuke.
Daisuke! Let me take over! But.. NOW! Feeling relieved, Daisuke slid into his mind, while Dark came out.
Okayyyy...so the red head went through a metamorphisis. What do I do now? Yumi added more pressure to the blade. Suddenly she remembered something.
FLAShBACk:
"...you will be facing a powerful guardian..."
ENd FLAShBACk:
Oh great. This must be the 'powerful guardian' eh? No matter, I'll slice through him first! Yumi thrust both hands on the rod and pushed with all her strength.
"Pathetic." Dark laughed and the shield glowed, blasting her towards the wall. She passed through it harmlessly. Is she..gone?
"HI YA!" Yumi sneaked up behind Dark, and kicked him in the back. Dark flew head first into the bed. Never mind. Daisuke sighed.
Dark got up dizzily. "Miss, I hate harming beautiful young women as yourself so I'd-"
"Cut the crap!" Yumi flew towards Dark. Dark retaliated by dodging, then knocking Yumi onto the bed. Quickly, he pinned the enraged death spirit under him.
"Get off of me you fat lump!" Yumi tried moving her legs, but found that they were pinned down also. "I'm not fat! I'm a growing boy!" Dark protested.
"Yeah yeah WHATEVER. Just get off of me!" Yumi wriggled. "No can do. Besides, I like the position we're in.."
"You PERV!" Yumi shouted. "Will that get a date out of you?" Dark responded, grinning.
"N-" Yumi stopped and thought about it. "It would if you get off of me." Yumi gave a evil edition of Dark's own charming smile. "Nice try. Not that I dislike you or anything. It's just that dead people aren't my type."
Yumi's smile turned to a scowl. "Good, because fat guys aren't my type either!" She shot back. Dark sighed. "There we go with the fat thing again." "I'm gonna keep on calling you fat if you don't move!" Yumi threatened. It didn't look as if Dark was moving, so Yumi immediatly launched into calling Dark fat.
"You fat tub of lard! I bet you can't even see your own feet! You-"
"This is really hurting my pride. Won't you stop?" Dark asked.
"Won't you get your fat butt off of me?"
"I thought you liked my fat butt."
"DISGUSTING AND SICK AND FAT FAT FAT FAT-"
"How about chubby?"
"FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT-"
"You know, this is getting you nowhere."
"It's hurting your pride. That's getting somewhere for me."
"I'll get off of you if you quit trying to kill Daisuke."
"NEVER!"
"Okay, it's not me under there."
"I hate you." Yumi scowled. Dark grinned back. For a few minutes Yumi tried wriggling out. Then she tried flipping Dark over with her legs. That didn't work. Then she tried catching him off guard. Finally, she resorted to angry looks and the occasional 'fat' remark.
"Just give up. I'm gonna grow old and balding." Dark said, looking at the angry Yumi under him.
"I'm not gonna give up. Besides, I have no fear of growing old."
"Why not?"
"BECAUSE I'M DEAD YOU IDIOT!"
"Oh yeah. Forgot about that."
Silence reigned for a few minutes. Dark talked with Daisuke in his mind. Yumi lay there, wishing gruesome punishment on Dark. Finally after an hour, Dark yawned.
Good, Yumi thought. He's going to sleep, then I'll be able to escape! Dark crushed her hopes by laying down on her. "Oh no you don't! You're not sleeping on me! Get your own bed!" Yumi shouted. The purple-haired thief shot a charming smile at her. "I have not curfew tonight, and it's been a long time since I had a good sleep." He replied.
"That doesn't matter. Just get off! Do you know how uncomfortable this is for me?"
"Most women would like this."
"I'm not most women."
"Oh yeah. That's why I like you."
"You're disgusting."
YAWN
"You're not seriously going to sleep on me...right?" Yumi begged.
"Goodnight."
"I. hate. you."
"I love you too."
"I HATE YOU!"
Did you guys like that? Most of the story is in dialogue. SORRY!
