Children of the Mirror
...5th Part: Krad...
It was a little unnerving to walk with Dark. I had had a dream the previous night that had given me the overwhelming feeling that I was supposed to hate him. I contributed this to his actions that day, and that I was sort of hurt by it, but I still had the crushing feeling of loathing for him that I never had for even my mother... Well, maybe my mother, but Dark had somehow gotten up there on the list, even though I'd gotten much worse from people than a light kiss.
And none of this explained the stranger.
In my dream, there had also been a boy with cerulean eyes and pale blue hair, who I understood to be a police Commander – though how I came across this knowledge, I still didn't know. And what was worse, I seemed to be stuck inside this boy's body; in his mind. I couldn't get out.
Shaking my head slightly to clear it, I turned back to my book. It was a bunch of Shakespeare plays. How I'd ever decided to read these was a mystery as well, but I'd found I rather enjoyed them. I turned a page to reveal the title page of the next story. "Twelfth Night", it was called.
'If music be the food of love, play on.' It didn't quite fit my puzzling mood, but it would do. If nothing else, it would distract me more efficiently.
"See ya, Krad," Dark's voice penetrated the voice of Orcino, and I realized that we had already reached the school.
I looked up to see him already joining his false gang of rebels. Tsuki was laughing loudly, and Furishi joined her laugh with his own quieter snickers. But his face said more. And Dark was back to acting as his appearance hinted.
I just watched for a while, as I was pretty well known for doing and probably shouldn't continue doing, and when he disappeared through the doors, I uttered an unsure, "Good-bye..."