To simply say that you were in a state of excitement and horror was an understatement as you paced around your room as the shower began to run. The door opened, and you gazed away as a pale arm slung his set of clothes at you, hitting you in the face. Stumbling backwards, the door slammed shut and you managed to gather his pants which fell out on the floor. The door opened again, and Kuroha threw his boots out, not caring that one hit you in the leg. You cursed by accident, hoping on the other as your leg rasped in pain.
"I hate you!" You exclaimed, but no reply came. You groaned, still frustrated at your situation. You looked down and held up his black shirt, not minding everything else that dropped to the ground. You held the real Kuroha's shirt. TheKuroha. He was real, and he was currently in your shower, and you had control over him. You had to tell someone about this, but who? No one would believe you, or care. That, and what would Kuroha do when he's around other people? There was no real answer in this thought storm, was there? You, you were simply screwed. That was all you could think of, how screwed you were. I mean, you were taking the logical step in thinking out the possibilities this issue could cause.
"Clothes. He needs clothes. And I bet that he can't fit in my small clothes." You muttered, thinking about Andrew's closet. Andrew and him were around the same size, that could work. You decided not to tell him where you were going and departed out of the room quietly. Oh, great. Andrew. You had to tell him about Kuroha. And you really didn't want to. Andrew was the one who introduced you to the Kagerou Project once you entered Vocaloid, and together, you watched it in his room in one sitting, and he happily explained it to you. He was a giant fan of music, and the song series was something he treasured. It proved that you could really tell a long, complicated story through lyrics.
You recalled what he said once he got to Outer Science. "Now, this is where, basically, shit hits the fan. The guy in black has no official name, but us fans call him Kuroha. The summary is that everyone's trapped in a time loop where he uses Mary to reset the timeline since she's the only one who really can besides Kuroha for granting the wish, I suppose, I don't know anymore. He possessed Konoha, that's why he looks like him. He scares me as much as Johann Liebert from Monster, but nothing can top Johann. Nothing." He matted down his gelled, wavy, brown hair, and returned his attention to the screen, pushing his glasses up.
"Yeah, but what do you mean he grants wishes? So you're saying that he's the Kyuubei of their universe?" You joked.
"Yeah, but he's not a fucking rat thing that people can claim that he's cute. He grants wishes, and that's what keeps him alive. That's how I interpreted the song, though, so don't take my word for it. Rule number one of inter-galactical logic: Never make a deal with a snake demon... thing. Yeah. Just don't do it. Now, get out of my room. I have band practice." Well, you obviously failed important rule number uno. You weren't sure how he would react. How would you even inform your family of his existence? Your father certainly wouldn't accept Kuroha for obvious reasons, and you were certain that your mother wouldn't also. You recalled her in the past, informing you of men on TV that you shouldn't ever be with. And Kuroha fit into all of her niches. Classy.
You slowly opened up Andrew's door, glad that he already left for the kitchen, downstairs. He'd yell at you for bothering him doing whatever, and then question why you're stealing clothes from him. Won't that be fun? "Oh, Andrew, it's just that the snake, Kuroha, came out of nowhere and I made a wish for him to be my eternal partner, so we're stuck together." You said aloud, mocking how ridiculous that sounded.
You admired how neat your brother's room was. If you didn't know that it was his, you would have mistaken it for a professional college student. The only thing that derived from it's unnatural order and neatness was the set of drums in the corner, and a Monster poster hanging up over it. You would joke that it was a shrine to the unholy anime, but you digressed. Opening up his closet, you took out a pair of jeans and a white t shirt, also snatching some underwear for Kuroha. You hoped he enjoyed having the British flag on his rear. Shutting the door softly, you exited, and bumped into something in the hallway, falling backwards a bit into the wall, dropping all the clothes onto the floor.
"I'm sorry!" You exclaimed, and looked up, your mouth literally dropping open a few centimeters to gaze upon a soaking wet Kuroha, appearing rather ticked off, wearing nothing but a towel. You tried to avoid meeting his glaring yellow eyes, and noticed that he took down his small ponytail, and his hair was still slick with water and pressed against his neck. "Kuroha?!"
"Where were you! Goddamn, I leave for fifteen minutes, and you disappear!" He yelled, pressing you against the wall, his body closely touching yours. He held your arms down tightly against the wall and locked eye contact with you. "But it doesn't matter anyways, because we're connected, Master, through the invisible bond of our contract. Note that you'll never be able to outrun me. You'll never escape me, no matter how hard you want to." He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath hot on your mouth. You shut your eyes tight in panic as he released you, and stepped backwards as you almost fell onto the ground. A small cry of pain escaped your throat.
He looked down at the pile of clothes scattered onto the wooden flooring. "Were those for me?"
"No shit, Sherlock." You muttered, gathering what you had dropped. "You had nothing to wear, I went to get you some garbage. You satisfied for dropping me and frightening me?" You knew that was a stupid thing to ask, since it was apparent he didn't. He didn't care about anything but himself.
"Your brother's, I will assume. Hm, typical. It's better than wearing nothing but this indecent dress-wear. How I miss that old labcoat Kenjiro always wore." He thought aloud to himself. In retaliation for earlier, you slung your clothes into his face, making him exclaim in shock. He wore an angered expression on his face for a few moments, but it dispersed.
"I need to throw the rest of your things into the wash, is that alright?" He grunted in response, and followed you in silence as you entered the washing room and threw his dirty uniform into the washing machine, dumped the right amount of cleaning soap, and shut the lid, turning it on. Returning to your room, you turned your back as he put on Andrew's clothes. You made sure to also shut your door and lock it. If only it was as soundproof as it was lockable.
"I'm decent, your highness." Kuroha smarted off. You turned to see him sitting on your bed, dressed in those sets of clothes with his arms perched on his knees. His hair was still down, and you admitted to yourself that he did look moderately attractive. Scolding yourself internally, you wiped that thought from your mind. You wondered in that moment if Kuroha was plotting to kill you, but you knew that he couldn't go against his Master. That still doesn't mean that he wouldn't, though.
"Kuroha, we need to discuss something." You began.
"I'm listening, Master."
"Firstly, I still happen to live with my family, and sooner or later, I'm going to have to introduce you to them. And... there's the problem." Kuroha smiled, leaning his head slightly to the side childishly.
"How quaint. My Master is fearing the fore coming events! Let me guess, your parents will freak out that you brought a member of the opposite gender into the house without permission, and try to kick me out!" He raised his eyebrows to a concerned position, placing his hand over his face. "I'll have to kill them if they do that, you know. After all, as your loyal companion, I cannot leave your side. Thus, I have to eliminate any obstacles that dare to separate us." He cackled deeply.
"Shut up, Kuroha!" You yelled. He shrugged, but refrained from saying anything else. You pressed your lips together tightly, making a thin, indifferent expression. "Look, you murderous snake fucker, while you're under my control, you're not allowed to kill anyone from my family. Do I make myself clear?" He nodded, still not saying anything. You wondered why he wasn't, until you remembered that you literally commanded him to stay silent.
"A-Ah, you can speak..." You told him.
"Forgive me, Master, that was out of place." He laughed.
You remembered Andrew and had your heart leap in your chest. "Andrew's going to kill me..."
"That is, if I don't kill you first." Kuroha got up, strutting up to you with the jean legs too large, so they covered his feet. You backed up against the wall as he grabbed your wrist, gripping it tightly. "But I can't do that because of our ordeal. It matters not at the moment. I have to figure out how to return to the heat haze, rid myself of this body, and regain my empire. You're just the stepping stone in this. Don't think for a second that you mean anything to me."
"Let me go! Do you have a habit of touching people or something?" You cried, tugging at your wrist. His grip still remained, despite your order. He hesitated, but let go.
"You pay attention more when I take action, so I've learned. Besides, this is the first time where I'm not able to take control of the situation, so I have to compensate using my own means." Kuroha reached over to your desk to a small rubber band and put his hair up, halfway dry. Before either of you could talk again, you heard your Mom call from downstairs.
"_! Lunch is ready!" Your mother called. Your blood ran cold. This was not good. This was not good at all. Kuroha took note of your reaction and chortled.
"Shut up! You are to stay put here, you understand me?!" You yelled.
"I think not, Master. You see, as your loyal companion, I have to be by your side to ensure your protection, and you to look after me. We're partners, do you not remember?" That's why he was quiet. He was thinking of a loophole through your commands, and he found one. You couldn't argue back in fear that he would pull his pistol out and blow your organs up. Speaking of which, where did his weapon even go? He must have concealed it somewhere where you didn't know. Great. He really did have the advantage in this situation.
"Whatever, but one wrong move, and I'm through." You murmured, walking quickly out the door. You had to get the introductions over with somehow, and now would might as well be the decent time to do it. There's no way that you could conceal someone as abusive as this for a long period of time. Kuroha smirked his usual smile and quickly jumped forward, taking a hold of your wrist. The tightness of his hold hurt immensely, and you whined in pain. "Stop it! It hurts!"
"This is only a minimum of pain that I've caused to others. You're just lucky that I'm not in an able condition to cause more damage. Keep walking." Kuroha took great pleasure in your suffering, as per usual, and followed you down the stairs. You managed to shake him off, slapping his hand after you were free. You lightly touched the bruised area where his fingers dug into your skin.
"Stay on the stairs until I give the say so." You said, shoving him backwards a bit. You didn't bother to see his reaction as you entered the kitchen to see an all too familiar scene. Andrew was wearing your school t-shirt with the typical mascot on the front, reading the newspaper as your Mother leaned against the counter, conversing with your Father about a story her friend informed her about. Your father was the first to notice you and greeted you.
"Ah, _! Just in time! Breakfast, well, Lunch is besides Andrew." He said. "Andrew, hurry it up. Band practice starts in about 20 minutes." Andrew simply shrugged.
"We're practicing for a national. It's going to be great, marching in a hot field on the day of many murders." He said, flipping the page and dropping that reference like it was hot. You twitched and laughed on impulse.
"Sweeite, sit down." Your mother beckoned you to your seat. Here it goes. You took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment.
"I want to introduce you to someone... special." You said through clenched teeth. Andrew gazed up at you through the tips of the paper as your parents looked at you with confusion.
"A friend of yours from school? You do need new friends. That one girl you hang out does have a bad influence on you." Your father muttered, then checked the time on the clock. He shook his head. "Maybe another time, _, the Krusty Krab needs me."
"Dad, jokes are my thing!" Andrew fake-whined. Your mother kissed your father and he hurried out the door, hugging you slightly. Well, there went one less reaction to deal with. "So, who's your internet friend?"
"H-He's actually real."
"Wow. You made a real friend. Congrats." Your mother swatted Andrew on the shoulder with her gardening catalog.
"Andrew, manners. _, go on with what you were saying. What is your friend like?" Your mother inquired. You felt something touch your shoulders and support all their weight onto you, and you jumped a bit. You didn't bother to turn around as Andrew's eyes widened and he fell out of his seat, screaming. Your mother also gasped in shock, but she was drowned out by Andrew.
"HOLY FUCK. HOLY FUCK. FUCK. FUCKING HELL. _, YOU IDIOT. FUCK." He swore, pushing himself against the wall. You turned around to see Kuroha smiling innocently with a snake perched on his shoulders, moving around. It was a real snake, and you screamed from your fear of snakes. "BEGONE, YOU FUCKING SNAKE DEMON. I SAW THE SHIT YOU DID IN OUTER SCIENCE."
Kuroha cackled at the scene he created, slipping his headphones back on. "Whatever this Outer Science thing you're talking about, I couldn't care less. Good times! This brings me back to the heat haze! You remind me of that poor Deceiver of the Eyes. Such a fine lad he was, and then I shot him in the back of the head in front of his beloved gang." Your Mother passed out from shock, but Andrew kept up his fighting spirit. He took a chair and threw it, literally threw it into Kuroha's direction, and with superhuman reflexes, he shoved you out of the way into the wall and grabbed it from hitting him, and sat it down. "You're lucky that I'm under command through _, or else you'd all be dead by now."
"Stay the FUCK away from my LITTLE SISTER, YOU PRICK." Picking you up, Andrew slammed the door shut and dashed out through the backyard. You tried to stop him.
"There's no use, Andrew! He can find us through me because..." You trailed off. He stopped and fell onto the ground, the both of you crashing onto the moist earth that was dampened from the rain from the night beforehand.
"Because WHAT."
"I MADE A WISH THROUGH HIM, ALRIGHT?!" All was silent as Andrew tried to comprehend this. He felt for his glasses nervously, and slipped them back onto his freckled face.
"You... what? A-Are you SERIOUS?! THAT'S the real Kuroha?! KUROHA! KU-RO-HA. THE Kuroha. Not a cosplayer. Real. In existence. Not fictional. Biological. That is him. In the flesh. Back there. And you, YOU made a wish?!" He fell back onto the ground. "That's it. This is officially a dream. I am not alive right now. I am cast into purgatory and Satan is simply giving me these terrifying hallucinations to torture me in my pleasant stay in the eternal lake of destruction. There is no other logical explanation for the visions I have just been through."
"Andrew, get up. Please!" You begged, tugging at his sleeve.
"How about no." You heard the familiar click of a gun and turned to see Kuroha, standing calmly behind you, looking evermore pleased than he has been since you've encountered him. This must have brought back memories of the heat haze, and you didn't know what to do. This was just like an hour later from the time relapse where Kuroha killed that man, and you were powerless to do anything against it. But, now, he was under your control. "Well done, Master. This has been a lovely meeting ceremony. It certainly makes me feel alive again."
"Kuroha, put the gun down!" You yelled. He simply shrugged and slid it back into his jean pocket. Andrew quickly rose up and grabbed you, crawling away from him quickly and pressed your bodies up against a tree. He pushed your body against his, so you couldn't see what was going on. Kuroha walked slowly up to the both of you.
"I assume you're thinking the same thing as my Master here. This can't be real! This is a fictional dream! Well, sorry to burst your safety bubble of ignorance, but this is all real. I am real, you are real, she is real. This is reality! And I am Kuroha, indeed so. It seems as if I'm more famous than I perceived. Tell me, are you with the Mekakushi Gang as well?" His eyes glowed with delight, then it transitioned to a burning anger. "Because I have an unfinished agenda with those pitiful brats."
"No, because they're fictional characters from a fucking anime series, and so are you! Just fuck off, alright? You've already caused enough shit here today!" Andrew said. You heard wavering in his voice, and realized that he was speaking out of fright. He didn't know what he was doing, but he just wanted to vanquish this nightmarish presence and keep you safe.
"I would if I could, but the Master here wished for me to be, and quote "To be my ever loyal partner and companion."With that said, I am stuck to be around her, since I am cursed in this body and cannot leave, which is honestly pissing me off. I can't feel the Heat Haze anywhere, and, trust me, I've tried entering it on several occasions. Nothing. Nothing is working! Why is this happening!" Kuroha was enraged again, and the snake from before appeared around his throat, wrapping itself around it's little niche loosely. "Damn those Mekakushi! DAMN THEM!"
"There's no way that I can believe the bullshit that you spouted out! My sister would never make such a stupid decision!" Andrew fought back, still refusing to believe the events occurring at this very moment.
"A-Actually, I did." You spoke up. Both males were quiet, as Kuroha turned his body away from the both of you.
"...What."
Yay actual OC that I put effort into. I hope Andrew wasn't that annoying. I just wanted to write a big brother character in there to show that OC's can be properly written and help out the plot in some way, and have an impact on the Reader. I guess. Maybe.