Reversal: Chapter Six
Title: Reversal
Show: DNAngel
Rating: Uh...Pg-13.
Genre: General/Humor
Warning: Another shortish, but I delve into the minds of two halves of an artwork...so...yeah.
Disclaimer: Not mine, man. If it were mine, some of the characters would have done the, *cough* can-can by now.
Description: Krad's going slowly crazy and Dark isn't helping.
Here's chapter six. Not exactly on schedule but.....it's not two years at least.
I've decided Krad is an amazingly fun mind to get into, and I tried to pull him back to a more in character state. A little. Too much fun to kill their dignity though. So enjoy!
Chapter 6: Going insane.
Krad didn't know what he hated worse: Dark, or being in a human form for so long. He'd rather go back to the oblivion of nothingness that was their sealed artwork than stay in this hell.
Three days. For three days he'd been able to do nothing but feel bored, and annoyed. Krad did not FEEL. He hunted Dark, and tried to kill him. He did not, however, deal with the human emotions that came with being in a host body for an overextended amount of time. He was not Dark.
He was also glad his host was asleep, at the time. It really wouldn't do for his plans to be caught thinking about gleefully hunting his other. Which, he had to admit, if it weren't for the other emotions, he'd be enjoying immensly.
It was the only way he could keep himself from going crazy.
The thief, however, was soaking it in. He was -used- to the feelings he could get from being human. He'd spent years getting to know his hosts, not to mention spending occasional time as them. In fact, his whole existance in the Niwa family seemed dependant on that odd emotion called love. It was all quite sickening.
...if his wings were attached to his shoulder blades instead of created by that stupid...
The rabbit thing, Wiz, was no help either. Wiz liked Seirios. Wiz thought his hair was comfy. Wiz had the joy of being tossed across the room when Krad woke up to find it on his face one night. Wiz didn't like him so much afterwards.
It didn't keep it out of his hair.
...rain of bloody feathers as I dance beneath...
The family had stopped trying to warm up to him after the cheesecake incident. They explicitely sat Dark down and told him to stop teasing him. For some reason, they still thought it wrong that he was going around town in Sei's body. Krad didn't think they were aware that he still had access to his host's thoughts. He didn't have to guess at his actions. On the bright side, Dark got to be stuck under house arrest with him. Although he's numerously explained that it was better than being dragged shopping.
Krad didn't quite understand. He wasn't quite listening at the time either.
...squeeze his throat until his eyes bulge and pop under the strain...
Worst of all, their new found 'friend' had put it upon himself to come over once a day to give them this strange thing called homework. He was familiar with the concept, and Sei even knew the answers, but that didn't make him hate it any less. That -boy- brought it over.
And he Never. Stopped. Video taping them!
...shove that annoying bloody camera up his...
Funny, he no longer knew who he was thinking of maiming now.
He then realised he had to revise his previous thought. There were THREE things he wasn't sure of which he hated most. Dark, emotions, and that cursed camera. The brat was a close second.
"...and you know, when you first stepped into class, it was kind of amazing. Everything was quiet for about thirty seconds. They all -froze- when they saw you..."
Oh right, he was still there too.
He wearily looked up from the blank homework pages in front of him to look at Takahashi. Everyday a new set of bandages adorned his body somewhere. There were now four on his face and another six on his arms, all multicolored and patterned. The kid was clumsy as hell and he was sure the large explosion sound he'd heard a few hours previously was Taka falling down the stairs.
If he didn't know better, he'd say they were done on purpose. However, humans generally hated their own pain as a rule, so he was pretty positive that was not the case.
"...and then Ohura-san was TOTALLY hitting on you. You know, she's been asking about your whereabouts lately, wonders if you and Seriso eloped..."
Taka also had the most annoying ability to always have a subject to talk about. While it thankfully prevented Krad from having to think up his own polite topics of discussion, the noise was slowly destroying his brain through his ear drums. It was only his luck after all that the one person who liked him over Dark was, well, this kid.
If someone didn't come to distract him soon, he was going to blow something up. He didn't know what his magic would do, but he really didn't care.
"Taka-kun! Would you like some cheesecake?"
Despite the mention of the evil dessert at least once a day, Krad was beginning to like that woman.
"I'll be right down, Niwa-san." Taka called back. He stood and smiled sheepishly at Krad. "Sorry Hikari-kun. I'll be back as soon as I finish." He set the camera he'd been tinkering with on the desk and slipped out the door.
Krad sighed heavily. "Thanks for the warning." He muttered, envisioning three pikes, one for the heads of Dark, Taka, and the camera. Speaking of which...
He reached over and picked up the strange device. It was pretty light, for one, and was still on. He turned it over in his hands, staring blankly at the buttons. It looked like a very alien device. The only cameras he'd ever seen were the large reporter cameras that Satoshi had spoken to from time to time. And the security cameras, but he'd never noticed those long enough to remember what they looked like.
He gripped the electronic oddity tighter in his hands and stood, moving over to the window. It wasn't really his business and Sei was asleep. Couldn't do anything about it really. Maybe his other would know.
Krad stared at the landscape for a minute, having been bored of it on the first day, then looked up at the sky. Dark was on the roof. It had seemed a good idea earlier to leave him alone in favor of being left alone as well, but the alternative company wasn't exactly working out. He'd always felt more comfortable around the thief anyway.
...tear his wings apart, feather by feather...
Oh look, his thoughts came back full circle.
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Dark almost didn't hear Krad as the man pulled himself over the edge off the roof and walked over to sit next to him. He was pretty engrossed in his own thoughts, after all. He did, however, feel the toe of his boot as it dug into his ribcage. Talk about a rude awakening.
The thief made a small 'eep' sound and twisted away from his other, eyes popping open to glare at him. "What was that for?" He demanded. Krad just stared at him and shifted so he was sitting comfortably. He rubbed the sore spot on his side and lay back down. "Whatever."
"Do you know how to work this?" The camera plopped into his lap heavily and Dark silently thanked the gods his host was female.
He shrugged, glancing at it and setting it next to him on the roof. "No. It's a newer model, apparently. I'm not up to date on technology yet. Can't talk to my host, remember?" He was real sour about it too. There was a moment of silence, Krad watching him, and Dark didn't even have to hear his question.
"I don't know what I'm doing here, Krad."
He was silent for a moment. Then, "You don't know what we're doing here, Mousy."
Dark smiled and nodded. "That too, but I never know anything about you, so it's even." He cracked open an eye and looked over at his other half. The man wasn't looking at him, cradling the camera in his hands, almost as if it held all the answers and he had to be delicate to get them. Even though his face never moved, his gaze shifted constantly over the distance, never looking at one place for more than a second.
Krad was always like that, when they weren't trying to kill each other. Pensive, a very curious man, even if he would never admit it. He always seemed to have all the answers, but Dark knew what he did to get them. There had been other moments of truce, in the past, back just after they were born. He would sit and watch as Krad sat for hours, reading, studying the world. He was never content with just asking people, he'd rather find the answers himself.
Dark thought it pretty neat. He found himself admiring Krad more often than not, even if only for the man's dogged attempts in getting rid of him forever. For such a dark entity he had many qualities Dark sometimes felt he lacked in himself.
He frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. Krad wasn't a bad guy, despite the trying-to-kill factor. He had his reasons...
"Is there a reason you're staring at me?" Dark jumped at the voice, focusing back at the present. Krad had stopped studying the horizon and was now staring at him, glaring heavily. The thief hadn't realised he still had his eyes open.
He shook his head, smiling. Let Krad think he was being left out of a joke. Closing his eyes again, he sighed. "I'm trying to go to sleep." He explained. When no answer came from Krad, he continued. "I can't even feel my magic. It's locked away, somewhere I can't reach. I'm hoping that I can force myself back to sleep. She, at least, deserves to be awake more than I do. I kind of thrust her out of her life."
Dark could hear Krad snort quietly, a short burst of air that meant laughter for the quiet man. "She should be grateful. She's in love with you, after all."
The sentence was lost for the moment, it going in one of Dark's ears and straight out the other. However, someone heard it.
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Seriso awoke into pure darkness. Well, maybe not so black. It was more of a dark purple room. Except, she could see herself perfectly, but no walls, or floor. It was almost like floating.
It terrified her.
Her body felt off, almost like she was someone else, and she couldn't feel anything beyond the 'floor' beneath her feet and this odd pulse that beat against her skin. Her eyes widened and she took a deep breath and screamed.
-----
Dark put a hand to his head, feeling odd. "Krad-" He started.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I!??"
The thief jerked into a sitting position, eyes as wide as they could possibly go, ears ringing. Krad looked at him curiously. "What is it?" Dark didn't answer, just tipped foreward. His mind was suddenly wide open and very very loud.
He closed his eyes tightly and curled up, hands going to his head to try and settle the terrified teenager. It was a little too late he realised he was slipping off the roof.
Panicking slightly, cause he definately wasn't sure how Seriso's body would handle a near three story fall, his hands scrambled for purchase on the roof, fate against him as gravity pulled him halfway off the edge. Krad leaned foreward, arms on his knees, smirking slightly.
Dark pleaded at him with his eyes. "Aren't you going to HELP me?" He asked sharply. The other man seemed to think, then shook his head.
"Just because I'm not allowed to cause your pain doesn't mean I won't delight in it." He said calmly, looking like he should be eating a generic movie snack. Dark's luck finally caught up with him, or karma was against Krad as well, as his hand grabbed Krad's ankle the second before he slipped out of reach. "H-hey!" He cried, getting jerked as the thief slipped down until he was only holding on with his arms. "Not fair." Krad lost his seating, causing both of them to fall over the edge.
Krad hit the ground hard first, somehow having been twisted midair to land under Dark, the thief landing on him with a hard thump. Dark heard him exhale harshly at the weight, then just lay still.
Worried, he sat up, straddling his hips. "Krad?" He asked softly, aware they were now in the middle of the sidewalk, neighbors glancing curiously at them. "Are you okay?" Krad's hands twitched, reaching up to settle on Dark's waist. His eyes cracked open and Dark flinched at the open venom. Yep. He was just fine.
Krad opened his mouth to give a biting reply when a flash of light appeared from the direction of the house. They looked over at Takahashi, who was leaning out of a window, holding a cell phone. "Nice pose." He quipped. "Though, are you sure you want to be doing that sort of thing in public? I've heard it is mostly a bedroom sport."
It took them a few minutes to sort that one out, sitting there still, long enough for Taka to leave the window and come outside through the door. Alarmed, when he finally got it, Dark watched an equally shocked, and disgusted, expression fly over Krad's face a moment before he was thrown back onto his butt. He stood, smoothing the dust off his pants, glaring at his other.
Taka just grinned at them both and held out a handfull of band-aids. "Here. I've got plenty. If you prefer something with a pattern, I've got stripes, spots, rainbow..."
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Later that night, Dark sat alone in bed, Krad having gone to the living room to sulk while everyone slept. He held a mirror, staring at the petite, and promisingly beautiful, face peering back at him. It was a different sort of host, but the eyes were the same. Soft, intelligent Niwa eyes. Always determined, always looking back at him as if they held the answer to everything.
They didn't. They never did. The Hikari held all the answers, not the Niwa. That had been true since he was born. Yet, it didn't stop him from searching. Didn't keep him from trying to figure out why his mind closed up again without switching them. For one shining moment, he had felt it. The magic, seeping through his bloodstream like the most delicious elixir, just waiting to be called upon, to be used.
Yet, he had missed his chance. Missed the opportunity to make things right with his host. In a way, he was the reason she was in such a predicament. Now his mind was closed off again, Seriso fast asleep in the dormant power.
Dark felt tired, unable to rest.
TBC
There it was. Kind of short, but the next chapter is longer, I promise. :3
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'DalisaY-17'
Well, see you again in two weeks. Please review to tell me what you think. ::smiles::
-Hyper C.
: And I updated AGAIN. How bout that? XD I tried to redeem Krad a little in this chapter. Hope you like it. : .....it took you that long? lmao XD I stumped you! YAYE! And yes, Taka has a mosaic of bandaids on his body. ::coughcough::
Show: DNAngel
Rating: Uh...Pg-13.
Genre: General/Humor
Warning: Another shortish, but I delve into the minds of two halves of an artwork...so...yeah.
Disclaimer: Not mine, man. If it were mine, some of the characters would have done the, *cough* can-can by now.
Description: Krad's going slowly crazy and Dark isn't helping.
Here's chapter six. Not exactly on schedule but.....it's not two years at least.
I've decided Krad is an amazingly fun mind to get into, and I tried to pull him back to a more in character state. A little. Too much fun to kill their dignity though. So enjoy!
Chapter 6: Going insane.
Krad didn't know what he hated worse: Dark, or being in a human form for so long. He'd rather go back to the oblivion of nothingness that was their sealed artwork than stay in this hell.
Three days. For three days he'd been able to do nothing but feel bored, and annoyed. Krad did not FEEL. He hunted Dark, and tried to kill him. He did not, however, deal with the human emotions that came with being in a host body for an overextended amount of time. He was not Dark.
He was also glad his host was asleep, at the time. It really wouldn't do for his plans to be caught thinking about gleefully hunting his other. Which, he had to admit, if it weren't for the other emotions, he'd be enjoying immensly.
It was the only way he could keep himself from going crazy.
The thief, however, was soaking it in. He was -used- to the feelings he could get from being human. He'd spent years getting to know his hosts, not to mention spending occasional time as them. In fact, his whole existance in the Niwa family seemed dependant on that odd emotion called love. It was all quite sickening.
...if his wings were attached to his shoulder blades instead of created by that stupid...
The rabbit thing, Wiz, was no help either. Wiz liked Seirios. Wiz thought his hair was comfy. Wiz had the joy of being tossed across the room when Krad woke up to find it on his face one night. Wiz didn't like him so much afterwards.
It didn't keep it out of his hair.
...rain of bloody feathers as I dance beneath...
The family had stopped trying to warm up to him after the cheesecake incident. They explicitely sat Dark down and told him to stop teasing him. For some reason, they still thought it wrong that he was going around town in Sei's body. Krad didn't think they were aware that he still had access to his host's thoughts. He didn't have to guess at his actions. On the bright side, Dark got to be stuck under house arrest with him. Although he's numerously explained that it was better than being dragged shopping.
Krad didn't quite understand. He wasn't quite listening at the time either.
...squeeze his throat until his eyes bulge and pop under the strain...
Worst of all, their new found 'friend' had put it upon himself to come over once a day to give them this strange thing called homework. He was familiar with the concept, and Sei even knew the answers, but that didn't make him hate it any less. That -boy- brought it over.
And he Never. Stopped. Video taping them!
...shove that annoying bloody camera up his...
Funny, he no longer knew who he was thinking of maiming now.
He then realised he had to revise his previous thought. There were THREE things he wasn't sure of which he hated most. Dark, emotions, and that cursed camera. The brat was a close second.
"...and you know, when you first stepped into class, it was kind of amazing. Everything was quiet for about thirty seconds. They all -froze- when they saw you..."
Oh right, he was still there too.
He wearily looked up from the blank homework pages in front of him to look at Takahashi. Everyday a new set of bandages adorned his body somewhere. There were now four on his face and another six on his arms, all multicolored and patterned. The kid was clumsy as hell and he was sure the large explosion sound he'd heard a few hours previously was Taka falling down the stairs.
If he didn't know better, he'd say they were done on purpose. However, humans generally hated their own pain as a rule, so he was pretty positive that was not the case.
"...and then Ohura-san was TOTALLY hitting on you. You know, she's been asking about your whereabouts lately, wonders if you and Seriso eloped..."
Taka also had the most annoying ability to always have a subject to talk about. While it thankfully prevented Krad from having to think up his own polite topics of discussion, the noise was slowly destroying his brain through his ear drums. It was only his luck after all that the one person who liked him over Dark was, well, this kid.
If someone didn't come to distract him soon, he was going to blow something up. He didn't know what his magic would do, but he really didn't care.
"Taka-kun! Would you like some cheesecake?"
Despite the mention of the evil dessert at least once a day, Krad was beginning to like that woman.
"I'll be right down, Niwa-san." Taka called back. He stood and smiled sheepishly at Krad. "Sorry Hikari-kun. I'll be back as soon as I finish." He set the camera he'd been tinkering with on the desk and slipped out the door.
Krad sighed heavily. "Thanks for the warning." He muttered, envisioning three pikes, one for the heads of Dark, Taka, and the camera. Speaking of which...
He reached over and picked up the strange device. It was pretty light, for one, and was still on. He turned it over in his hands, staring blankly at the buttons. It looked like a very alien device. The only cameras he'd ever seen were the large reporter cameras that Satoshi had spoken to from time to time. And the security cameras, but he'd never noticed those long enough to remember what they looked like.
He gripped the electronic oddity tighter in his hands and stood, moving over to the window. It wasn't really his business and Sei was asleep. Couldn't do anything about it really. Maybe his other would know.
Krad stared at the landscape for a minute, having been bored of it on the first day, then looked up at the sky. Dark was on the roof. It had seemed a good idea earlier to leave him alone in favor of being left alone as well, but the alternative company wasn't exactly working out. He'd always felt more comfortable around the thief anyway.
...tear his wings apart, feather by feather...
Oh look, his thoughts came back full circle.
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Dark almost didn't hear Krad as the man pulled himself over the edge off the roof and walked over to sit next to him. He was pretty engrossed in his own thoughts, after all. He did, however, feel the toe of his boot as it dug into his ribcage. Talk about a rude awakening.
The thief made a small 'eep' sound and twisted away from his other, eyes popping open to glare at him. "What was that for?" He demanded. Krad just stared at him and shifted so he was sitting comfortably. He rubbed the sore spot on his side and lay back down. "Whatever."
"Do you know how to work this?" The camera plopped into his lap heavily and Dark silently thanked the gods his host was female.
He shrugged, glancing at it and setting it next to him on the roof. "No. It's a newer model, apparently. I'm not up to date on technology yet. Can't talk to my host, remember?" He was real sour about it too. There was a moment of silence, Krad watching him, and Dark didn't even have to hear his question.
"I don't know what I'm doing here, Krad."
He was silent for a moment. Then, "You don't know what we're doing here, Mousy."
Dark smiled and nodded. "That too, but I never know anything about you, so it's even." He cracked open an eye and looked over at his other half. The man wasn't looking at him, cradling the camera in his hands, almost as if it held all the answers and he had to be delicate to get them. Even though his face never moved, his gaze shifted constantly over the distance, never looking at one place for more than a second.
Krad was always like that, when they weren't trying to kill each other. Pensive, a very curious man, even if he would never admit it. He always seemed to have all the answers, but Dark knew what he did to get them. There had been other moments of truce, in the past, back just after they were born. He would sit and watch as Krad sat for hours, reading, studying the world. He was never content with just asking people, he'd rather find the answers himself.
Dark thought it pretty neat. He found himself admiring Krad more often than not, even if only for the man's dogged attempts in getting rid of him forever. For such a dark entity he had many qualities Dark sometimes felt he lacked in himself.
He frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. Krad wasn't a bad guy, despite the trying-to-kill factor. He had his reasons...
"Is there a reason you're staring at me?" Dark jumped at the voice, focusing back at the present. Krad had stopped studying the horizon and was now staring at him, glaring heavily. The thief hadn't realised he still had his eyes open.
He shook his head, smiling. Let Krad think he was being left out of a joke. Closing his eyes again, he sighed. "I'm trying to go to sleep." He explained. When no answer came from Krad, he continued. "I can't even feel my magic. It's locked away, somewhere I can't reach. I'm hoping that I can force myself back to sleep. She, at least, deserves to be awake more than I do. I kind of thrust her out of her life."
Dark could hear Krad snort quietly, a short burst of air that meant laughter for the quiet man. "She should be grateful. She's in love with you, after all."
The sentence was lost for the moment, it going in one of Dark's ears and straight out the other. However, someone heard it.
-----
Seriso awoke into pure darkness. Well, maybe not so black. It was more of a dark purple room. Except, she could see herself perfectly, but no walls, or floor. It was almost like floating.
It terrified her.
Her body felt off, almost like she was someone else, and she couldn't feel anything beyond the 'floor' beneath her feet and this odd pulse that beat against her skin. Her eyes widened and she took a deep breath and screamed.
-----
Dark put a hand to his head, feeling odd. "Krad-" He started.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I!??"
The thief jerked into a sitting position, eyes as wide as they could possibly go, ears ringing. Krad looked at him curiously. "What is it?" Dark didn't answer, just tipped foreward. His mind was suddenly wide open and very very loud.
He closed his eyes tightly and curled up, hands going to his head to try and settle the terrified teenager. It was a little too late he realised he was slipping off the roof.
Panicking slightly, cause he definately wasn't sure how Seriso's body would handle a near three story fall, his hands scrambled for purchase on the roof, fate against him as gravity pulled him halfway off the edge. Krad leaned foreward, arms on his knees, smirking slightly.
Dark pleaded at him with his eyes. "Aren't you going to HELP me?" He asked sharply. The other man seemed to think, then shook his head.
"Just because I'm not allowed to cause your pain doesn't mean I won't delight in it." He said calmly, looking like he should be eating a generic movie snack. Dark's luck finally caught up with him, or karma was against Krad as well, as his hand grabbed Krad's ankle the second before he slipped out of reach. "H-hey!" He cried, getting jerked as the thief slipped down until he was only holding on with his arms. "Not fair." Krad lost his seating, causing both of them to fall over the edge.
Krad hit the ground hard first, somehow having been twisted midair to land under Dark, the thief landing on him with a hard thump. Dark heard him exhale harshly at the weight, then just lay still.
Worried, he sat up, straddling his hips. "Krad?" He asked softly, aware they were now in the middle of the sidewalk, neighbors glancing curiously at them. "Are you okay?" Krad's hands twitched, reaching up to settle on Dark's waist. His eyes cracked open and Dark flinched at the open venom. Yep. He was just fine.
Krad opened his mouth to give a biting reply when a flash of light appeared from the direction of the house. They looked over at Takahashi, who was leaning out of a window, holding a cell phone. "Nice pose." He quipped. "Though, are you sure you want to be doing that sort of thing in public? I've heard it is mostly a bedroom sport."
It took them a few minutes to sort that one out, sitting there still, long enough for Taka to leave the window and come outside through the door. Alarmed, when he finally got it, Dark watched an equally shocked, and disgusted, expression fly over Krad's face a moment before he was thrown back onto his butt. He stood, smoothing the dust off his pants, glaring at his other.
Taka just grinned at them both and held out a handfull of band-aids. "Here. I've got plenty. If you prefer something with a pattern, I've got stripes, spots, rainbow..."
-----
Later that night, Dark sat alone in bed, Krad having gone to the living room to sulk while everyone slept. He held a mirror, staring at the petite, and promisingly beautiful, face peering back at him. It was a different sort of host, but the eyes were the same. Soft, intelligent Niwa eyes. Always determined, always looking back at him as if they held the answer to everything.
They didn't. They never did. The Hikari held all the answers, not the Niwa. That had been true since he was born. Yet, it didn't stop him from searching. Didn't keep him from trying to figure out why his mind closed up again without switching them. For one shining moment, he had felt it. The magic, seeping through his bloodstream like the most delicious elixir, just waiting to be called upon, to be used.
Yet, he had missed his chance. Missed the opportunity to make things right with his host. In a way, he was the reason she was in such a predicament. Now his mind was closed off again, Seriso fast asleep in the dormant power.
Dark felt tired, unable to rest.
TBC
There it was. Kind of short, but the next chapter is longer, I promise. :3
REVIEWS:
Schizo and Proud
'DalisaY-17'
Well, see you again in two weeks. Please review to tell me what you think. ::smiles::
-Hyper C.
: And I updated AGAIN. How bout that? XD I tried to redeem Krad a little in this chapter. Hope you like it. : .....it took you that long? lmao XD I stumped you! YAYE! And yes, Taka has a mosaic of bandaids on his body. ::coughcough::