Shinigami - The God of Death Part 5
Well, there is one thing to say about actually putting an effort to annoying people, you certainly lose time. I concentrated all my energy on annoying Solo that I completely forgot that the next morning was Tuesday and a work day. Thanks to me Solo didn't get a wink of sleep, and he was very very grumpy when my alarm went off the next morning.
Groaning he pulls himself out of bed and stumbles over toward the bathroom to take a shower. I follow, a wide grin on my face. As soon as he steps into the bathroom he whirls on me and glares sleepily.
"Have you no modesty?" He hisses angrily.
I snicker and shake my head. "What's your problem? I've seen my own body before, remember? I'd think if you were that worried about it you would avoid mirrors."
Something flickers across Solo's face but he quickly shrugs it away. That is strange, what's so big about looking in a mirror and why did his face flash like that? Was there something I should know, or should realize? Racking my head I went over all the ghost stories I could think of but none of them had anything to do with mirrors, so I have no idea whatsoever what bugged him so much about that. Oh well. I suppose I'll just have to file it away for later use and information.
He took forever in the shower and I suppose I made it worse since I kept sticking my face in through the shower door and yelling at him, singing in the shower as I was usually apt to do. I finally stop when he takes a swing at my face and misses by a mere centimeter. By the time he got out the other guys were ready to go. As soon as stepped out of the shower he went about pulling on his clothes and then turns to me. "You kept me up all night," he growls angrily.
I can only grin. "You're the idiot who can see me, of course I'm going to make your life a living hell for putting me like this. I want my body and my life back!"
A smile curves across Solo's face. "I could accuse you of the same thing, but I don't have time at the moment. I have to get to work." He steps forward and catches me completely by surprise, his fist flying right for my stomach.
When one is a ghost and can't touch anything the shock of being touched can blow your mind. In a way it's kind of reassuring to feel something else touch you, even if that something else is a hard fist right in your gut causing you to double over and cough loudly in pain. Yeah, well I guess nothing is perfect. In any case the punch hit me square in the stomach and my head suddenly began to spin as I hear him race down the stairs and jump into the car. I ignore him, instead electing to let myself fall to the floor until the air comes back into my lungs. Damn, can he ever punch! I can't help but grin at that thought, since it was Solo after all who taught me my mean right hook. Yeah, that one, the one that failed to knock Heero out on the satellite during the Marimeia Wars, but lets not get technical.
I lay there on the floor of my room, gasping heavily and clutching my stomach until I'm able to breathe again and stand. You'd think that since I was dead and didn't technically have a body I wouldn't be able to feel something like a punch or have these kind of after effects. Heh, you'd think. And you'd think wrong.
After recovering I left the room in a general mope and headed downstairs to waste the day away. Once again I had managed to miss the ride to the office so I was stuck here in boredom, and man did the time ever crawl.
I walk into the office and drop into one of the chairs with a deep sigh, just what was I supposed to do for an entire 'nother day? I could plan ways to get them to notice me, but since none of the other times had worked I would have to come up with a better strategy then bouncing around and making strange faces right in front of their faces. I try to slam my fist into the desk in frustration but end up spinning around and tumbling very ungracefully to the floor when my fist goes right through the wood. So instead I just growl and spit in the desk's general direction.
Dammit, even my spit phases through the furniture!
"H-hello?"
I turn around in surprise to find Quatre standing at the doorway of the office dressed in a light blue bathrobe. My mouth drops open in shock and I wave my hands in front of me. "Quatre?! Can you see me?"
He gains a confused expression and steps into the room, looking around and right past me. Damn, he can't see me... yet...
"Is someone there?" he whispers quietly.
"Yeah, right here in front of you, but you can't see me, so how the heck am I supposed to tell you I'm standing here? Dang, now I know what those spirits on the other sides of those goofy talk show seances feel like. Hey Quatre!" I snap my fingers right in front of his face and he takes a step back in surprise, but his eyes still don't focus on me.
"Oh come on!" I yell at no one in particular. "You're just teasing me aren't you? Arg! Quatre!" In a desperate attempt I step forward and try to touch him. He apparently feels something because he jerks back at my touch and retreats back to the door of the room, looking scared, yet his eyes settle on the place where he'd been standing when I touched him. His eyes settle on me who is still standing there.
I can touch him? I definitely felt his shoulder, that was for sure. But my hand also went through his skin, like everything else. It was just that I could feel my hand moving through him, so maybe I could actually touch Quatre... or maybe even...
Stepping forward carefully I stand right in front of him. Taking a deep breath I step forward, in to his body.
It is a strange feeling being in someone else's body that's for sure. I almost lost myself. I mean that I suddenly felt like Quatre. I can see what he sees, feel what he feels and know what he's thinking. As I step into him his entire body starts to shake as if he's in a seizure and his emotions and feelings bombard me all at once.
Strange.
Voices.
Spirit.
Sad.
Scared.
Help.
GET OUT!
The mental burst of that last thought sends me flying across the room and I land a few feet away from the back wall. Had I been solid the force of the throw more then likely would have broken something, but it didn't. Instead I just landed hard on the floor and winced.
Quatre stood at the doorway, using the doorframe to prop himself up as his knees shake and his body quivers. His face is covered with sweat and he's breathing heavily as he looks right at me. I watch him take a deep breath to steady himself then he turns and races away from the office room. I hear his feet stamping up the stairs in a frenzied run and the door to his room slams shut.
Standing up I follow quietly. He felt me, and for one moment I was in his body, and I have this feeling that if I had managed to stay in longer I could have spoken with his voice or some crazy thing like that. But I didn't want to.
I reached his door and slowly began to step through it, crossing into his room. I found my friend sitting on his bed, hugging his knees and rocking back and forth as tears slowly moved down his face. As soon as I entered the room he looked straight at me and just sat there, crying and watching me.
"Please... leave," he whispers softly.
"Quatre I... shit I'm sorry man, I didn't mean to hurt you like that. I just... I don't know what else to do."
But he doesn't respond. He probably still can't hear me, only feel when I'm around. So, letting my shoulders sag in defeat, I leave the room and go down to the living room where I lay down on the couch.
Chalk one up for me. I'd discovered a way to get the guys to notice me, but I knew I wouldn't ever do it again. The look on Quatre's face... to see him act so much like a helpless child after I tried to step into his body... I can't do that to him again. Even if it means I have to stay like this for the next million years I won't do it again. I care for him and the other pilots too much to hurt them like that again. So I'd actually gained nothing, I'd only managed to scare one of my best friends shitless and practically give him a heart attack.
I sigh and close my eyes as I lay on the couch. And that's where I stay, moping and thinking until the guys come home. All the while this huge knot is building in my stomach, I want to go check on Quatre, make sure I didn't hurt him. But I had scared him, and it would only make things worse unless I just left him alone right now. So instead I'd just have to wait and hope Trowa could help him with he got home.
I hate being a ghost. Oh god, I never meant to hurt him like that.
TBC...
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