Are you ranting again, Kazutaka?

Yak yak yak. I preferred you when you were younger, even if you have grown up to be so pretty. You barely said anything. Just stared at me with pale, watery eyes, like some sort of fawning albino puppy.

Weirdo.

Of course, it's hardly surprising considering what I saw of your parents. Your mother was quite off her rocker. Her and her dolls. Playing dress-up all the time. I suppose you let her. I suppose you wanted to please her. But I'm not a doll, Kazutaka. I didn't like it. I got very angry with her.

And as for your father, our father, who art in somewhere rather nasty I hope. Well. Haha…my very existence shows you what he was like.

Did you ever think about my mother, Kazutaka, while you were resenting my very existence? Oh yes, I could see it in your eyes, however kind you tried to appear towards me. Did you ever wonder about your father's 'bits on the side'? The women he used when your mother's insane whining became too much for him? No, I expect they were just a target of hate for you, if you knew of their existence at all. My mother was the most beautiful, caring woman in the world. She died, of course. She was dying when she was pregnant with me, and having a baby only delayed the inevitable. Or maybe sped it up.. I don't know. I don't suppose being born to a dying woman was particularly conducive to my constitution either. I'm surprised I'm so healthy really. Even now, a head in a jar as it were, I feel quite fine. I wish I could scratch my nose though. It's been itching for nine years now. It's driving me nuts.

I hated all of you. You may have been utterly dysfunctional, but you were still lucky enough to be a real family. A mother and a father and a son. To the casual observer, quite the façade of idyllic life. Why did a shower like you get that and I didn't? I must confess I was quite jealous.

I'm bored. Entertain me more with your descent into madness. That hysterical wheezing consumptive laugh of yours. 'Saki, you will truly die', mwhahaha, wheeze, hahahaha, wheeze. Wish I still had lungs to laugh at you with. Even without a body you're still letting me play with your head..

You're even going to find me a new body, a nice immortal one, aren't you, though that could just be more of your crezzehness,. So generous of you to save me from death like this and bring me back.

It would still have been nice to stick that sword into your guts and watch you bleed.

Oh, do you have to talk about him all the time. Pretty purple eyes, whee. You're only going to cut his head off anyway, what are you going to do, keep them in a jar? Put them in a locket and carry them around with you? 'Hurry and find me, Hayai o mitsukete kudasai, my beloved, blah blah blah so I can decapitate you and gauge your eyes out'. You'd think now you've got him splayed out on the operating table you'd shut the hell up about him and just hack 'em out.

In fact, is that him sneaking up on you with the knife?….

Hehahahahahahaaaaaa….Oh, I'd kill a dozen kittens for a trachea.

You're BLEEDING Kazutaka. Oh, well done, Empty Purple-Eyes. If I still had my hands, I'd applaud you. What are you up to now?

Oh. Fire.

Gibbering again Kazutaka? We're going to burn together, you know. Isn't that sweet, ototo-kun?

Oh. You're turning the life support off.

Well, at least I won't have to listen to your whining anym…