Lost souls [Komatsu]

While searching for his parent's, Komatsu had taken it upon himself to thwart Jarvis at every turn. The ass hole had made him feel worse than shit, and still couldn't get over it, no matter how many times he'd go through that cleansing machine he'd still be pissed off with the half bred mutt. During his search, he would go from one guard to the next, from Oni to Oni, warning each of them that he was plotting an escape and Koatsu was just doing his duty by reporting it.

The Oni wouldn't act on the accusation right away... first of all even they had a hard time telling souls apart when they didn't have their bodies. However, as soon as they were able to identify the little blue soul, they would start to quietly follow him, keeping an eye on what he was doing and reporting to one another if anything seemed out of the ordinary.

Komatsu could now be found by a beautiful fountain, surrounded by the lush greenery and flowers that the Oni tended too regularly. He had decided to take a break from his search, resting contently on the little bench that sat across from the fountain. He couldn't say that he hated here... it was really relaxing... and he felt none of the old temptations to try and hurt anyone. There was no other way to describe how he felt other than content. That was, until the familiar blue cloud would waft nearby. Komatsu would grumble under his breath before looking over towards the cloud and bouncing off of the bench. He would float his way over towards the blue cloud before speaking.

"Still here hunh? Haven't found a way back? Too bad, guess you'll be stuck here longer than me."
The cloud lied, hoping to rile up the blue cloud.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure this is heaven. Getting to bother the shit out of you every single day for the rest of eternity? Sounds great."
Komatsu stated sarcastically as he simply floated along next to Jarvis. There was very little else the little cloud could do without a body... beating up on him did nothing, neither of them could feel pain and frankly, how much could a cloud headbutt really hurt? It didn't, that's how much.

"And who said anything about contacts? Ever stop to wonder why none of the Oni are too keen to talk to you?"
Komatsu mocked, a grin would have played his lips at this point if it could. He was rather proud about having set the Oni against Jarvis, warning them of his attempt to escape. He wanted the blue haired idiot to suffer as long as humanly possible here in other world.

A sort of silly giggle escaped the cloud as Komatsu race around to face Jarvis. He would have stuck his tongue out at him if he could.

"It's really simple to be honest. Every time I see an Oni, I tell them that a bright blue idiot cloud is trying to find a way to escape by making alliances with them. Of course then they told me they don't make alliances with the dead but, your book poofed into their hands pretty fast. See, the big difference between you and me, is I'm fine never getting out of here but I know that this is torture for you."
The cloud said arrogantly, his wispy tail swinging from one side to another like an excited puppy.

"shit heel? That's a new one"
Komatsu scoffed as he could easily tell he had successfully pushed Jarvis' buttons just by the way his soul seemed to still and 'stare' at him. He felt extremely smug just then, content that he was the one who could irritate him instead of the other way around. However, as Jarvis kept talking he could feel his heart sinking as he spoke of the situation down below. He had no illusions about the fact that Nasu would be sent to hell and that his opponents would be sent here. He knew it was going to happen but... to have it spoken out loud made him feel sick.

He scoffed however, his cloudy tail only slowing slightly from it's excitement so that he could still portray some sort of confidence.

"Shows what you know idiot. I don't mind being dead. I died fighting like a true saiyan should, and if my brother goes to hell? I don't really care. I've been dead to him for years."
He stated plainly, and he wasn't lying about that fact. As far as he knew, Nasu assumed he was already dead before they met up on Earth... that or he just really didn't care enough to see if he was at home on Planet Natto or not. Having been a slave to the Saiyan Empire for years had created one hell of a gorge between the two brothers, and Koma blamed him for never coming to save his younger brother.

"And if the prince dies, then he too died a warriors death. A battle between super saiyans is nothing to be ashamed about if one dies."
He continued to go on. His heart was getting heavier with every explanation. He knew that to a saiyan, his words were true, but he couldn't help but feel differently. He didn't want them to die... if they did, what the hell had he sacrificed himself for? He'd given his life for Athren to go on... he'd repayed a life debt to the older saiyan... but was it all for nothing? Then Jarvis hit him hard... 'good luck with those what ifs at night'. Would it really bother him? It hadn't so far...

"I really don't care if they did die and go to hell. Who cares cares what the living think of me? They don't know anything about me so it's better off they just forget about me anyways. I've got it good here and it's only going to get better once I find them."
He stated with a light huff, finally turning his back to the blue haired half breed as if suddenly giving him the cold shoulder. Everything here would be a lot better once he found his parents... Dying would be completely worth it if he could find them...

"Maybe they are... maybe dad would be... but I doubt mom made it down below... do you really know nothing about the saiyan alliance? I"d say besides my brother and me, everyone else are goo... well decent saiyans. I highly doubt they are in hell..."
He was sure they weren't... sure his parents had both done some awful things in their youth, but they had been a part of the saiyan empire back then... they had worked hard to work away their sins, they had created the alliance... he was sure that if anything, they had probably just gone through the cleanser as well and come up here... He had to believe that.

"13 years is more than enough for me. You're right, world kicked my ass really hard, and if it weren't for the Prince i'd still be in chains. Say what you want about him but he saved me so I owed him this much. I was kept like a tortured dog for years, so yeah, I don't want to go back. It sucks, and this place, well it beats sleeping in a cage. You know what's worse? I don't know you that well but I looked to you as... well I don't know someone who would finally treat me as an equal. I'm not saying I thought you liked me or anything stupid like that, but I thought you would be able to see my warriors spirit and see passed my age... I was obviously wrong so... I'm done with this conversation. Good luck getting back to life, I hope you get your ass kicked the second you get back and go to hell."
He said with a huff. He didn't have quite the silver tongue that Jarvis did... Komatsu had always spoken with his fists, he was never really good with words...

"Yeah... whatever jerk..."
The boy grunted in response to Jarvis bashing on the alliance. He was wrong about them... the alliance was good, the only reason they fought was for peace or to defend their home. His parents had done some great things while he was growing up... they were veritable heroes... there was no way they were in hell.

He couldn't help the sniffle that escaped him and the light water drops that would leak from his cloud. He knew damn well Jarvis would catch sight of his weakness, so decided that he needed to get out of there and quick.

"I hate you... but... if we both make it back, or get our bodies back. You owe me a fair fight."
He sniffled, not even glancing back to the blue cloud before he would start to wisp away back towards the fountain. At least there he could blame the water on the fountain 'leaking' instead of his own tears.

"Acting like such high and mighty prick... urg... I can't even do anything about it..."
The young boy would grumble under his ghostly breath as he hopped onto the ledge of the fountain, moving to the ledge and staring down at the water that flowed within it. When he looked in, he would see a reflection of himself... just another ghostly white spirit... another number in the tally of dead people up here... to everyone else he was nothing special... but inside, he could still see himself. He wondered just how long that image of him would last... how much time would it take before he forgot what he looked like? Who he had been? Other people forgetting him was one thing... but what if he forgot himself?

"Damn it..."
Jarvis had forced him to think about the thoughts he had been trying to ignore. There was nothing more depressing than being dead... at least, that's what he thought until the big idiot opened his mouth. He would sigh audibly and lie down on the ledge, his cloud lying flat against the ledge.

If he could have closed his eyes just then he would have, silently willing himself to never ever forget what he looked like, and who he was. He would run over every single event of his life that he could remember, starting with his parents, and when his thoughts began to spiral into darkness... he would think of his grand mother, no doubt still waiting on planet Natto for her grand-children... his uncle, probably trying to maintain some sort of order in the alliance in his father's place... his thoughts then went to the horrors he faced on planet Vegeta... while it played a huge role in his desire not to return to life... every moment of it had shaped him into who he was today... he would still have had a lot of time to grow and get over that pain, but it would always be a part of him.

Every action that led to his death, that was who he was... and he had to remember that...

The young saiyan would roll over so that he was looking into the pond once more, a sad look on his tear stained face. He felt like he could almost see the familiar-

"Hey what..!"
Komatsu suddenly leaped to his feet in surprise. He had just seen himself in the pond! The real him! Not just some image! He would blink several times as he looked at his reflection, looking down at his hands! His hands! He could see them! He proceeded to patting himself all over, reassuring himself time and time again that he did in fact, suddenly have a body!

A mischievous smirk suddenly crossed the boy's features...

"Ohhhhohoho sweet Kami..."
The boy spun on his heels, looking back towards the location he and Jarvis had just been talking to one another. While he couldn't hurt the spirit, it would sure annoy the hell out of him! And he could pick on him all he wanted, drag the poor soul by the tail anywhere he wanted!

"Hey Bluuuuuueeeeeee!"
He would call out towards where they were. He couldn't see him, so no doubt he had moved on by now... if he had he wouldn't chase him... but if he was still around... hohohoho it was going to be fun.