No one POV

Wimp...

Freak...

Fenturd!

Just a ghost...

Punk!

A ghost who try to fit in with human...or little boy with freaky little power?

I'll tear you down molecule by molecule!

Phantom...

Obey me!

Skull gasped, shooting up in his bed, sweat trickling down his matted purple hair. The purplette felt his body start to spasm at the memory of being beaten, numb pain growing in his backside. He groaned, and push those memories to the back of his mind.

'Just a dream, just a dream.' He whispered to himself, glancing at the clock nearby his table. 2:15 A.M. read out in bright red light. He hands were shaking as he brought them a few inches above the blanket, The moon shone through the gaps of his threadbare blue curtains, creating a pool of moonlight on the floor. He could here the crickets outside, singing their soft melody.

Sighing to himself then untangled from now soaking wet blanket and make his way to the connected bathroom, splashed himself with icy cold water, calming himself down.

'No more sleep for me.' He thought to himself wondering what to do next, putting some make-up on covered all his scars before leaving the room.

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Colonelo walked in to the living room, he was about to sit down the sofa, but found the purplette sleeping on it. His face looked so relaxed, there weren't any piercing on make him looked alot younger.

Then an idea strucked, a mischvely grin started to spread on the blonde face, then he tip-toe away quietly graped a marker, before tip-toeing back to his spot.

"What going on?" He jumped at the sudden sound, almost drop the marker. He whirled around to see, Reborn and Fon. He brought a finger to his lips and make a shhh sound.

Then they looked down to see the stuntman sleeping form. Collonelo slowly brought the marker inches closer to the cloud face, and something unexpected happend. His eyes snaped open faster than bullet, his hand gripped the rain wrist and in matter of second he have him pinned down the sofa.They can only stand there in shocked, until the cloud has finaly come to his scent.

"Colonello-sempia? O-oh my CW, I'm so sorry!" He quickly released him from his grip.

"Hehheh, well that was unexpected, kora." The rain let out an awkward laugh.

"Where did you learn that." Fon asked with curious.

"Oh, well um my mother she was a 9th degree black belt in material art, so she taught me."They, again fall into an awkward silent.

"Well...I gonna go." So he left them to their own thought, 'Skull has good reflex, noted.'