The Double Soul

Poopoohead

No poem I'm lazy

Initially, the ride seemed to be peaceful. Well, as peaceful as two segments of a double soul trying to punch each other with a spirit struggling to serve as a mediator flying through space at the speed of light can be.

Until the Great Guitar of Destruction crossed their paths.

"MWAHAHA" a demonic cackle echoed from a desolate planet beneath them.

The Great Spirit immediately appeared concerned. "Pagalingling must have figured out how to manifest himself in the form of a guitar, which only makes him more dangerous. I beseech thee, please do not look at him in the frets, where his hood seems to cover. He will possess you and bring you back to hell."

"Wait, where are the frets?" Brett asked.

"HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT FRETS ARE DUMMY?" Eddy shrieked.

"I'm just the other half of your spirit, I never played violin," Brett sobbed. "I only woke up when you were playing video games or eating cause that's more fun."

"SO I WORKED MY ASS OFF AT SCHOOL AND MUSIC WHILE YOU WERE JUST CHILLING INSIDE OF ME AND DOING AS YOU PLEASE???" Eddy only shrieked louder, his grip tightening on Brett.

"I mean, who wouldn't?" Brett retorted.

Eddy let go with one hand, raising his fist. "I have mind to-"
"EDDY NOO!!!" The Great Spirit cried.

"What?" Eddy asked. "Huh, I feel dizzy."
"HOLD BACK ONTO BRETT!!! WE'RE SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL BECAUSE YOU LET GO AND HATRED MOMENTARILY CUT THE BOND."

"SO NOW I HAVE TO LOVE THIS POOPOOHEAD BECAUSE OF SOME RANDO SPACE MISSION?"
"Edward Chen, do you want to get back to the real world or not?" the spirit challenged.

"Wait, how did you know my name?"
The spirit sighed. "You are such a child, you forget everything. I am in charge of your division, I am required to know everything about you."
"I AM NOT A CHILD, I'LL LET YOU KNOW I'M TWELVE YEARS OLD!!!!!!!"

"oooOOOoooOOOOhhhhHHHHhhh" a hum sounded next to Eddy.

"Brett, what-" Eddy faced the direction Brett was looking. "BREETTTTTTTTT." Instantly he jerked Brett's head away. Hopefully it wasn't too late.

"I was afraid this would happen," the spirit groaned. "I was going to tell him what a fret was, but I got distracted," she looked pointedly at Eddy. "Eddy, you're going to have to kiss Brett to suck the spirit back out."
"EW WON'T IT JUST GO INTO ME???"
"Not if you don't breathe until ten seconds after the kiss. Now, quick!"
"I can't even believe I'm doing this," Eddy muttered, holding the face of the convulsing boy in front of him -- convulsing both because of the spirit and disgust at being kissed.

Their lips met.

Instantly a spark of energy came between them. Eddy jumped in surprise; Brett simply stood in shock as the spirit drew away. But something else was happening. Eddy was able to follow the spirit's directions of not breathing. Well, it was more like he couldn't breathe. As the energy between them increased, they were once again able to travel to the Center of the Universe -- all evidence of their previously shaky flight was gone.

As Eddy relaxed again (still hugging Brett, only because he had to of course), he tried to fight the warming coil in his belly. What was that? The moment he kissed Brett, he felt something, and it wasn't just the energy or spirit bond.

"I WILL COME BACK!!!!" Pagalingling's final cry broke into Eddy's thoughts. Shrieking, the guitar descended back into the cloudy dark planet.

"Because you cast him out, he temporarily lost power," the Great Spirit explained.

Just like I'm losing power with my own mind, Eddy mused. Brett Yang of all people, seriously?