Megalomaniac

Testing my Limits (Rewritten)

It was midnight, and it was cold. Looking at my clock I could groan as it did prove that it was midnight. I tried, and wanted, to continue sleeping, but I couldn't. With a sigh, I got up and put on my clothes. Quietly, I opened my room door and proceeded to head downstairs to the kitchen. After a full day of not eating, I sure was hungry. But as I discovered, I can't eat food anymore... can I?

Walking down the stairs, I was glad that I didn't hear any shuffling upstairs which told me that no one was awake. With a cheeky grin, I made my way to the kitchen. More specifically the fridge.

For ten minutes I have tried every food contained in the fridge. I would taste it, then puke it up in the sink, rinse it down, and gently put the food back before I could throw it across the room in a fit of rage. What's worse is that the smell was intoxicating, which made me want to puke whatever I could summon in my mouth.

'But that's impossible. But I am a skeleton, and I don't have taste buds as it seems.' I thought to myself, carefully putting away another item in its rightful place in the fridge.

When all seemed lost, I closed the fridge, walked to a kitchen counter, and slid on it to the floor. I let out a huff of frustration and then it escalated into sobs. I continued to cry as I also began to wonder how I was able to produce tears.

The crying stopped as I went back into the fridge. With a quick whiff, I could smell something that isn't intoxicating and wanting me to puke some more down the drain. Sticking my hand in the fridge, and finding the source, I finally pulled out what seemed to be a bottle of ketchup.

'Ok, what the hell is this?' I questioned myself as I inspected the bottle.

With a shrug, I twisted the cap open and gave a swig of the contents, closed the cap, then waited. For five minutes, nothing happened. So I waited for another five. Nothing. Five minutes became ten minutes, then fifteen minutes.

After that, I was stunned that nothing had happened to me. I looked at the ketchup, and with vigor, I tore the cap off again and drank the contents. If I had a tongue I would have licked the rest inside the bottle, but I don't so I stopped when the ketchup finished pouring. I gave a huge sigh of satisfaction as I felt that I could survive a week without eating again, although it would not be advisable.

With newfound energy, I decided that I needed to stretch my legs and find out what my powers are. So being quiet as usual, I left the house. After a few minutes, I found myself within my friends' clan forest.

'This is a good spot,' I wondered to myself.

Looking around the forest, I let out a breath as I remembered the times I would play here with Shikadai when we were kids. Those were the days.

Continuing my walk, I finally found myself in an open area surrounded by trees and boulders. I nodded to myself as I knew this was the perfect place to test my limits. So I looked at a tree and hoped for something to happen. Sadly nothing did.

I grew annoyed and thought hard for the tree to just burn in hell. Suddenly a white beam shot past my head, then landed on the tree trunk, breaking it in half. Looking at who, or what shot the beam only to find a floating skeleton head. It just looked at me and deep down I knew it wouldn't attack me so the only thing I did was wave at it. It suddenly disappeared after that, which made me yell out an aw.

'That was interesting,' I thought to myself.

This time I looked at another tree and thought about the same thing for it, though not verbatim, and boom. A white beam passed me and the tree fell, destroyed. Looking back again, I could see the same head that shot the beam floating there and then puffed out of existence.