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Things have gone majorly awry.
Not only has the real Nagata returned to find his body overtaken by some dead lady, but he was also reasonably pissed off just as much as she would be in a minute. Thank god they were in Nagata's room with the door locked. "What the hell do you think you're doing in my body?" He asked brazenly, ghostly arms crossed over themselves in front of his chest. The body-snatcher was sitting on the bed, her hands grabbing the edge of it.
"I think the bigger question is more complicated than that," she responded, a twinge of anxiousness still lingering in her stolen voice. "You see, I—"
"Answer my question first," he demanded, which only irked her. Her brows pushed downward in distaste for the abrasive attitude.
"Listen, punk. I didn't choose to be in this body. Some asshole angel thought it would be prime time television if he sent me to here. I had no idea what body he was going to give me, or if it was going to be my own—"
"We can see how that worked out." He snidely remarked. She gripped the edge of the bed a little harder.
"Look, I'm not the one who decided to astrally project himself for who knows how long! Even Recovery Girl told you not to do it, and now look what happened."
"You're the one who made it a mess in the first place! I would've been fine if you hadn't taken my body, but now my soul is somewhere off in the cosmos and I had to manually find my body myself! And not to mention, I happen to have a few of the students still trying to get on my ass—"
She cut him off, more annoyed. "And you completely ignored them! They told me you were secretive and a shut-in, but I didn't think you were an asshole too-!"
"I'm not an asshole! I've been focusing on what I need to do, and that happened to be impaired by a bunch of students!" He huffed.
She stood up in his body. "That doesn't mean you have to shut them off! For fucks sake, I've been here for only a couple weeks, and I've made just as much progress as you, if not more—!"
"You don't know the things I did to get here." He spoke darkly, fist clenching by his translucent sides.
"So what if I don't?! The here and now is the focus, and if you liked any of them whatsoever you might've been able to be successful and happy!" She stepped forward, further aggravated. "And its not like I've had it all that easy, either. If I didn't pretend to be you all the time I would've been marked as a traitor or a fraud, or kicked out and then you really would've had a hard time finding your dumb body! Do you know how hard it is to keep on top of lie after lie just to make sure you don't upset the balance?"
He was about to speak, but she cut him off. "And they never even met me at all! All they ever saw was you! And you know what?!"
"What?"
"You never deserved it." That cut him deep, sending him back a step. His eyes widened at the accusation, words trying to form but only coming out in splutters. The body-snatcher looked like she was trying not to cry.
"I... I don't-" he tried to say, but she shook her head.
"Don't even try to defend yourself. That's not the only dirt I have against you. I happen to suspect you don't treat your ghost friends that well, either." He seemed to recluse into himself, ending up making him look smaller. "Do you yell at Haruta when she makes a mistake?"
He didn't answer. She continued. "Do you keep them from talking to anyone? For god's sake, do you even treat them like actual people?" He still had nothing to say for her barrage of questions, averting his eyes like a child who's being scorned by their parents. "You're despicable, Nagata."
He finally spoke although quietly. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't easily make up for the things you've done."