A/N: hi, here's a small drabble, I hope you enjoy reading
He never really understood humans. Of course, before every pair arrived he would receive their memories.
Chiyuki had said his eyes moved like a rusty gear when he did and that it always seemed to creep her out.
They were cinematic yet rushed to implode, like a river being caught amongst a flood. It was quick, simple and from there was instructed to find the darkness in people's hearts.
Of course Chiyuki always said not to rush them and if given the chance, allow them to have a drink. It is always better to have a rest whenever you can, she would say.
He would give them a few bare facts, leaving them to run circles around their imaginations. A lot of the time, received threats or violent words spurred by anger. At times, resignation and rarely easy compliance. The emotion he saw the most often though was fear. Small or large, naked or covered by a facade, fear seemed to always linger with the dead.
"Of course they would be scared Decim. You're throwing two people with no recollection of themselves into games like this!" She sounded scandalised at his objective reasoning, flailing her hands in wild gestures.
Dutiful to being an arbiter, he would carefully observe their game, ready to rig it at times as to rouse pent emotions.
"I don't like it, it's unfair and it's cheating."
From there he would be forced to decide... Reincarnation or the Void, good or dark at heart. That was his job, It was the same every time... Until she came. A human who remembered her death but as to not why.
It had scared him. He had being going for so long, so very very long and here was deviance from his normality, in the shape of a black haired woman.
He had quickly reported it to Nona. He didn't know what to do. He had never encountered a situation like this before, he wasn't prepared!
As he listened to Nona's words, he scrutinised the woman, drinking in more details than he had from any other human that had walked into her bar.
And from there, he knew he couldn't lose her, so he offered to place the woman in his boss's stead.
Nona had suppressed and lingering memories within the woman's mind and days after meeting her, she again came back to his bar but this time as an assistant.
The time they spent together was extremely eventful and strangely enjoyable. He had never hung around the same human for such a long amount of time and before long could tell what her favourite drink was, what the different multitude of expressions and little quirks of the mouth meant and other menial pieces of information shared between between beloved couples.
And she brought him new ways of thinking, human ways of thinking. It interested him, he always appreciated humans who lived full lives but with her... He began to appreciate the little bits. Insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but in a weird sense, delightful to watch.
But then, there was always those niggling doubts that plagued his thoughts.
The thought of losing her after so long ... It ached and raged and roared and pained. He was meant to be a doll, incapable to such a plague of heartache.
Yet he still got it.
And still he would regret that eventually he would have to lose her.
Of course, better to judge and let her go than to walk an eternal limbo that were the dolls.
But still... he didn't want to let her go.
Goodbye Decim...
And he swore as he smiled, he could hear his nonexistent heart break.