Title: In Cold Blood
Warning: n/a
Characters: Midorima x Takao (Midotaka)
Disclaimer: Any characters shown in this chapter/story does not belong to me. Belongs to Tadatoshi Fujimaki.
"Boo."
The teen stared blankly at his friend's face at of an attempt to make him cower or cringe in fear. He gave his friend a sympathetic small smile; a curve in the corner of his mouth, "Nice try," He travelled back to his last sentence of his paragraph of his newly picked out novel, "I saw you when I entered here, Takao."
"No fair, Shinchan!" he pouted as he leaned against the table next to his concentrated friend, "You're supposed to be scarreedd~"
The teen pushed the bridge of his framed glasses and gave another straightforward reply he usually does, "The fact that you're a ghost doesn't mean you have to terrify them." He flipped a page and continued on with his reading, "Plus you need to work on your scares. It's becoming fairly dull."
"But, Shinchan!" Takao flew up into the air and flipped upside down a couple of meters away from Midorima's head, "I have to become scary! It's a stereotypical ghost's job."
It is all true. Takao Kazunari; his friend is in fact a ghost. Living and haunting around the nearby halls or classes and particularly invading the spaces in the quiet high school library. The floating sprit does not indeed have a wonderful sight to see; Takao himself would agree as well. His left eye was deeply cut and remained its form of a soup-like hole that looked like a never-ending black hole. The skin of his outer-eye was conceivably stretched; compared to his opposite eye; you could quiver by the sight. His stomach was most likely stabbed numerous times to gain such an enormous dark blood stain on his shirt. Both of his legs were abnormally bent along with his arms slightly identical to them. All in all, Takao looked quite unbearable to look at, especially his atrocious body parts.
Although Takao looked terrifying and dangerous, his personality was completely nothing what his friend, Midorima Shinatrou expected. Easygoing, pleasant to be with although Midorima dislikes the fact Takao loves to tease him no matter what. Side note of that, the teen prefers to hang out with him besides that he barely has any official friends to begin with.
At times, Midorima had questions circling his brain to ask Takao why such a character like him would be floating around the school for eighty years; according to Takao. Yet on the first day they interacted together, Takao doesn't remember a single memory of his past. Nevertheless, questions would circle time to time and Midorima became much more curious to pry into his friend's long forgotten past.
Takao went back to his original position and made one twist to a slanted angle in the air, "Hmm…maybe you're just used to what I look like." His gave Midorima a delighted smile, "That's great then!"
He flipped another page of his novel, "Hmph." Midorima pushed up the bridge of his glasses once again, "I personally think your scares are horrible, that's all."
"Whatever you say, Shinchan~"
It became silent for a while and at last, Midorima ended his novel and rested his left hand on the wooden table, "Boring." He handed the book towards the ghastly figure without a look to Takao, "Your tastes aren't very amazing, Takao."
"HA?" Takao yelled and hastily removed the horror novel from Midorima's hand, "What do you mean boring—wait, my tastes are VERY amazing, Shinchan! How rude!"
Midorima gave out a deep sigh and stood up from his seat, "A horror novel is about a normal girl and boy entering a haunted house and eventually got trapped inside, discovered a ghost along the way, with the ghost ending up following them until the very end which in fact was very cheesy due to them being able to escape the haunted house with the usual downside of the trauma of the ghost that will haunt them forever." He took a small pause and pressed the bridge of his glasses once more, "Do you think it's not boring?"
The ghost sulked from the realization of how uninteresting the story really was. "Aaah…I…I guess not…" he stared at the blurb of the hardcover, "I won't lose next time! I'll find something you'll really like!"
"Sure."
"You'll see—"
Takao's words became unheard by the ring of the signal for the final bell for the departure of another day of high school.
"Well," Midorima lifted his shoulder bag and began walking towards the exit of the library, "See you tomorrow, Takao-"
"Wait!"
"What now?"
Midorima turned around in frustration, "You know I don't have time for extra conversations."
"I'm…-I forgot to tell you about this but," the floating ghost looked at the opposite direction as if he was trying to not make eye contact with his friend, "I think I'm ready."
Midorima stared at him in confusion. 'The hell does he mean he's ready?' Midorima thought to himself, 'He better not be reading those…..when I'm gone…"
"W-What do you mean—"
"I mean I'm ready to find out my past!" Takao exclaimed, now making eye contact with him.
"…..Wait…what?"
[A/N]: Well, a bit of a rough start but I made it through. I hope you like it so far! It'll get somewhat good soon. That's what I'm hoping anyways! Reviews are amazing, I read them, I like them, I secretly thank in happiness.
Extra:
"I was wondering," Midorima placed his book down on the table by hearing his ghastly friend suddenly asking a random question, "Are you good at picking up girls?" Takao slyly asked with his hand against his left cheek.
"Hmph," He closed his eyes and pushed the bridge of his glasses, "I don't have time for any love relationships or rather friends."
"But I'm your friend, right?"
Midorima gave a small look at Takao's face and went back to reading, "I'm only acquaintances with you."
"Friend~"
"Acquaintances."
The green-haired teen placed his book down again, "How about you, Takao?" Midorima paused for a moment before asking, "...u-uh…were you good at picking up girls?"
"Back then when I was alive, of course!" He laughed to himself, "Now they fly right past me! Hahaha!"
The ghostly friend laughed at his small joke for a few minutes, his laughter echoing throughout the library and just Midorima replying with a blank stare at the laughing Takao.
He went back to reading his textbook, "Acquaintances, Takao." He flipped one page, "Only acquaintances."
"Mean!"