SHIVER

by bellhitsugaya

She was dangerous, he was danger itself in the form of a man. Not surprisingly, both were more than a little excited of playing with fire because, at the end, it will all be burned by them, won t it?. BJxNatsu. Inspired and named after the song Shiver by The Comedown.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter I: The beginning

She was just passing by, her group of friends all around her, talking about the last fashion designs but somehow she wasn´t really into it. Today everything seemed so boring and plain not even the regular bullying and criticism could lift her spirits, and that was a feat by itself. Her gaze turned away from the excited girl´s chat, not really looking at anything just watching everything pass by with an emotionless expression…*so dull*. Like a god sent gift, she saw the one thing that nobody else seemed to notice, in a dark alley, masked in the shadows of the building stood the tallest man she had ever seen in her life, all covered in black baggy clothes with the aura of a killer. Her interest was immediately picked; there was something about the way that he stood, slim and strong silhouette leaning on the wall, that screamed danger and a deep darkness, it drove her in so deeply that she completely forgot the reason of going with her friends to the mall, and, literally, cat walked towards him with the same smirk she tended to use during the little moments with her "toys", more than ready to spice up this boring day. Just when she was nearby someone passed in front of her and the next time she looked he disappeared, like eaten by the shadows, leaving no trace, *stupid passer byes, now that is annoying*. Never one to give up she continued, going through the dark alley, lioness hunting with all the grace and power walking could transmit, her stilettos echoing soundly until she finally found what she was looking for.

The sadistic smirk returned tenfold and a spark ignited in her eyes at the scene in front of her. He was a god of death. Blood painted the floor in a pretty scarlet and gave life to his torn and dirtied clothes, but the most exciting part was his face; the twisted joy and darkness in his smile and the madness that shined in his eyes lighting up his face, laid out for everyone to see, screaming hours of contained bloodlust just for the satisfaction of this moment. Nobody had ever made her blood boil with so much emotion using only an expression; it was so exciting that shivers of eagerness were sent through her spine.

A switch turned off the moment the body he was holding by the neck stopped moving, disappointment played out in his face before it settled in an expressionless mask once again, the fun was over when the suffering ceased, as always, no one could entertain him for long and so, fun only lasted some seconds before going away, melting in the emptiness of this grey world where the only other color was red. Bored gaze and indifference, he took out his bloodied knife from the heart of his victim, splashing more of the liquid on himself and, with the other hand, throwed the body against the wall making a dried sound of bones cracking under the force of the hit.

A cold wind blowed strongly taking down his cloak and making his ebony black lock of hair fly with it, he turned the way he had come and for the first time saw another color that wasn´t red…orange, the most outstanding and shinning, contrasting with lively and deep yellow. His gaze was locked, momentarily lost in the person in front of him, it was the first time that he saw a smile so alike and so deliciously different from his, a pair of eyes so beautifully complex and sparkling with…eagerness and pure darkness. His surprise easily turned into something else that he couldn´t quite understand but the mirroring smirk that spread on his face was enough answer for the moment, maybe the fun hadn´t ended after all.

And that was the beginning of it all.