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Dream Snippet 1

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They were trapped in the same body.

Again.

Gig groaned in frustration, splashing his face with water from a nearby river. It was cool against his skin and for a moment, it had him forgetting about their current predicament. But when his vision cleared and the bite of cold wore off, all that was left was his reflection staring up at him from the countless ripples. Blue eyes, pale skin, and red hair. Good god, he felt hideous.

"Ah, hell," Gig muttered, silently seething. He splashed his hand in the water in an attempt to get rid of his reflection. To no avail. He could still see the bits of red reflected on the water's surface.

"Hey, kid." Gig said. "You awake in there?"

"…I'm here." Revya replied. Her voice as soft and quiet as ever.

"Good. Cause we're almost there." Gig said, retracing steps they'd taken merely a few days ago. Steps that would lead them back to Yuga Mountain. "I don't want you getting too damn comfortable because I don't plan on body bunking for a second longer than I have to."

She was silent, and Gig felt her mind running. It was something he hadn't felt in a long while. Not since he'd been first cast into her body, before he was able to go on the path of redemption and obtain his own. He didn't miss the feeling of being trapped with her. And he sure as hell hated it ten times more this time around because the damned tombstone they'd found had decided to make him some red haired, androgynous, sexually confused transvestite. When it came down to it, however, the one at fault was likely that stone slab they'd found on the bottom of the sea which pointed them in the direction of Yuga Mountain in the first place. Or it could have been his love of hotpods. Maybe even his inability to keep his hands to himself. Because for some inexplicable reason he just had to try and make that damned tombstone look more friggin visually appealing.

But, of course, he wasn't going to admit that their current predicament may have actually been his fault. He was the former God of Death for Haephnes' sake. The all-powerful overlord, Gig the Indestructible! He was never wrong and hotpods sure as hell couldn't be wrong. So he blamed the next best thing.

The stupid tombstone.

As the kid's mind continued to run, Gig thought she was just angry at being stuck in the same body again. He wanted to leave her be and let her brood about it. He really did. But he decided that her thinking might give him a headache, and he didn't exactly have a Décor or Item shop just following him and supplying those he conscripted around with random abilities anymore. So he'd better ask what was wrong before she closed in on herself and stopped talking altogether, as she was known to do.

"Kid," Gig called.

She was silent.

"Look, kid," he tried again, sighing in exasperation. "You have to respond because I sure as hell can't read your mind. I can't see you shaking your head either. If you haven't noticed, we're in the same body!"

There was another moment of silence, before he heard a soft. "I noticed, Gig."

Gig almost shuddered at the sound. It was strange to feel his lips moving, only for a different voice to emerge. He'd felt it the other way around. But never as the one in control.

"Think on your own damn time." He told her. "You're on my clock! So that means no overthinking shit you can't control. You're giving me a headache, kid."

"I…" She started, but the complaint drowned in her throat and she let out a sigh instead. "Okay."

He grinned. "Good."

They continued on like that for several hours. Gig throwing a random question and Revya answering. Or Revya voicing one of those out-of-nowhere thoughts she'd always been prone to having and Gig scoffing at her remarks. What remained unsaid, however, were the words they'd uttered the day prior. When they were first fused and went to their friends for help. What a big mistake that was.

Stupid tombstone. Stupid love tests. Stupid body.

Did the world always have to act against him? He'd bet a kidney that fate was some sort of retard that kept accidentally fucking up and twisting his strings every which way. He looked down to see a pair of breasts he'd seen way too much. Through his eyes and through the kid's. But no matter how much he'd seen them, they didn't belong to him, damnit!

He wanted them off. Now.

"Great," Gig complained as he scaled an impossibly high cliff with one hand. His other somehow balanced his scythe and the kid's sword. "It's one thing to put us in the same body, but to actually fuse us is just stupid! We have all the parts! Imagine the kind of kinky bastard that would walk into our bed."

"…Stop." Revya muttered.

"It's true." He said. "The sooner you accept that I'm always right, the sooner we can get this relationship off the ground."

"Oh?" She asked. "What relationship is that, exactly?"

Ah, hell.

He shouldn't have said that.

Gig opted to ignore her as he finally made it up the cliff, flicking his hand that had grown numb with lifting his weight – plus some. The kid's extra fat was really bringing him down. Plus her weapon wasn't exactly the lightest thing on the planet. He had seriously debated dropping it for a moment, but thought better of it when he remembered that it was a demon sword that was somehow powerful enough to house his damn soul. No way in hell was he leaving something like that for anyone to just stumble upon. Never mind that they most likely wouldn't be able to pick it up.

"Look, kid!" He announced. "There it is!"

He pointed at the tombstone, his grin widening.

"Kid." He called again when she didn't respond. "Kid! Kiiid!"

"…I'm here, Gig."

"Don't tell me I hurt your feelings," he said, disgusted. "Lighten up."

She cleared her throat and Gig almost winced at the feeling of someone else clearing their throat using his vocal cords. "I'm fine, Gig."

He rolled his eyes. "You are so not fine."

"Are we going to do these tests or not?"

"Aggravating little peon, aren't you?" He sneered at nothing in particular. "Alright then, kid. Let's hurry it up. I don't have time for your whiny nonsense. We still need to search for the golden hotpod!"

He took a step toward the tombstone.

This had better work. What was the point of realizing love if they shared a body?

A/N: You can expect a few more updates in the coming days.

This fic will always follow Redemption Path Gig Ending and the Demon Path Good Ending. All subsequent updates will only be snippets as I don't want to write out a complete story for this pairing. I love them to death, but that much effort into a dead fandom is kinda… off putting. This fic will remain on Completed status, despite updates because I don't know when I'll stop randomly adding snippets to this. I might never stop. As I like to come back to this pairing every now and again whenever the mood strikes or when I have a writing block for my other fics. Writing Gigya helps clear my head of excess thoughts.

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