Chapter two of the Hidden Past
Shinigami's POV/
"I'm bored. Wanna tell spooky stories?"
"Wh-what? No! No way!"
"Shinigami!"
"Gee, I was only suggesting it!" Shinigami replied with a smile. He was sitting in a small clubhouse that had obviously been built by himself and the other two. A red eye peeked out at him from under a set of scarves nearby. "Are you sure you're not gonna tell spooky stories?" Ashura asked nervously. Shinigami laughed. "Of course not! I know you'd be to scared to sleep if I did, and you can be cranky when you don't sleep enough!"
Ashura's scarves opened up in the center, revealing his three crimson eyes. "Whew! I hate it when you do that! Why do shinigamis tell such scary stories?" he whimpered slightly, but he looked relieved. Which, for Ashura, was not normal. When he had his scarves off and his eyes showing, he almost always looked fearful (Although it would be wrong to say that he wasn't all the time). But Shinigami had to give him credit, only when the somewhat skinny boy was feeling comfortable with his surroundings would he take that mask-like scarf off. "I'm going to go outside for a while, it's a bit stuffy in here," Shinigami yawned, before trotting over to the door and going out. Ashura and Eibon turned to each other before beginning a (mostly) relaxed conversation.
Kid's POV/
Kid watched as his father exited the small clubhouse. The younger Shinigami looked around, and started. "You again… I can swear I saw you again… where are you?" Shinigami asked, looking around (apparently he could see him again?). Kid walked up to his father. "I'm right here," he whispered, putting his hand on his dad's shoulder. Shinigami froze, his golden eyes widening. He had obviously not been expecting an actual reply. "Who are you?"
Kid did not reply. He couldn't. But Shinigami ran inside before he could even think of anything to say. So much for talking to his dad… But the door was slightly open, and Kid snuck inside
Shinigami's POV/
"GUYS! I saw the ghost thing again!" Shinigami cried as he ran inside. He tore off the scarf that was still open around Ashura's neck and thrust it over his own head, shivering like the scarf's owner was so prone to do. "Hey! Wait! I don't want to see it either!" Ashura yelped, his three eyes widening as he dived into the scarf. "OW! Get off!"
"Sorry!"
"Shinigami… OW!" For Shinigami had hit his own head with the Shinigami chop intended for Ashura. "Guys. Calm down. It's probably just the wind or something." Eibon said sensibly. "HEY! I am NOT the wind!" came the voice, clear for the first time. Eibon must've heard it, because he let out a loud yelp and dived under the scarf as well. "Um… Guys? This scarf was only meant for one, I guess two's okay, but three…? Seriously?" Ashura pointed out, feeling slightly squished. "Yeah. Sorry," Shinigami said backing out of the scarf. He looked up, hoping that maybe the ghost would be gone. But it was still there. And it wasn't a ghost. In fact, it looked stable. And it was a shinigami. It had the lines of sanzu in its hair. "Who are you?" he asked nervously as Eibon popped his head out of Ashura's scarf. The figure looked at him directly. "My name… My name is Death the Kid."
Author's Note: Ohhhhhhhh, this is where things get interesting! Kid is somewhat stuck now! He's now visible to everyone!
In the next chapter, Shinigami gets the big shock. XD Oh, yes. I'm going to go write it now.
