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FINALLY!
After a week or so…im such a lazy ass…or maybe it was just because I couldn't stand up and had to lie in bed all day (hella bawwwwring)…damn surgery…
So, I'm back and will try to update this as much as possible
Vacations are over…meh…I spent most of them in the hospital or doing some medical checkup…gaaaaaaaaah
Laustic: thanks for the review
I'll try to upload more often…even if I have the draft of the whole story sometimes I can't help to write short chapters…so I'm doing my best to make them a little longer
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Chapter one: Stay
They had been assigned a new case. The husband had been murdered by his wife, who was having an affair with his best friend. His soul didn't want to leave, he still loved the girl. He had possessed her and murdered the best friend. Hisoka closed the file they were given.
"We should get going now, Tatsumi will be otherwise really angry" he sighed
Tsusuki nodded happily "But fiiirst, we should grab something to-"
"We will get some food after, and just after, we get this soul to move on"
Tsusuki whined, but agreed
It didn't take them long to locate the building the wife was staying at…it was just a one minute walk from the dark alley to the front door, the advantages of teleporting. She wasn't home, but he was.
They had just entered the apartment when they noticed that something wasn't right. It wasn't that most furniture was still packed in boxes, or that crumpled newspapers covered the floor…dyed with a suspicious crimson substance…or maybe that was it. The shinigami could hear the sound of running water. Their major concern was the man sitting next to the window, painting.
"Inoue…Inoue Ren?" Tsusuki broke the silence
The black haired man did a few more strokes on the canvas.
"We have to ask you to move on"
The black haired man turned to look at them. His look was fixed at the door.
"You know you have to, there is a place for you somewhere else…you do not belong here anymore"
The door behind them clicked.
Inoue Ren dived past the shinigami and into the startled redhead.
Said female stretched her neck, moved her shoulders in circles a couple times, joined her arms nehind her back, lifted them as high as she could without untangling her fingers, looked at them, and smiled. She made her way past the shinigami, again, to the corner.
That's when the shinigami noticed that the walls were covered with paintings…beautiful paintings. It was weird because most of the furniture was still packed up and from the information they received she had moved in there a week ago, escaping from the soul of her ex husband. Maybe those paintings were dear for her, loved enough for her to unpack them first, probably even before her bed, table and a few chairs.
Inoue Ren dipped the paintbrush in what were probably watercolors and continued painting.
"You know? I thought that you had forgotten about me…It's been months since I died…and I have no intention of leaving"
With that, she muttered a quick prayer and stood up, again facing the shinigami, her long red bangs fell over his eyes.
Something slowly started emerging from the canvas. The shinigami took their ofudas and were ready to use them when a mighty looking stick figure came into view. They sweatdropped. The stick figure roared. Inoue sweatdropped.
"I should have given him a katana, right?" Inoue Ren did a stroke in the canvas. Suddenly, the stick figure was wielding a…stick…and dangerously advancing towards them. They felt like sweatdropping
"So we were attacked by art after all" Tsusuki muttered, about to pull the 'fuda from his pocket
"Coincidence"
"ARRR ARRRR NYAHNYAHNYAH" the stick figure jumped and hit Tsusuki with the…stick. Hisoka sighed, rolled his eyes and lifted it from the rough top of the circle that was supposed to be its head. It dropped its stick sword and tried to reach Hisoka with its little flailing stick arms, however, it didn't succeed.
Tsusuki rubbed his head. "Owie"
"She did all the art, I'm no Picasso" Ren laughed softly.
The stick figure somehow bit Hisoka, who let him loose. It resumed hitting Tsusuki wherever he could.
"I'll deal with Inoue-san from this point…you two get the rest of the day off"
The shinigami turned to find Tatsumi. His eyes practically morphed into dollar signs.
Inoue Ren called the stick figure back, who took his 'katana' and obediently went back into the canvas.
"So, what do you want to talk about?"
A bruised Tsusuki and an annoyed Hisoka closed the door behind them.
The violet eyed shinigami was still rubbing his head.
"Drop it"
"But…but…it HURTS!"
Hisoka rolled his eyes.
"Soooooo…can we get something to eat?"
"I have no money on me"
"Soka chan you are so mean!"
-Veevee
finally finished the first chapter!
now prolly it will be easier to write the rest
prolly not
meh...
review?
