Mari-
Drool flows down my chin and drips onto a novel that my head had fashioned into a pillow with a growing intensity as my snores rise in volume.
The ticking of the clock acted as a peculiar lullaby to my nearly completely dreaming mind.
Just when the spell of sleep was settling into my joints and musings entirely a strong scent of fresh blood forced my eyes open.
Luckily no one bore witness to my single demon eyes awakening while my mouth watered at the thought of fresh decaying flesh.
A flock of hair becomes a curtain obscuring the demonic imperfect upon my otherwise lovely face as I trail after the aroma.
My footsteps are light and carefully planned as I walk down the isles just waiting for the moment that an unfortunate corpse would be revealed .
I was just about to peer from out behind the secrecy of the bookshelves when a scream stopped me in my tracks.
Sweaty hands drag me back into the depths of the book shelves as the screamer becomes a beggar pleading for help.
The grip of the chubby girl is a rather pathetic one that I eagerly shake off when we arrive at the table where my drool covered book sets.
With a pair of shaking hands the chubby checker fishes out a lighter from her coat pocket and flicks it on.
The small flame nearly fizzles out in the first few seconds following its inception due to those shaking wind inspiring hands.
Then with a curled lip my own hands grabbed hold of hers to forcibly steady that clearly shown display of nervousness.
" What are you wanting to burn," I asked as the sound of running feet against tiles began to draw closer to the school library.
" Why your makeshift pillow Mars because it would be unfortunate for the doves to have evidence that connects you to both this murder and school!"
The chubby girls eyes were focused entirely on that tiny enduring flame.
Her mind seemed to be in love with the potential power of that flame.
" Mars leave me to my work and flee unseen from here," she orders me with a light smile before she begins to struggle against my iron hold.
For some reason my hold willingly draws away from her fire wielding hands.
The thud of the driver side door shutting destroys my dream realm right as the fire kissed the yellowed pages.
" Like baseball still ," Arima asks as he tosses a bag of baseballs and several wooden bats into the back seat.
Then he passes me a metal bat with a narrow eyed look that demands that this gift be shown more care than those dreadful flowers experienced.
" Baseball is great ," I whispered while wiping a trail of drool off my chin.
Arima without another word starts the car again and races out of the parking lot with that annoying distant shadow in his eyes.
I walked barefoot on the red clay of the ball field absentmindedly swinging one of the wooden bats around in the air like I was reenacting a poorly choreographed sword fight .
" Swing Batter Batter Swing," I hissed before bringing the bat down upon the metal pole holding up the backstopping net with all the strength that I could afford to showcase.
It does not shatter on the first impact so with a growl I hit it against the pole again and again until the bat is a splintered broken mess.
Tears were gathering in my eyes just ready to burst forth from their emerald prison while I tossed the final destroyed wooden bat into a mass grave of its fellow kind.
The tears do escape their prison but my hands wiped them away quickly before I turned to face a silent Arima.
He offers me my metal bat which I take with a tight lipped smile.
" Are you any good at dodgeball , Arima ?"
The white reaper doesn't get a chance to answer my question before I toss a ball up into the air and hit it with the metal bat.
The baseball with a loud clang goes soaring towards the reapers face .
Unsurprisingly he sidesteps the baseball long before it ever comes close to slamming into its intended target.
But that does not stop me from hitting one baseball after another with the metal bat in a half assed attempt to give the grim reaper a concussion .
Unsurprisingly the grim reaper doesn't get a concussion.
When all the baseball has been scattered across the field Arima is standing within a few inches of me.
The sun is setting but it feels like the world is burning up.
My sweating body makes my show of being out of breath a more believable performance.
" So much for playing actual baseball...so much for not feeling numb and angry," I lightly hissed before shoving the slightly dented bat into Arima's chest.
Then I am storming towards the car still apathetic to the fact that my black dress was being marked red as it's dragged through the clay.
" Papa didn't smile but baseball was one of the few things that made him laugh," I tell the white reaper when we both finally settle back into the now red clay stained car.
" I guess baseball isn't great anymore."
" It's never pleasant to be reminded of phantoms," Arima said before one of his hands captured my own and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Then my hand is set free as he mutters something about taking me home.
I lean my head against the cold glass of the window and slowly fall asleep as we race into the setting sun.
The dream realm is still destroyed so there is only darkness to gaze upon during my slumber.
When Arima shook me awake I swatted his hands away and grumbled," Either leave me here or carry me."
With a sigh he chooses to carry my lazy ass up the gravel driveway.
" I left my door unlocked so don't freak out kay," my lips mumble against Arima's shoulder when he carefully begins doing a balancing act with my body so he could open the door.
" It's not wise to make that a habit ."
I can hear the faint touch of annoyance in that calm voice of his.
I bet he is rolling his eyes at me right now.
" Well wisdom means nothing to fools ," I whispered before he dumps me onto a blue sofa after realizing that for now there was no threat nearby.
But there are monsters about, they just lack the inspiration to be monstrous ...for now.
" Wanna be a geek for a little bit and watch Empire Strikes Back before you go back to being a Shinigami," I asked, my eyes staring blinding up at the white ceiling.
A generic phone ringtone answers for him.
I look over at him with a sweet smile as he promises the person on the other side of the call that he would arrive there...wherever… shortly.
" Happy hunting Shinigami ! Please be a kind grim reaper and lock the door on your way out."
Those words come out surprisingly kind sounding though my heart is drowning in a sea of bitter annoyance.
He never says anything else to me as I climb off the sofa and shuffle my towards the bedroom.
Right before I slammed my bedroom door shut these final rage filled words left my mouth ," Kishou if you get the chance don't just make that ghoul suffer for me… what I really want is to mount that son of a bitches head on the wall."
My demon eye is awake and the monster is whispering bloodthirsty desires into my ears.
The red clay stained dress lies in a cluttered bundle around my dirty feet.
The light slam of the front door and the faint click of the lock fills my ears as I skipped into the bathroom.
After a quick shower and carefully deciding to disguise myself as an auburn haired hobo the dread of being Themis tonight was at a heart stopping high .
That's when my drain decided that Themis wouldn't be my part to play on the world stage tonight.
Tucked away amongst my fine dresses and over the top shoe collection there was an unassuming entrance into the limbo realm of my personality crafted identities… masks.
I bypassed all of the other mounted masks and went straight towards the almost boring looking silver one.
Much of its surface was a scratch up mess leaving some of silver color to fade to the lightest shade possible.
But despite all of its wear and tear a smile spread across my face when I tucked it into my stinky hoodie pouch.
Then I exited the limbo realm and locked it back up .
It was early evening by the time my hunt...or rather my very enthusiastic walk began.
But in reality it really wasn't that enthusiastic more of me simply wondering around the nearby wards wishing something exciting would happen .
When I was absentmindedly walking across yet another crowded cross walk my nostrils filled with a rather haunting aroma.
" That man …," the woman mutters with a pair of concerned filled eyes as she pulls on her partner's shirt to stop him walking on.
" Don't get involved , you dummy," Her partners hissed to her as he dragged her away from the concerning sight.
The concerning sight of a hooded boy with his face leaning towards his trembling fists.
In between fits of choked sobs a ghouls ear could detect his faint whispers of ," Girl… flesh…boy...flesh… family...flesh...people...flesh!"
Sister...he smells like my sister.
I wasn't thinking of my adopted sister ,Yoriko at that moment.
The hooded boy began to stubble and sprint his way through the crowded crosswalk with my glaring form racing after him.
Why does he smell like Rize to the point that he should be her?
Perhaps I lied about this walk not being enthusiastic because… it's about to become very very enthusiastic just as soon as this bastard strays a little too far from this flesh crowd.