She's five years older than him and knows where to hit where it hurts.
Oggetto
| so i won't testify to crimes you're keeping score of |
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"Can I help you?" She's whipped around so fast she almost bumped her forehead into his chest.
He startles for a second, obviously not expecting it.
She's no idiot, she knows she's being followed. From behind him, Ryuk waves at her like an immature infant. She raises an eyebrow, places a hand on her hip.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to follow you." He tells her, face innocent and eyes sparkling with wonder. "I'm just a little lost, I don't usually come around here."
It's a good lie, she has to admit. He's young and harmless, dressed in his school uniform and with dimples when he smiles. Anyone else would buy it.
"Mind if I give you some advice?" She tilts her head to the side. He's tall, a lot taller than her. "Next time you want to stalk someone, you might want to leave the Death God at home."
Ryuk lets out a snicker as she turns her back and waves them off. She doesn't wait for his answer, doesn't wait for his face to harden into annoyance or for the death glare he sends her.
No, instead she thinks about grocery shopping. She's out of apples.
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She's pretty sure she has some chicken skewers left. She thinks about making a soup to go with it, maybe a tomato salad since they are already cut and ready to eat.
She takes a right into the little lane, her usual shortcut and isn't surprised when she sees him.
Ryuk has an apple sticking out of his mouth, between shark-like teeth, and spreads both of his arms to wave at her. Pretty boy with the pretty face looks up from his book and narrows his eyes.
She doesn't pause – keeps walking as if she hasn't seen him – until he pushes himself in her way.
She huffs out, annoyed.
"I think we need to talk." He tells her and, for two people who don't know each other, they seem to spend a lot of time like this.
"I don't think so." She tells him, blinking upwards to meet his eyes. He's seventeen and inoffensive without a notebook, she's five years older than him and knows where to hit where it hurts.
He doesn't even break eye contact.
"Look…" She starts out, annoyed. "I won't tell anyone about your murderous extracurricular activities and, even if I did, no one would believe me. So, if you could move to the side?"
But when she moves to the left, he also does.
"I insist." He tells her and makes it clear that she doesn't have a choice. He's obviously not used to the word no.
She wants the pinch the bridge of her nose until she can't breathe, but his chest is in her way.
"You're a spoiled little brat, aren't you?" Anyone else would probably be insulted. The corner of his upper lip twitches two, three times. He just looks amused.
She thinks it must be the first time someone deliberately tried to get away from him and he finds it funny.
"Genius, actually." He corrects her.
"A spoiled little genius, then." She mutters under her breath, which only makes his lip twitch some more. "Fine then, how do you feel about chicken skewers?"
"I don't dislike them." She uses momentum to crash her elbow into his chest. He barely feels the hit, but he does take a step backwards.
When she's taken three steps forward, she turns around and raises an eyebrow.
"Are you coming?" Ryuk holds up his hand like a student that wants to ask a question. She narrows her eyes and he grins, turning his entire body upside down.
"Did you buy apples?" She rolls her eyes, turns her back on them and continues on with her walk.
He catches up to her in less than a second, Ryuk safely tucked between them like a child as they walk.
a/n: Their relation will be filled with loved. Not. Daily updates? Yes, pretty much. This is why I love the short drabble type. I can't guarantee I'll update every day, but here's the third chapter in three days. Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading and your feedback and drop a review to let me know what you think.