Jackals in the Night:
Chapter XX—Devil's Oath
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A/N: Almost forgot to mention…I'm not sure what should happen with Pepito at the current moment so I'm flipping back to Diablo-sama and Squeegee. Please don't get mad!
Disclaimers: Jhonen has shot me in the head [ya all happy?]. However, Senor Diablo sent be back here…seems I have to finish the fic…then I get to rot. Oh boy…I'll get right on that. ^^;;
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I feel my eyes widen a fraction more than they should.
"W-what…?"
"It has its perks you know." He waved his clawed hand around in circles to emphasize. "Immortality, money….you know…things humans want."
"But…why…?"
"It will make Pepito happy."
I can't believe he is taking this so calmly. "Umm…what about Nny?"
"What about him?" His head got closer as the golden orbs glowed with new ferocity.
"Uh…" I began to squirm under his look. I was used to people giving me "that look", but I wasn't used to Satan looking like that. "I mean…I don't feel for Pepito…that way.."
Senor Diablo didn't answer right away, just had his hands underneath his chin looking at me intently. As if trying to see if I was for real. I was giving up what many people would die for. To live forever…more money than anyone would want…even perhaps happiness. But it would be empty because I didn't love him, and I couldn't use Pepito like that. He was my only friend after all.
"Well, that's that then." He said finally, giving a short nod.
Shock was written all over my face as I stared at Senor Diablo. He wasn't going to kill me? Send me to Hell?! W-what was with this guy?
Obviously seeing the stunned expression forever imprinted on my face, he began to explain in a melodramatic type voice.
"I can only tempt, to force you to join isn't really my style. That's more of his[17]," he gave a sharp upward motion with his thumb. "If you don't want to be with Pepito, that's alright. Not sure if he will see it the same way but—"
A loud cry stopped Satan's[18] speech as we both heard the door of the front house open. Without saying a word, Senor Diablo pushed himself off the bed and into the hallway.
"PEPITO!?"
I've never heard him sound so horrified. What was going on?! Moving to get out of bed to see, my body just screamed in protest.
"Pepito?!" I allow my voice to carry my worry. "Are you alright? Mr. Diablo…?"
Noises of shuffled feet against wood are my answers as I listen to Senor Diablo give a surprised noise—another first I suppose. Soon a silhouette cover the doorway to Pepito's room.
"Todd." He breathes out.
I blink a few times to try to understand why he sounds so relieved. Didn't he know I would be alright? Sure…my bones still need to mend but I'll still be alright.
"Yes…?" I glance at his form as he moves in. He's covered with blood and it had splattered on a brown fuzzball that…Schmee!
Noticing the happiness—which is probably radiating from my body, he hands me Schmee with a little hesitation.
"Thank you, Pepito!" I hug him—trying to ignore the bloodstains—acting like a hyperactive child.
He gives a short nod against me, then pushes me back. My clothing—though was bloodstained before—had renewed red blotches on them. Pepito moves to help brush some of the dried liquid off. However, I really don't notice as I hug Schmee close.
You should look out.
"I didn't think you were going to speak to me." Glancing at me, I suppose Pepito noticed I was looking at the teddy bear in my arms and so ignored me—merely watching my conversation.
You should look out. Schmee repeated himself with hasty warning.
"Why?" I smile softly. I've missed this chats—no matter how morbid they were.
He has the sickness in him.
"Sickness? Who…?"
……Pepito…
"What?!" I turn my gaze to Pepito with a questioning stare—as he returns mine with a stolid one. "Pepito…?"
"…yes…?"
I look at his form again—curiosity flowing into me. "Why are you…all…" I search for the word, but cannot find one.
"Bloody?" He helps but the expression doesn't change. "I went over the Nny's house. I was still very mad at him…"
"Oh Pepito!" I cover my mouth—stunned.
"Don't worry I didn't hurt him." A smile almost crosses his features. "I can't hurt him…"
"…why…?"
"Because he's a waste-lock." Senor Diablo's voice finishes. I turn my gaze away from Pepito's to his father who had probably been listening to the conversation the entire time.
"Waste-lock?"
"Which means….I can't kill him….but that also means…you cannot be with him." An insane look almost comes over the young Anti-Christ. "Isn't that wonderful? We can be together now."
"Pepito…" I'm not sure who said it first—myself or Pepito's father.
"Who told you this?" Senor Diablo asking the question I could not.
"Meat did."
"…Meat…?"
"But…he said you cannot love me…" Sadness begins to cross his features, blocking out the insanity, as he looks at me with tearing eyes. "You cannot, can you…?"
"I'm sorry Pepito."
"Then…there is nothing I can do…." His shoulders slump.
I let out a sigh of relief as does Diablo does.
"However," I blink a few times at this. "If I cannot have you…I don't believe it is fair…that Nny should."
"What…?"
Todd, look out!
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TBC?
C&C are welcome! Thanks a bunch to those who yelled at those Flamers! ~hugs and gives candies shaped as Nny to them~
[17] Sorry. I am a Christian! Don't get me wrong! This kinda goes with those psycho religious fanatics. Forgive me.
[18] I rename Senor Diablo a few times, because I don't know what to call him when I'm doing someone else's POV. Hope I didn't confuse you!!