Forever Sinners:
Chapter XII—I am Nothing. I am Everything.
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A/N: O.o;; I'm starting to veer off into crazy land. O.o;; I'm kinda scared at how my mind works. I thought up some twist to one of the relationships (like Satan's Son and Syrofoam Boy aren't enough). But yeah…fear it. Dude, I'm paying more attention to the Doughboys and Pepito than the other characters! That stops now! ARGH! Enjoy the chapter.
Disclaimer: JHONEN-SAMA! Ruri-chan didn't mean it! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
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D walked in, glancing at everything with mock interest.
"I love what you did with the place." He finally declared. "It's actually clean for once."
"Get out." Johnny rose off the couch, reaching into his boot to pull out a knife.
"Really, 'Nny, you think that will work?" Johnny stopped his movement. "Remember you tried that before with me. Grabbing my body, slamming it into the wall, then putting that VERY sharp blade into my head." D paused, to walk a few feet closer, eyes narrowing. "That really hurt you know."
"But you are human now, which means you can die." Johnny stated, pulling the long knife out. A smiling face on the hilt of the blade, mocked the murderous intentions that the maniac had.
"Wrong." D wagged a finger at him. "Our master would never let us die. He still needs us."
"He's not my master."
"Of course not, 'Nny, you keep telling yourself that." D walked closer, patting his face with his hand. "And maybe it will come true."
A snarl crossed Johnny's lips as the blade flashed through the air, slashing D across the chest. Breaking the skin, but not deep enough to kill.
Blood splattered on the ground, D yelled in anguish, falling backwards.
"YOU BASTARD! THAT HURT!"
"Not as much as what I'm going to DO to you." Johnny got closer to the bleeding body. "Finally…I can teach you how to be nice."
"Now, now Johnny. I'm your friend. You don't want to do this to your friend." D suddenly had a sinking feeling that his master might not be able to bring him back from death.
"FRIEND?!" Johnny picked D up, surprisingly easy. "You were NEVER my friend! You were always SCREWING with my head!"
"And who was, hmmm?" D knew he was pushing his luck, but if he pushed the right buttons, Johnny would be too angry at the world rather than at him.
"Squeegee!" He said, coldly. "And…Eff!"
"EFF?!" This shocked D to no end.
"Yeah! He was far nicer than you could EVER be!"
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CAN EVEN STAND HIS LIES! ARGH! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!!"
Suddenly, Johnny started laughing.
"W-what's so funny?"
"You." Johnny pointed the knife at D's cheek, cutting it. "For once, you're the one who is funny. You said that with a lot of passion…you've never done that unless you were in pain…"
"So!?" D suddenly felt angry. His usual feelings were just nonchalant and mock-depression.
"You two used to get along. I've never heard you badmouth Eff before." Johnny laughed again. "It's almost amusing. Considering…Eff was the one always yelling about you."
A pause.
"Where is Eff anyway? I miss seeing him." Johnny was surprised at saying that, but Eff always seemed worried about him. Sure it was all an act, but it felt somewhat nice to have someone ask if he was happy or not.
"Not here. What you find Todd not "amusing" anymore? Need someone to lay down and let you…" D suddenly had the blade dangerously close to his throat.
"And let me what?" Johnny's eyes narrowed to slits.
"Hn. Nothing."
"Where is your master now?" Johnny felt much better as he slammed D up against the wall. "Where is your depression speeches?! WHERE IS IT, D?!"
"Johnny…" D felt defensive as well as…surprising to himself…scared. "I didn't come here to be killed. I came here to help you."
"Bullshit."
"Maybe…but I know things you don't." The blood leaking from his body was beginning to make him dizzy. Great blood loss.
"Things? What things? How to be an ass?!"
"Course not Johnny." D smiled, he finally had some ammunition. "Drop me and I'll tell you."
"Tell me or I kill you." The knife made a small slit on his throat, adding blood to the small puddle below.
"Todd's in great danger."
"W-what?" Johnny's shock allowed D to get out of his grip and a few feet away.
"Our master wants him soon. He's already coming into our little fold." D smirked at the surprise and guilt written all over Johnny's face.
"When…? Where…?"
"Not telling you."
"D!!" Johnny lunged at the once-doughboy only to have him sidestep out of the way.
"I'm not telling you. Like you said, I'm only here to screw with your head. It's Eff who was nice." D walked casually to the door while Johnny was getting up. "Good day."
Johnny got up, running after D, only to find he had disappeared.
"Dammit!" He growled. He should have killed D when he had the chance. But then again…what if what D said was true? What if he couldn't die?
"Then I guess I'll just have to keep him in the basement forever."
A cold smile crossed Johnny's lips.
He was going to find that Demon and make it pay for ever messing with him.
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TBC?
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Kurumi-sama! I'm so happy to see you are back! Everyone thank you so much for the reviews! I really adore them! Thanks a bunchers! Yup, I'm making D the jealous boyfriend. XD How mean. That's all, ja!