(bargaining)
"Kami-sama; bring Yuki back. He didn't deserve to die. I'd let you have me instead, if I could see him for one day; tell him how sorry I am."
It's become something of a ritual.
Deep down, I know it won't work; but I've bargained my way out of other terrible situations before.
"Don't talk like that, Kamatari-san." Sojiro offers me a cup of tea, that peculiar frown once again gracing his features. "You don't deserve to die either."
I ignore him, too lost in my own determination. "You hear me? If you give me another chance, I swear I'll treat him how I should have. Heaven knows I loved the man; give me a chance to prove it!" One hand thumps forcefully on the table, upsetting the tea cup. "If you let me do it all over again; you won't regret it!"
"Kamatari-san…" Sojiro looks truly worried this time.
"Just give me one more day!" My pleading continues; I can't help it. I'm begging; begging. I just want the normalcy of what my life used to be. Tea with Sojiro is routine enough; but I'd give anything to be able to finish my tea and get dressed up to go off to Yuki's.
Tears are forming again; I can't seem to stop cry. All I've done the past five months is alternate between despair and rage.
Sojiro, in an unusual display of compassion, rises and comes to my side. My vision blurs as he wraps his arms around me, hugging me tight. Tears fall freely. "Please…Just one more day…Kami-sama; I miss him…I'd sell my soul for just one more day…"
Sojiro's voice is muffled when he speaks, face pressed against my shoulder. "It's too late."
"I know…" A defeated whisper.
I've already sold my soul to the Shishio Makoto.