Hi, again :D Here's ya'll other update of the day, a treat since I've tortured you all this long :( damn fanfiction . ANYWAY! I have gotten SO addicted to watching Sherlock, ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY. It's ruining my life because I watch it instead of doing school work and whatnot ;~; Ah well, whatever xD This chapter's a bit strange O.o so bear with me, and i really hope if makes some of you laugh :)
When Death awoke, there was a heavy pressure on his chest. At first of course, he simply assumed it was Coda. That cat had taken a strange liking to him over the time the rider had been staying with Iris. The feline was too spoiled and was too lazy to even try to catch Dust for Death's liking, but at least the mammal was soft.
However, Death's eyes shot open when the weight on him shifted, and a growl-like noise emanated from it. The kinslayer lifted his head from the couch pillow and almost shouted in surprise. (But that would have been too out of character for him, right?) Iris was lying awkwardly on top of him, face down, one leg hanging off the side of the couch while her arms were tucked under her chest, clinging to his shirt. Her face was shoved just below his collarbone, mouth slightly open and cheeks puffed up as she tried to breath through Death's shirt. On top of Iris, Foalen laid sprawled out, his paws thrust forward and backward like he was flying. His head was resting on top of his owner's. Too add to the weight, Coda was curled up contently on the mutt's back, just between the shoulder blades, while Dust was perched on Coda's lower back.
The scene both annoyed Death but also strangely made him feel like laughing. He didn't laugh much, if at all... And he could decide which emotion he was more comfortable with.
Deciding it was the former, Death let out a low growl and sat himself up. Startled, Dust cawed and flew away, followed by Foalen who still had the sleeping Coda on his back. Iris, however, didn't wake up, even if she was awkwardly bent backwards. In fact, she seemed more comfortable than she had in days. At this, Death paused in unlatching her hands from his shirt. With caution, he felt her forehead, and found that her fever had lowered considerably since the day before. She wasn't shivering anymore, but Death still knew that she wasn't healthy. Why? Well... She was snoring. Loudly. From what he knew about Iris was that she didn't snore. So that meant she was having slight trouble breathing.
With a sigh, Death settled back down on the couch, glaring at the girl on him. Just this once, he'd let this happen. NEVER AGAIN. This was simply for Iris's sake with getting better. Once she got better, Death could get the books, find any information they withheld, somehow find a way back to his own world, and be on his way.
Death was pulled from his thinking when Iris's hands twitched, as well as her facial expression. Out of nowhere, she began to giggle, her voice hoarse and rattling. Death's eyes narrowed. Was she awake? No, her breathing was still very slow, as well as her heartbeat. The rider rolled his eyes. Of course she was dreaming. This was going to take a while... Wasn't it?
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Iris squeaked as she jumped up from the couch, looking around frantically for god knows what. She dismissed the fact that her headache was gone and she felt as healthy as a horse, and instead focused on the smell wafting from the kitchen as well as the humming.
"Hello?" She called, standing up. "Who's there?"
Death suddenly stepped into view, a baker's hat perched on top of his head as well as a pink, frilly apron that said 'Kiss the cook and you'll probably die'. He was stirring something in a large green mixing bowl with a classic wooden spoon.
"Good morning Iris. So glad to see you're awake and healthy again!" He said with a strange deep russian accent. Iris didn't seem to register this as weird.
"Uh, yeah, good morning to you too."
"You're just in time for breakfast!" Death chided, doing an enthusiastic twirl before skipping back into the kitchen. "Come, come!"
Without hesitation, Iris followed him into her small kitchen, and froze as she saw just about every square inch was covered with plates of varying sweets.
She smiled at the cook, "You certainly have been busy! This must've taken hours!" Her mouth was already watering at the sight of the German chocolate cake sitting on the stove.
Death nodded, popping whatever it was he was stirring into the oven, "Oh yes, it took days, but it was worth it. Anything to make you feel better, flower~" He giggled randomly, almost creepily, and dabbed some chocolate icing on Iris's nose. Again, dismissing the strangeness, the woman laughed and licked off the icing.
Suddenly, another figure entered the sweet filled room. It was Foalen, standing tall on his hind legs, dressed perfectly in a suit and tie, adorned with glasses and a fedora and holding a briefcase.
"Well, I'm off to work, everyone," He said, his voice deep and seductive. Iris walked forward and gave him a hug.
"Good luck with that abuse case, honey." Iris smiled, and received a fang-filled smirk in return.
"Oh, don't worry. We have that one in the bag. Never again will that poodle abuse his chew toy!" And with that, Foalen walked out and drove away to his job.
"Iris, dear, why don't you go outside and play with your friends while I finish up baking in here, alright?" Death suggested, already preparing something else.
Iris smiled and nodded, "Okeydokey, I'll see you in a bit!" With that, she skipped outside to be met with some stranger storming through the field.
"Excuse me, but who are you?" Iris asked, shoving her hands in her pockets casually.
The man was tall, with blond hair and some untrimmed hair down his jawline. He had green headphones on with a speaker and was holding a lantern in one hand and a golden kneeling figure in the other.
"Javlar Helvete!" He shouted, "YOU FUCKING BARRELS!" Without another word, Iris quickly walked away, deciding to leave him to whatever he was doing.
As Iris walked around, she suddenly was sitting in a large colosseum. Confused, she looked around. She was the only one here. Popcorn was suddenly in her hands, and without missing a beat, she casually began to eat it. Lights turned on in the middle to reveal Coda, standing tall and in a ring master's suit, raising his paws up.
"Greetings all!" He shouted, his voice high pitched and squeaky. "Today if a very special preforming day. We have a wonderful show for you tonight. But first, please welcome our guest audience, Iris!" The spotlights shone on her, and applause came from out of nowhere. Iris smiled and waved.
The lights were directed back to Coda, "Tonight's performance will need a guest from the audience. Do we have any takers? Hm?" As he looked around, Iris jumped up in her seat, waving her arm around.
"Oh, oh pick me!" She shouted in excitement. Coda reached a paw up to her.
"It seems we have the perfect one! Iris, come forth!" He commanded. Iris was suddenly down next to him, and she realized she was in a dark green dress. A light weight on her head told her she was wearing a crown. "The perfect princess, Ms. Iris!" Coda bowed, and, giggling, Iris gave him a curtsey. A cage was suddenly behind him, and the feline gestured to it. "If you would, Princess Iris."
She smiled, "I'd be delighted to!" She stepped into the now locked cage and jumped in surprise when it was lifted. She looked down to Coda, who seemed to be miles away now, as he spun around.
"Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight's performance. The damsel in distress!" Suddenly he was gone, and the side of the colosseum exploded out of nowhere to reveal a large, dark figure. It was an enormous crow creature, with broken feathers and a razor sharp beak.
Iris screamed, "Oh no! It's the fearsome monster Dust! Somebody save me!"
"Do not fear, princess! For it is I, King Kinslayer!" A deep, heroic voice bellowed from underneath her. As she looked, said kinslayer, wearing black shining armour and wielding a large scythe, sprinted forward and stabbed one of Dust's large legs. The bird screamed in pain, and, with a very anticlimactic cough, burst into dust (how ironic). The cage was lowered and unlocked and Iris fell into Death's armoured arms.
"Oh, Kinslayer! You're so heroic!" Iris said dreamily, placing the back of her hand to her forehead.
Death threw off his feathered helmet (when did that get there?), revealing a comical hero face, complete with a cow lick and a butt chin, "Do not fret, dear princess! For I am always here to protect thou!" He bellowed, flashing a toothy smile. "But, Ms. Iris. I must ask you something!"
"Oh anything, Kinslayer dearest!" Iris chided.
Death kneeled on one knee and pulled out a ring pop, blue raspberry flavoured, "Will thou marry me?"
"Yes!" Iris yelled, jumping up and down in happiness and excitement.
Two horses stood off to the side suddenly, a carriage strapped to them both. One was white and one was black.
Ruthad sniffed, a tear sliding down his face, "They're so romantic..." He wiped away the tear with his hoof.
Despair's bottom lip quivered, "I promised myself I wouldn't cry... BWAAAA!" He began sobbing into Ruthad's shoulder.
Death suddenly leaned Iris down, "Kiss me my love!" As his lips got closer and closer, suddenly, everything disappeared into white puffs of smoke.
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With a started snort, Iris was awake, hopefully for real this time. Groggily she slightly lifted her head from her soft pillow, and realized where exactly she was. Her face turned beet red. She was lying in a fairly intimate position on the one and only Death, who seemed to be dozing comfortably with one hand behind his head and another resting on Iris's back. It was her turn to be surprised now when he shifted in his sleep, unconsciously tightening his grip on the back of the woman's shirt.
Hopefully Death didn't try and kill her for this... Well, it wasn't HER fault, really... She just tripped, and he didn't move... With that, Iris shrugged and set her head down again. Just this once, ok? This wasn't going to become a regular thing...
Hopefully she hadn't talked in her sleep... Iris's face got even more red... Great...
That was... Strange... Welcome to my mind :) Dont have much to say xD said it all last chapter's A/N
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