Making History
"Hey." Fifteen year old Deni lay on the couch in her best friend's home.
"Yes?" Said best friend replied from his spot on the floor, leaning on the couch, with his head resting near her stomach.
"How does one make history?" The brunette asked in a bored tone.
"They do something for society. Depending on whether it is positive or negative, they go down as either 'heroes' or 'tyrants'. "The white haired boy replied equally bored.
"I know that, but I mean the saying on it own. It's just wrong. It supports selfishness. People don't do the things they do for a better future, they do it out of fear. They fear that when they die, they will be forgotten." She said lifting one arm lazily and dropping it on his head.
"True, but I still don't see how any of this is important. Your idea of small talk sucks, Deni." He grinned, taking her palm off of his head and inspecting it.
"Idiot, that's not small talk. I was just curious about the way you think, but if you're going to be like that, you can forget it." She replied taking her hand back and pulling on a strand of his hair. He chuckled, and reclaimed his hold the offending hand.
"Fine, I'll bite. What made you choose that subject, oh great one?" Not so subtle sarcasm laced the sentence.
"If you must know, I heard the saying in a song." The green eyed one replied, ignoring said sarcasm.
"Song? You mean Hey there Delilah?" Byakuran tilted his head on the couch to look at her. Deni nodded, smiling softly.
"Eh, you do realize that in that context it's supposed to be romantic, not literal?"
"I know, but I choose to ignore the romance. It sounds more epic taken out of context." She replied, sounding strangely pleased with herself.
"Deni?" The future mafia boss called out hesitantly.
"Yes, my one and only slave?"
"You're the idiot today." He answered, getting up from the floor.
"I'm going to get a drink, want something?" He asked when he reached the kitchen door.
"A supportive friend?" She said, rolling her eyes.
"Sorry, we're fresh out of those." Byakuran grinned and left the room.
"Why am I even here when you so obviously don't appreciate my company?" She called out.
"'cause you have no other friends, and you're house is currently 'occupied by the business people who are the most boring creatures in the universe', as you so eloquently put it." He replied without missing a beat, resurfacing from the kitchen with a soda in his hand.
"Byakuran?"
"Yes, my dearest imbecile?"
"You suck."