8888Dearie8888- Oh, god, I'm killing everyone with the cuteness it seems!
Lanny-Sama- I'm glad my transition with Death's personality is smooth ^^
VioletDawn00- If he does that is fantastic XD
general zargon- You know what? I'm pretty curious about it myself! XD
MewTwo3642- He's got the moves~!
Confetti108- Thanks!
Imaginefun- Of course I remembered your cupcakes and puppies, I quote you on that in rl! And right?! If I get married I want that!
GigiandMad- Not giving it away~! But you'll be happy with this chapter, I'm sure!
Alrighty, here's the next one!
Death felt the outline of the ring in his pocket nervously for the fifth time. He was worried the ring would fall out. He had just left the Jeweler's store with the two rings. He kept Ophelia's in his right pocket, his more guarded side, and his own in his left pocket.
The past couple days, she begged for the primrose, but he refused each time, telling her they would be worth the wait. She would get the flowers later tonight after they had dinner at her home. At first, he tried to insist he make dinner, even though he had no cooking skills whatsoever, but she remembered the incident where he almost burnt down his home vividly. She made up the rule "Death is not allowed in the kitchen unless it is to make tea, because you make really good tea."
It was late afternoon (three hours until he would go to her house) and he was watching the progress of a pair of his newest students. It was a simple one star mission with the evil human hardly falling under the category of being a threat, but it needed to be weeded out while it was still weak.
"Ah, I remember my first mission. T'was a real nuisance; ya gave me and my meister a toughie. Nearly broke my handle off, the bastard." He could feel Rowan glaring at him.
Death sighed in annoyance. "You're never going to forgive me for that, are you? The fact is the previous Death Scythe was able to get there before your spine was broken in half, shouldn't you be expressing a little more gratitude?"
"Oh, yeah, thanks, sir, fer tryin' ta kill me!" Rowan groused, folding his arms across his chest.
Death shook his head and focused back on the students. They had destroyed the target, the weapon absorbing the evil human's soul.
"I missed it. Darn you, Rowan, with your complaining! Now I don't know if they belong in the higher classes or not." He lifted his hand up and successfully landed a Reaper Chop.
Rowan rubbed his aching head. "Ouch. Ya didn't give me a chance ta block!"
"Why would I when I intended to hurt you?" He asked rhetorically.
He felt Rowan glare at him, but paid him no mind. His mirror made a ringing noise, the sound it made when one of his students wanted to reach him. He allowed the call to come in.
One of his older students, a boy named Jacob, saluted him. "Staff Meister Jacob reporting in, Lord Death!"
Death waved his hand. "Hey, how's it going?"
"Mission was a success, Lord Death; we have collected our ninety-ninth kishin egg soul." He answered, his light eyes gleaming with excitement.
His partner, a tall boy named Gabriel, stood beside him, beaming just as widely as Jacob.
"Great; I'm proud of the two of you for our hard work! Please return to the academy and rest up before I send you out to get the witch soul." He replied, genuinely happy for his students' success.
The two boys saluted him again. "Right away, Lord Death!"
They faded out and Death's reflection returned. Rowan stood a couple feet behind him, head tilted to the side in thought.
"I remember those two; came 'ere a couple years after me. Weird kids."
Death chose not to respond, finding the observation not worth responding to, and looked up at the window. The sky was beginning to darken. He turned to look at Rowan.
"The students have likely gone to their homes for the day. I will do the same and so should you." Death suggested, walking down the platform.
"Yeah, 'm pretty tired." Rowan yawned and jogged beside Death, following him out of the Room.
Death moved quickly through the halls toward the exit, growing steadily more anxious with each step.
Rowan, noticing his meister barely crossing the threshold of a power walk, remarked, "Someone's in a rush. Gotta date or somethin'?"
"No." He lied. He didn't want or need Rowan knowing what he was planning; the Death Scythe would only tell everyone in the city.
"Why don't I believe ya?"
"That's your issue if you cannot trust your meister." Death shrugged, stepping out one of the doors.
"Whatever. G'night, sir!" Rowan yelled over his shoulder, running down the steps.
Death waited until Rowan's wavelengths were far enough away before removing his mask and robe. Beneath his robe, he had on his usual suit with his skull tie slightly askew. He adjusted it nervously before shoving his hands in his pockets, feeling the two rings. He pressed his thumb against the gemstone of his own ring. When he was certain they weren't going to fall out of a nonexistent hole in his pockets, he continued walking, his steps falling silent on the stone.
The night air was cool against his skin and he subconsciously shivered. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt a breeze against his bare skin. Perhaps when he was a boy? He scratched his head, frowning when he couldn't come up with an estimation, then decided it wasn't important. All that mattered was he was experiencing it once more.
He kept to the shadows and avoided the more busy streets, freezing and holding his breath when he heard someone coming his way. At one point he even used his shadows to cover his body, making him blend in with the building he was pressed against during the time. He chuckled silently to himself, feeling like a spy.
The wind blew his hair back and he instinctively grabbed the long locks and stopped walking, frowning. Shinigami hair rarely, if ever, changed. If it was to be cut, it would just grow to the length it was before in just a matter of seconds. Yet, for some reason, his hair was shoulder length; a good few inches longer than his preferred style. He found it not only irritating, but puzzling. Though Ophelia had only seen him like this once before, he didn't think it bothered her, but if it did, he wouldn't mind cutting it again. He could only hope, however, his hair would stay the length it was cut.
Her house came into sight and he quickened his steps once more. Just a few more steps. He pushed open the gate door. The door was getting closer. He knocked and smoothed his hair down anxiously.
"Coming!" He heard her quick footsteps. She was eager.
Death held his breath as she opened the door and peered up at him, surprised. "Death? You walked here without your mask or robe?"
"Surprise." He said with amusement. She smiled and stepped aside so he could come inside. "I just finished up making dinner; come before it gets cold!"
She closed the door behind him and ran to the kitchen, her bare feet muffled on the wooden floorboards. Death went to the table and saw it was set, the candles lit. He chuckled when he saw a vase filled with water but no flowers waiting covetously for the primrose. He pulled the flowers out from his robe carefully and took out Ophelia's ring. He slid it onto the stems so that it was the sole thing keeping the primrose together. He sat at the table with the primrose concealed on his lap.
"I hope you like cooked venison; there wasn't much pick at the market this morning." She placed the cut meat on the table in front of him.
"Venison is more than fine." He reassured her, smiling slightly as he studied her.
She was wearing a light blue dress, the skirt of which brushed against the floor. The sleeves were short, stopping at the beginning of her shoulders. The choker he gave her was around her neck, the skull glimmering proudly against her alabaster skin. Her wavy brown hair, now mid-back, was pulled to the side, a white dahlia tucked behind her left ear.
"You look beautiful." He said earnestly.
Ophelia's face flushed pleasantly. "Thank you. You look nice, too."
She sat across from him and held her hand out for his plate. He gave it to her, watching her place two pieces of meat on it before spooning some fresh carrots onto the plate beside it. He took his plate back with a grunt of thanks. He waited until she had her food before cutting up some of the venison and eating it. The meat was seasoned with salt and pepper and seemed to melt on his tongue like butter. While he was only eating to entertain the idea he was human, he wouldn't mind eating venison again.
"How is it?" She asked, chewing her own meat thoughtfully.
"Delicious." He praised, smiling around his bite.
She smiled back, forking another piece. "I'm glad."
The remainder of their dinner was quiet, the two not finding it necessary to speak about meaningless things. They were comfortable enough with each other to not talk just to fill the silence. He helped her clear the table despite her protests.
"So, where are my primrose? You know that's the only reason why I invited you here." She demanded, her smile giving her away.
Death placed his hand over his heart and swooned. "Ah, you've wounded me with your cruel words!"
Ophelia laughed and gently pushed him. The nervousness returned and he cleared his throat awkwardly. He pulled the primrose out and handed them to her. She took them excitedly, but furrowed her brow when she felt something lightly jab her palm. She gripped the primrose higher on their stems and noticed the ring. She gaped at it before slowly looking at Death, expecting to look up at him. Instead, she looked down to see him on one knee before her. Her bottom lip quivered.
"D-Death? Did you drop something?" She asked weakly.
He shook his head and licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. "Ophelia, I love you with every fiber of my being. I would lay my life down for you. You mean more to me than anything. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Ophelia dropped the primrose and sank to her knees in front of him, her hands covering her mouth. Her watery blue eyes were filled with unshed tears. "You aren't joking?"
"I am dead serious." He answered somberly.
She threw her arms around his neck. "Yes. Of course I'll marry you!"
He fell back with the force of her hug and blinked in surprise. He was stiff in her arms for a moment before wrapping his own around her.
He couldn't keep the silly grin off his face as he placed the ring on her finger.
"I got the moves, baby!" He crowed in his ridiculous voice.