Yo, so here is one of my new stories...
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Reapers
By Jezmaiya
I do not own anything.
Should I continue or leave it as a one-shot?
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There is a thing called: Hotline Death
Voices of happiness and celebration chattered through the air as Seirin made their way back. It had been less than an hour ago when they had defeated Kaijou at a practice match, a massive achievement for the team. As of currently, the team was deciding on what they wanted to eat. It was small, but he felt it. Kuroko Tetsuya slipped out of his pocket a black smartphone, his eyes briefly glanced at the message on the screen. "Ano... I have to go." He said, his blank teal eyes stared back at them.
"But we're in Kansai." Hyuuga pointed out to the teen. They were no where near home.
Kuroko nodded, "Yes, but I have relatives nearby and there's been a small family emergency that I need to attend to." He informed them, his eyes flickered back to the cool smartphone screen pressed against his pale palm, there was another vibration.
"Okay, I guess we'll see you tomorrow then, Kuroko." Riko said, if it was a family emergency, it was best not to keep his family waiting.
Kuroko nodded, politely bowing before he lightly jogged away from the group.
They watched his back disappear in the distance. "I didn't know Kuroko had family in these parts." Koganei commented.
"Well, we never asked him." Mitobe soundlessly said, translated through Koganei.
"It's none of our business, it's best to just let him be." Hyuuga reminded them.
"I thought his phone was a light blue flip phone though." Kagami noted.
Izuki turned to stare at him, "What do you mean?"
"He was using a black smartphone, I haven't seen it in the market before."
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His feet slowed as he halted by the Japanese styled building before him. To any other tourist and visitor from elsewhere, it would have seemed like any other building along this street. But to locals, it was known as a itai hoteru, a 'corpse hotel'. It was a place where the dead truly rested in peace, waiting... To Kuroko, it was simply one of many places he had become familiar with. He walked in to come face to face with an elderly lady, the wrinkles on her face creased as she frowned at him, her lips began to part to reprimand him but she never got a word out.
"I have come to pick up my cheque."
Her lips smacked shut as her eyes widened slightly before she bowed her head, her arm lifted as it gestured to the door on the left.
"Room 404."
He made his way to the fourth room on the fourth floor. Unlike the rest, it's door was pure black and lacked a handle to enter but he didn't need to open it. His thumb moved to the button at the top of his smartphone, click. An electric jolt moved throughout his entire body but this didn't phase the teen at all. He took a step forward and passed through the door, and into a bustling street.
A gasp was heard from behind him, but it escaped his ears the moment he was fully immersed in the door.
"Madame! Madame!" The young girl cried as she entered the lobby of the itai hoteru. "A young boy, he just-"
"Don't speak child." The elderly woman whispered lowly, her hands shook as her long thin fingers played with the prayer beads in her palm. She rocked herself back and forward, comforting herself in a way. "Don't say a word. Never tell anyone what you saw, if you do..." Her breath caught. "They will come for you." She whispered warningly.
The girl gulped, she didn't understand. She was confused, but at the same time stunned at what she had just witnessed. That boy just now... He walked through a door, a solid door... That door. Ever since she started working here a month ago, nobody had ever used that room. Hell, there wasn't even a doorknob for that room to enter into it. In fact, the owners and managers of this itai hoteru seemed to avoid Room 404 at all cost. She didn't know why, she had thought that perhaps it was because the room was a bad omen. But that boy... He did the impossible, it wasn't human... Unless, he wasn't human but that's ridiculous... Right? "What do you mean, Madame?"
"They move like shadows,
Kuroko brushed away all thoughts as he entered a bustling street, he followed the flow of the crowd in the black and white world. Tall black buildings decorated the sky of the nameless city, but he didn't mind, he was used to it. All around people walked, their faces blank, their clothes black suits, dresses, formal wear of all sorts. He stood out like a sore thumb in his Seirin uniform, but it didn't bother him that much, he had been called in on an emergency.
taking on jobs as assassins,
He spotted his building and navigated with ease before he walked through the main lobby. Similarly to the street, he followed the crowd to the elevator and stepped on bored. He nodded at the doorman, the doorman nodded back at him.
debt collectors...
Floor 11. He got off the elevator and entered a white hallway with a single black door. A black name plate hung alone by it, beneath it, a keypad. Kuroko brandished his smart phone, he slide it into the keypad as he pushed his office door open. He entered the room where black office finishing sat, a single white light shone down at his desk. He dropped his basketball bag as he moved towards his fax machine. He had a two faxes. Kuroko read the contents of the paper before nodding to himself. He picked up the phone on his desk and dialled, "Hello, Kuroko Tetsuya here. I've called to confirm that your request as been accepted. Please be on standby for the next 24 hours with your payment." With that he hung up. Despite his blank expression, he was amused. 'This job will be easy.' As he put down the phone, his Seirin uniform was gone, in it's place a black suit. Kuroko hummed softly to himself as he picked up his suitcase, he unfastened to reveal a black bowl hat and a gun.
or even the devil incarnation themselves.
As he walked away, his shadow followed but it wasn't a suitcase in his hand or a hat on his head. No, some would describe it as a forked tail and horns... Others, a hood and a death scythe. It varied depending on how you looked at it.
There were many names for them, but they preferred Reapers."
Kuroko shut his office door before picking up his phone, he checked the fax documents once more before dialling the address into the map of his smartphone. He didn't remove it from his keypad. Once satisfied with the action, he knocked on the black door.
There was a silence before it was opened from the other side, a man answered it, he looked confused as he stared outside at thin air.
The teal haired teen smiled softly as he lifted his hat, appearing before the man startling him. He screamed as he fell backwards, widening the door to reveal a drug den. "Hello there, my name is Kuroko Tetsuya. I believe I have an appointment with well... All of you," he said, walking into what he could only assume was Ishiyama Shipping Warehouse. "I have come to collect your souls, now would you be so kind... And give them to me?"
The young woman felt her body shake, "So he's not human?" She asked, terrified.
"He never was."
They had reacted negatively, they took their guns out and began to shoot at him. He can't say he was surprised, they didn't seem like the friendliest people he had to collect from. "Tsk," sighed Kuroko, he dropped his hat back onto his head, vanishing from the human eye. They couldn't see him, but he sure as hell could see them. "It always comes down to this." He pulled as his black gloves before refilling his gun with bullets. The men had huddled into a circle, their backs facing to each other. Kuroko smirked, they had made his job a whole lot easier. "Goodbye sitting ducks." He took his aim.
"So he's Death?" Her voice had gone deadly low as this conversation progressed. She was petrified at this discovery. She didn't want to die, she was too young to die.
The elderly woman let out a grim laugh, she shook her head. "That's the scary thing my dear, there's more than one of them... There's a world of Reapers out there, and we don't know when they'll come to get you."
Kuroko looked back down at the fax in his hands, the blood on his gloves made it difficult of a task to read the names off this list he was faxed. After confirming he had got all his targets, he nodded to himself and left the warehouse. He passed through the door to enter his empty hallway again. Shutting the door, he reopened it to his office. 'Now the report,' he sat at his desk and loaded his computer. He sat patiently in silence as his box of a computer loaded. He didn't understand the high ups... They had upgraded the phones but left behind the ancient computers... Then again, he didn't really understand his existence at all... After all, he didn't really know himself how he came to be what he was right now - a Reaper.
When the machine before him was fully functional, he got to work filling up the form and paperwork. When he was done he picked up his phone, and dialled the same number once more. "The deed is done, your payment is due in 23 years, 3 months and 45 days when you die from a freak accident in your Shibuya apartment. You will die alone, in regret and in a lot of pain, but do not worry... I will come and relieve you by reaping your soul in return for reaping the 43 men you had me dispose of for you. Good day Sir, and goodbye." That was done. Kuroko nodded to himself as he put his hat and suitcase away, stowing in beneath his desk. After that, he left his office, his suit melting away to reveal his Seirin uniform once more. He picked up his basketball bag before plucking out the smartphone from the keypad. His thumb found the button as he clicked it, a similar jolt of electricity jerked through him before he walked through the black door. He found himself back in Tokyo, in the itai hoteru he had normally used to enter the Reaper realm. He made his way to the exit, bowing politely at the man at the main desk.
It was time to get back to his human life. "Kuroko?" He glanced back to see none other than Kagami. "So you're back?"
"Yes, everything is done and dealt with." Red eyes stared at the itai hoteru that Kuroko had just exited. "My relative owns this building." The little white lie had appeared to clear up any confusion in Kagami's brain as the teen nodded. "Are you headed to Maji Burger?" Asked Kuroko, he had every intention to get away from this place as soon as possible.
Kagami nodded, "We had steak but I'm still a bit hungry so I thought I'd go grab more food."
"You pig." Stared Kuroko bluntly.
"What do you mean?" Exclaimed Kagami in response.
Kuroko began to walk, Kagami followed in suit. "Only Kagami-kun can eat so much." He sighed. As Kagami ranted off his response, the phantom muted him, his eyes looking back at the itai hoteru as it got smaller and smaller off in the distance. 'Goodbye... For now.'
I wanted to try something different in my format for writing. So did you like it? One-shot or actual series?
Hope you enjoyed it, reviews are welcomed as always :)