Chapter Seventeen - Dancing With the Devil

After helping Miss High School climb into her bedroom via her window, I walk back to the apartment, the cool wind slapping me as if it were getting me prepared for what is soon to come. Not that anyone I live with would care if I were out. I could get killed and they probably wouldn't even notice until one of the girls brought my disappearance up, if they were to even notice.

"Luci?" a male voice asks softly. "What are you doing out at this time of day?"

"What are you doing out at this time of day?"

"Looking for you, duh," Maou says, leaning against a pole. "Now answer my question."

"I was thinking."

"You can think at home."

"Why'd you call me Luci? I thought I've told you not to-"

"I can call you whatever I want, now tell me why you decided to sneak out."

"Why do you care?"

"I care about everyone, Lucifer."

"Doesn't seem like it." I say, brushing past him.

He grabs my arm, aggressively pushing me up against the nearest wall.

"What the hell has gotten into you?"

"It isn't what's gotten into me," I say in bored tone of voice, hoping his strength won't increase with the amount of fear I'm trying not to let off. "It's what I've decided to finally let out."

His grip softens along with his facial expression. "Care to explain?"

"Not really, no."

"Let me rephrase that, then; You are going to explain to me what you mean."

I have no idea how to explain it, though. 'Oh, well, I'm falling for this straight guy who, you know, pretended to care for me and then pretended I didn't exist when he was finished playing with his chew toy'.

"There isn't anything to explain." I sigh.

His pushes me further into the wall, hurting my back like hell.

"There is always something to explain." he says, his voice sounding both worried and pissed off.

"Not this time there isn't."

"There is and I can tell. I've known you literally forever, and I know how to tell when you're upset. This is clearly one of those many times, Hanzo."

'Many' seems like a bit of an understatement. Who would've thought that making other people's lives terrible could lead to yours being terrible as well? That fucking bitch Karma. Like I've said before, sometimes I wonder how different life would be if I hadn't fallen; how life would be if I never started to think those impure thoughts...

"It's nothing, okay."

"Damn it, Lucifer!" he shouts, punching the brick with his fist. "Why can't you tell me? What did I do to make you not trust me?"

I don't want to tell him. I shouldn't. He really doesn't deserve to know. Or does he? Maybe he does deserve to know and I'm just the one who doesn't deserve someone as precious as him?
Yeah. Yeah he deserves to know.
He deserves to know that I am nothing, even though he's already proved he knows that.

"I.. You know how people fall in love?" I ask weakly.

He nods.

"You... You fell out of it. And that tore me apart. I had actually thought you cared about me and you didn't. You fucking didn't. I thought maybe I actually meant something to someone. I don't know how I could ever think that. Who the hell could ever care about someone as broken and worthless as me, right? And now, after all these horrendous years, I still think about it. How you claimed to have loved me. How you claimed that my saying of your name is music to your goddamned ears. It's funny, isn't it? How I could believe someone as perfect as you would have any real interest in me.."

I find the ground pretty interesting, the dampened grass and slightly-muddy sidewalks. Anything is interesting to me at this moment, since I don't dare look up into Maou's eyes.

"Hey, Urushihara, look at me.." Maou says softly.

I slowly look up at him, completely shocked that he isn't smiling or showing any signs of finding this humorous.

Before I can comprehend anything further than that, his lips are against mine, and I instantly kiss back, being the hopeless romantic I now am.
I'd say some shit about melting into it or whatever, but there isn't any need for that; I like it very much and that is all that matters okay.

I don't know about you, but I'm almost tempted to laugh when I realize how I act all tough and badass, but I shrink and get really nervous around Maou. I don't know if it's because of his power or if it's because this is how infatuation feels. Either way I find him attractive and that's what's important I guess. His attractiveness...

What the hell am I blabbering about; I'm kissing the love of my life for crying out loud.

He slowly pulls away, staring intently into my eyes. He then engulfs me in a hug, and even though I don't normally do affection, there can be just one exception.

"I don't think you're worthless," he whispers, swaying slightly. "I never have and I never will. I love you way too much to think that."

A/N: cheesy kiss scene yay
ships setting sail yay
an update yay
having only about a month left of a busy schedule kind-of-yay

I both like this chapter and hate it...
Tell me what you think (bc I crave your comments more than I crave that mineral. that meme died, smh)?
Thank you so very much for reading and I hope you enjoyed this cutsey-ish little chapter I managed to scrape up in a week.
I love you more than I love GerIta (and that's a lot so feel very special mkay)
Until next time~