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I come as a newbie baring fanfiction! This is the first chapter of 2 finished ones for a fanfic I have started for the WONDERFUL pairing of GiriJasu. X3
Title: Gasoline
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rating: T for now, for Giriko's dirty mouth. X3
Author--Moi~!
The spider witch hummed to herself. She needed leverage of some sort…like a captive. Something that would put Shinigami at a disadvantage, if you will. It wasn’t until Giriko came into her room, swearing at that ‘goddamned priest’ that Arachne formed a slight idea.
“Bring him here,” she told him, her voice laced with an unidentifiable notion, though she was smiling behind her web-fan. “We’ll be conducting and experiment. I don’t care how you do it Giriko, just make sure he’s alive.” As the chainsaw left, her eyes darkened a bit.
“…we’ll see what happens when we take one of your strongest as a bargaining tool, Shinigami…”
Chapter 1
The air was thick--thick with the tension of the battle. This could possibly end it all, on either side. And somewhere in the abyss of trees, there was a particular one-on-one fight going on that could decide a lot.
The Chainsaw grinned ferally as he saw Justin fall with a soft thud. Unfortunately, the bastard was still breathing, but everything couldn't be perfect, right? the young priest groaned softly, sitting up after a moment. His head was starting to throb quite painfully, and his vision was getting a little blurry from all the smacking around. He half glared at the chainsaw, trying to catch his breath. His momentum had been thrown off earlier in the fight due to an ear bud malfunction, but he wasn't about to let that slow him down. Though, sharp kick to the side of his head, however, Giriko hoped did. "Get up!" he barked.
The Guillotine slammed back to the ground, rolling along the dirt a bit. Coughing loudly, the blond rolled onto his hands and knees, trying to stand as he spat out a bit of blood.
Giriko smirked, landing a well-placed kick on the small of his back, making Justin fall forward, catching himself roughly. He turned to face Giriko, clenching his jaw tightly. "...you heathen...."
The man laughed coldly. "Right. I'm a heathen because I don't follow your beliefs."
The young man forced himself to stand, forcing his blade out of his arm. "No. You are a heathen for acts against Shibusen. Do you honestly think that Arachnophobia will help you?"
"Well, where's Shibusen to help you?" the chainsaw retorted.
"Tch...." Justin's jaw clenched tightly, ignoring the sharp pain. He had to admit, he was alone on this one. "...they are tending to other matters..."
"Guess them losing doesn't matter here," Giriko snorted.
"meaning?" the teen snapped, loosing his patience with the heretic.
A rev of chains answered that. "Shinigami-sama's abandoned you." He gave a swift kick across the face.
Justin hit the ground hard, smacking his head hard against a rock with a resounding CRACK! His vision spotted for a moment to black. "nngh..."
The brunette gripped the younger man’s hair in an almost death grip, and slammed his head against the rock again. He let out a loud yelp, his legs curling tightly, his hands gripping feebly at Giriko's hold. Giriko let him go, only because his foe was clearly vanquished.
Justin lied there for a moment, breathing heavily, feeling warm blood dripping from an open gash on his head. He had a giant black spot in his vision, and he couldn't keep them open any longer. He glared weakly at the chainsaw before his eyes slipped closed and he lost complete consciousness. The only thing that kept the blond alive had been Arachne telling Giriko that he was much more valuable alive, and though he wanted to kill the brat anyway, he new better than to risk Arachne's wrath. So, Giriko simply dumped him in his room after being told he is responsible for him and cracked open a beer, intending to watch whatever was on.
It was a few hours before Justin started to come to. He groaned softly, rolling slightly onto his back and blinking up drunkenly at the ceiling. Giriko was much less sober, having had well over 5 beers by this time. "You 'wake?"
He sat up slowly, his head beginning to throb painfully. He half glared at Giriko, his heart not fully in it. "Where am I...?"
"'Rachnaphobya."
Justin blinked slowly. "...pardon...?"
"You'r'n 'Rachnaphobya," Giriko repeated, loosing what patience he had left.
The guillotine stared for a moment. "...you're a drunk, aren't you?"
"Not a drunk..."
He frowned a bit, standing up and immediately regretting it as the pounding in his head got worse.
"Bad ta move, I gotcha pretty good."
"so I noticed..."
The drunken weapon laughed. "'Cording to da bitch 'n charge, yer mine 'til the guy talks to 'er."
Justin scowled. "No, I'm not 'yours'. I'm going to leave." He started to the door.
He laughed. "'N' how're ya gun get outta here?"
"I'll find my way out."
"'Fore da shrimp fines ya?"
The priest furrowed his brow. "....excuse me...?"
"Da shrimp! Bout this tall, big nose he prolly sticks in da bitch's ass, he's sucha brown noser? Walks 'round inna butler suit all high 'n' mighdy, you wanna squash im lika mosquito?"
"...Ohhh....him...." Justin shrugged lightly. "Easy enough to deal with."
"'Til he bitches atcha. You never know who's gun be worse, da bitch or 'im.
Justin sighed. He didn't feel like dealing with this, he opened the door. "Adieu, heretic."
"...I jus' realized, ya talk funny."
He spun around. "I talk funny? This coming from the drunkard."
“Nada drunkard!"
He rolled his eyes and started out of the room. He was done. His head hurt, and he wanted out. Unfortunately for him, Giriko had the sense to lock his door. Justin stared at the knob, jiggling it a few times. He then glared over his shoulder. "Let me out."
He laughed. "Nope!"
"Let me OUT!"
"Not on yer life."
He spun around, regretting it as his head started spinning. "Why?"
"Yer pretty. Ya know what summa da guysd do to ya?"
Justin backed up a bit, pressing himself against the door in an attempt to stay away from the heretic. He was going to let the 'pretty' comment slide for now. "They wouldn't do anything...you're just messing with my head..."
"Eibon likes 'em pretty but...think he likes dark hair."
"shut up," the young priest ordered.
Giriko got unsteadily to his feet. "Don't like 'im either, he's nuts."
Justin pressed against the door again, silently swearing at the wooden boundary. He kept his face composed, staring cautiously at Giriko.
"Ya think dat slicin' 'em up'll save ya?"
"It's worked before," he replied, his voice not as steady as his expression.
Giriko snickered. "Someone's tried to getcha before?" Justin bit his tongue, his gaze faltering for a split second. "Can't blame 'em, yer pretty." This time, Justin didn't like the pretty comment. He glared at the chainsaw, a look of hatred in his sapphire orbs. Giriko merely laughed.
"Shut up!"
"Didn't say nuthin!"
Justin stiffened--the comments and the laugh had been enough for him.
Giriko stumbled over to him, using Justin as support. "Safer here, though, getcher hand offa the door."
The blond cringed a bit at Giriko's touch, ready to retaliate if need be. "Right, as if I'm any safer with you, the drunkard who brought me here."
"Prefer bein' dead?"
His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing.
He snickered, burying his face into his enemy's neck. "Yer crazy if you think it won't be tried again."
Justin clenched his teeth, shoving at Giriko to get him away from his neck. "Off."
Giriko stumbled a little before falling on his ass.
Justin blinked a little at the sight. He felt a little bad--he hadn't meant to push him that hard. But...then he found himself trying not to laugh.
The drunken weapon chose to curl up on the floor and sleep there for the night. "..Floor's comfy."
The guillotine giggled a little. "Can’t be THAT comfy...."
"Mm?"
Justin motioned to pull him up. "If you're gonna pass out, at least pass out on the couch..."
Giriko let him pull him up. "'Kay." Justin had a little bit of a hard time pulling the chainsaw up, but managed, he helped back to the couch before looking around, trying to find at least a blanket for his captor--which was a little odd, seeing as they were just trying to kill each other a few hours ago. Giriko happily fell face-first into the material. After much hunting, Justin managed to find a blanket, and quickly draped it over Giriko. He was thanked with a loud snore.
Justin giggled lightly to himself. It was an odd, but rather adorable sight really. I mean for goodness sakes, he thought to himself, adjusting the blanket slightly. Not that long ago we were attempting to kill each other. I have to give him a few props, however… He stopped, standing upright and looking around slowly. “…I am NOT going to stay here…” he whispered to himself, his hands balling into fists. Unfortunately, there was only one way in or out--that door. And it was locked. He mentally swore. “…I suppose I can play along for a while…until I can formulate a decent plan of action…” He sighed heavily, planting himself in a nearby chair, resting his chin in his hands.
If anything, no one had been anticipating this.
“We’ve lost sight of one of the death scythes.”
Spirit blinked slowly at Azusa. “What do you mean, ‘we’ve lost sight’? Who did we lose?” He stumbled over to her, glancing along her screens.
The strict death scythe sighed heavily. “I can’t find Justin. He was in this sector a few hours ago,” she explained, pointing to one of the lower screens. “But then I suddenly lost sight of him. I think we’ve lost him.”
“It’s Justin,” the red head snorted, a slight resentment in this voice. His jealousy wasn’t a secret. “He can take care of himself.” He sauntered back to his side of the monitors. “He’ll be fine.”
The dark-haired woman turned to him slightly. “…and if he is not, will you have that on your hands?” she asked coolly. She smirked in slight satisfaction as she saw Spirit’s shoulders go ridged. “He IS still a child, Spirit…”
He was silent for a moment. Then he let out a deep sigh. “…we’ll keep Justin’s disappearance quiet for now…if Marie knew she would go out looking, and we really don’t need to risk another death scythe.” He turned to her. “We’ll keep out eyes open. If no trace of him shows up in a few hours, we’ll alert Shinigami-sama.”
Azusa nodded. “Affirmative.” She turned back to her screens. “I don’t know if Justin can handle Arachnophobia on his own.”
“We’ll get him,” Spirit told her. “We’re not going to let one of our own down. It’s….kinda like that movie.”
“Movie?”
“Yeah…the one with the military and saving that one guy…what’s it called?”
Azusa laughed nervously, feeling that Spirit’s analogy was lousy. “…Saving Private Ryan…?”
“YEAH! That’s the one!”
The woman groaned. This was going to be a LONG day.
If you guys want more installments, please comment and ask. ^^
Title: Gasoline
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rating: T for now, for Giriko's dirty mouth. X3
Author--Moi~!
The spider witch hummed to herself. She needed leverage of some sort…like a captive. Something that would put Shinigami at a disadvantage, if you will. It wasn’t until Giriko came into her room, swearing at that ‘goddamned priest’ that Arachne formed a slight idea.
“Bring him here,” she told him, her voice laced with an unidentifiable notion, though she was smiling behind her web-fan. “We’ll be conducting and experiment. I don’t care how you do it Giriko, just make sure he’s alive.” As the chainsaw left, her eyes darkened a bit.
“…we’ll see what happens when we take one of your strongest as a bargaining tool, Shinigami…”
Chapter 1
The air was thick--thick with the tension of the battle. This could possibly end it all, on either side. And somewhere in the abyss of trees, there was a particular one-on-one fight going on that could decide a lot.
The Chainsaw grinned ferally as he saw Justin fall with a soft thud. Unfortunately, the bastard was still breathing, but everything couldn't be perfect, right? the young priest groaned softly, sitting up after a moment. His head was starting to throb quite painfully, and his vision was getting a little blurry from all the smacking around. He half glared at the chainsaw, trying to catch his breath. His momentum had been thrown off earlier in the fight due to an ear bud malfunction, but he wasn't about to let that slow him down. Though, sharp kick to the side of his head, however, Giriko hoped did. "Get up!" he barked.
The Guillotine slammed back to the ground, rolling along the dirt a bit. Coughing loudly, the blond rolled onto his hands and knees, trying to stand as he spat out a bit of blood.
Giriko smirked, landing a well-placed kick on the small of his back, making Justin fall forward, catching himself roughly. He turned to face Giriko, clenching his jaw tightly. "...you heathen...."
The man laughed coldly. "Right. I'm a heathen because I don't follow your beliefs."
The young man forced himself to stand, forcing his blade out of his arm. "No. You are a heathen for acts against Shibusen. Do you honestly think that Arachnophobia will help you?"
"Well, where's Shibusen to help you?" the chainsaw retorted.
"Tch...." Justin's jaw clenched tightly, ignoring the sharp pain. He had to admit, he was alone on this one. "...they are tending to other matters..."
"Guess them losing doesn't matter here," Giriko snorted.
"meaning?" the teen snapped, loosing his patience with the heretic.
A rev of chains answered that. "Shinigami-sama's abandoned you." He gave a swift kick across the face.
Justin hit the ground hard, smacking his head hard against a rock with a resounding CRACK! His vision spotted for a moment to black. "nngh..."
The brunette gripped the younger man’s hair in an almost death grip, and slammed his head against the rock again. He let out a loud yelp, his legs curling tightly, his hands gripping feebly at Giriko's hold. Giriko let him go, only because his foe was clearly vanquished.
Justin lied there for a moment, breathing heavily, feeling warm blood dripping from an open gash on his head. He had a giant black spot in his vision, and he couldn't keep them open any longer. He glared weakly at the chainsaw before his eyes slipped closed and he lost complete consciousness. The only thing that kept the blond alive had been Arachne telling Giriko that he was much more valuable alive, and though he wanted to kill the brat anyway, he new better than to risk Arachne's wrath. So, Giriko simply dumped him in his room after being told he is responsible for him and cracked open a beer, intending to watch whatever was on.
It was a few hours before Justin started to come to. He groaned softly, rolling slightly onto his back and blinking up drunkenly at the ceiling. Giriko was much less sober, having had well over 5 beers by this time. "You 'wake?"
He sat up slowly, his head beginning to throb painfully. He half glared at Giriko, his heart not fully in it. "Where am I...?"
"'Rachnaphobya."
Justin blinked slowly. "...pardon...?"
"You'r'n 'Rachnaphobya," Giriko repeated, loosing what patience he had left.
The guillotine stared for a moment. "...you're a drunk, aren't you?"
"Not a drunk..."
He frowned a bit, standing up and immediately regretting it as the pounding in his head got worse.
"Bad ta move, I gotcha pretty good."
"so I noticed..."
The drunken weapon laughed. "'Cording to da bitch 'n charge, yer mine 'til the guy talks to 'er."
Justin scowled. "No, I'm not 'yours'. I'm going to leave." He started to the door.
He laughed. "'N' how're ya gun get outta here?"
"I'll find my way out."
"'Fore da shrimp fines ya?"
The priest furrowed his brow. "....excuse me...?"
"Da shrimp! Bout this tall, big nose he prolly sticks in da bitch's ass, he's sucha brown noser? Walks 'round inna butler suit all high 'n' mighdy, you wanna squash im lika mosquito?"
"...Ohhh....him...." Justin shrugged lightly. "Easy enough to deal with."
"'Til he bitches atcha. You never know who's gun be worse, da bitch or 'im.
Justin sighed. He didn't feel like dealing with this, he opened the door. "Adieu, heretic."
"...I jus' realized, ya talk funny."
He spun around. "I talk funny? This coming from the drunkard."
“Nada drunkard!"
He rolled his eyes and started out of the room. He was done. His head hurt, and he wanted out. Unfortunately for him, Giriko had the sense to lock his door. Justin stared at the knob, jiggling it a few times. He then glared over his shoulder. "Let me out."
He laughed. "Nope!"
"Let me OUT!"
"Not on yer life."
He spun around, regretting it as his head started spinning. "Why?"
"Yer pretty. Ya know what summa da guysd do to ya?"
Justin backed up a bit, pressing himself against the door in an attempt to stay away from the heretic. He was going to let the 'pretty' comment slide for now. "They wouldn't do anything...you're just messing with my head..."
"Eibon likes 'em pretty but...think he likes dark hair."
"shut up," the young priest ordered.
Giriko got unsteadily to his feet. "Don't like 'im either, he's nuts."
Justin pressed against the door again, silently swearing at the wooden boundary. He kept his face composed, staring cautiously at Giriko.
"Ya think dat slicin' 'em up'll save ya?"
"It's worked before," he replied, his voice not as steady as his expression.
Giriko snickered. "Someone's tried to getcha before?" Justin bit his tongue, his gaze faltering for a split second. "Can't blame 'em, yer pretty." This time, Justin didn't like the pretty comment. He glared at the chainsaw, a look of hatred in his sapphire orbs. Giriko merely laughed.
"Shut up!"
"Didn't say nuthin!"
Justin stiffened--the comments and the laugh had been enough for him.
Giriko stumbled over to him, using Justin as support. "Safer here, though, getcher hand offa the door."
The blond cringed a bit at Giriko's touch, ready to retaliate if need be. "Right, as if I'm any safer with you, the drunkard who brought me here."
"Prefer bein' dead?"
His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing.
He snickered, burying his face into his enemy's neck. "Yer crazy if you think it won't be tried again."
Justin clenched his teeth, shoving at Giriko to get him away from his neck. "Off."
Giriko stumbled a little before falling on his ass.
Justin blinked a little at the sight. He felt a little bad--he hadn't meant to push him that hard. But...then he found himself trying not to laugh.
The drunken weapon chose to curl up on the floor and sleep there for the night. "..Floor's comfy."
The guillotine giggled a little. "Can’t be THAT comfy...."
"Mm?"
Justin motioned to pull him up. "If you're gonna pass out, at least pass out on the couch..."
Giriko let him pull him up. "'Kay." Justin had a little bit of a hard time pulling the chainsaw up, but managed, he helped back to the couch before looking around, trying to find at least a blanket for his captor--which was a little odd, seeing as they were just trying to kill each other a few hours ago. Giriko happily fell face-first into the material. After much hunting, Justin managed to find a blanket, and quickly draped it over Giriko. He was thanked with a loud snore.
Justin giggled lightly to himself. It was an odd, but rather adorable sight really. I mean for goodness sakes, he thought to himself, adjusting the blanket slightly. Not that long ago we were attempting to kill each other. I have to give him a few props, however… He stopped, standing upright and looking around slowly. “…I am NOT going to stay here…” he whispered to himself, his hands balling into fists. Unfortunately, there was only one way in or out--that door. And it was locked. He mentally swore. “…I suppose I can play along for a while…until I can formulate a decent plan of action…” He sighed heavily, planting himself in a nearby chair, resting his chin in his hands.
If anything, no one had been anticipating this.
“We’ve lost sight of one of the death scythes.”
Spirit blinked slowly at Azusa. “What do you mean, ‘we’ve lost sight’? Who did we lose?” He stumbled over to her, glancing along her screens.
The strict death scythe sighed heavily. “I can’t find Justin. He was in this sector a few hours ago,” she explained, pointing to one of the lower screens. “But then I suddenly lost sight of him. I think we’ve lost him.”
“It’s Justin,” the red head snorted, a slight resentment in this voice. His jealousy wasn’t a secret. “He can take care of himself.” He sauntered back to his side of the monitors. “He’ll be fine.”
The dark-haired woman turned to him slightly. “…and if he is not, will you have that on your hands?” she asked coolly. She smirked in slight satisfaction as she saw Spirit’s shoulders go ridged. “He IS still a child, Spirit…”
He was silent for a moment. Then he let out a deep sigh. “…we’ll keep Justin’s disappearance quiet for now…if Marie knew she would go out looking, and we really don’t need to risk another death scythe.” He turned to her. “We’ll keep out eyes open. If no trace of him shows up in a few hours, we’ll alert Shinigami-sama.”
Azusa nodded. “Affirmative.” She turned back to her screens. “I don’t know if Justin can handle Arachnophobia on his own.”
“We’ll get him,” Spirit told her. “We’re not going to let one of our own down. It’s….kinda like that movie.”
“Movie?”
“Yeah…the one with the military and saving that one guy…what’s it called?”
Azusa laughed nervously, feeling that Spirit’s analogy was lousy. “…Saving Private Ryan…?”
“YEAH! That’s the one!”
The woman groaned. This was going to be a LONG day.
If you guys want more installments, please comment and ask. ^^