Day 4 [ Au ]
Title: Deathgod for Cutie Part 1
Pairing: ????
Rating: pg-13
Author's note: Hey everyone I thought I'd try to write for 25 days. This means I might post a long entry or a very short one depending on how busy I get. My hope is to get all the silly fic ideas I've had stored away but never wrote out and maybe it will help me to build up stamina for a series. (One can always hope). Today's entry is from a ficworm I had over a year ago it's short but only part 1.
Menacing clouds lurked in the streets and valleys, shrouding the houses of Chiba in an eerie fog. The lack of visibility, however, was no coincidence, for something far more sinister than nature prevented any passerby from seeing the bizarre events that were about to unfold.
A sharp blade tore through the air ripping the sky in two, to reveal a crackling hole. Out of the gaping darkness crawled a hooded figure. It wrinkled it’s nose in disgust as a few charred feathers fell to the ground, a casualty that the portal took before it closed. The figure swore profusely before spreading it's wings to full capacity and taking flight.
The silhouette of a young man bent over a desk clearly visible from the outside window of a small house. Inside the room sat a boy behind a wall of textbooks. A picture of a group of boys in knee high socks and jerseys stood propped up against a trophy. The boy looked up and read the messages that were scrawled across the pictures border: "Great save, " "Nice Season," "where did you get those golden hands? You better take care of them Masaki!"
Masaki sighed why couldn't the school part of his day be as much fun as his extra curricular activities.
Pencils and a cluster of loose leaf notebook paper with abandoned math problems avalanched the small wooden desk. The pencil held firmly in his grasp moved in a circular motion before descending quickly then springing forth again at acute angles. Masaki stared down at his work a stickman and a few doodles were all he had to show for the two hours of sitting there. The boy sighed. “At this rate I won’t get into any University.”
“Certainly not and with a doodle like that. Art school is out of the question too.”
Masaki whipped his head around. “Who’s there?” He looked under the bed, behind his desk and even inside the closet. “I stayed up so late that I'm hearing voices.”
Masaki rubbed his eyes, pushed all his papers to one corner of the desk, and grabbed all his books and school supplies into his hands. Now if he could only remember where he left his backpack. While pondering this he caught his leg on the desk and tripped, sending papers into the air and causing a notebook to fly onto the bed.
“Hey watch it that almost hit me”
“W-who’s there?” Masaki was certain it wasn’t his imagination this time the voice sounded as if it was right above him. When he looked up to confirm his stomach dropped in horror. “A g-g-ghost!” He pointed weakly.
“Who me?” The winged figure looked from side to side, “You can really see me?”
“Y-yes W-wwwhat are you?”
The hooded figure scoffed, “I’m a who not a what. Stupid humans. I can’t believe I had to take this job anyway I think you’re my client.”
“Cleint?”
“Yes I’m a deathgod, also known as angel of death, gatekeeper, or deliverer of souls....”
“I died?!” The boy started to wail, “I can’t go yet I haven’t, found link’s ultimate boomerange weapon, or played in the state championships, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet!!“ The boy burst into tears.
“Calm down you not dying.”
Masaki continued to sniffle but waterworks stopped. If he hadn’t died then what could this mean? Masaki noticed the notebook lying on the bed. It couldn’t be, Could it? “Then…my notebook does that mean whoever’s name I write in there will suddenly die?”
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard! Humans are getting stupider by the minute.” The deathgod crossed his legs in mid air. The sound of his wings were the only noise in the room.
“Then what are you doing here?” Masaki warily sat on his bed hugging his knees in the furthest corner from the deathgod.
“I’m hear to” The deathgod made a face as if he was disgusted “I’m here to…set you up.”
“What?”
“Being a reaper of souls doesn’t pay what it used to... so I’m on commission.”
“For who”
“Cupid.”
“Hhaahahahahahahahaha Cupid? Where are your fuzzy pink arrows?”
“Laugh it up virgin boy if If you don’t let me do the my job you’ll never know the loving of a woman.”
Masaki frowned. “So that’s why I’ve never had a crush on a girl cupid has never struck me with an arrow! Hurry up and do your job mr. deathgod I won’t bother you anymore”
The deathgod clicked his tongue, “You can call me Nino like everyone else does in the otherworld. Now lets get this over with.”
Pairing: ????
Rating: pg-13
Author's note: Hey everyone I thought I'd try to write for 25 days. This means I might post a long entry or a very short one depending on how busy I get. My hope is to get all the silly fic ideas I've had stored away but never wrote out and maybe it will help me to build up stamina for a series. (One can always hope). Today's entry is from a ficworm I had over a year ago it's short but only part 1.
Menacing clouds lurked in the streets and valleys, shrouding the houses of Chiba in an eerie fog. The lack of visibility, however, was no coincidence, for something far more sinister than nature prevented any passerby from seeing the bizarre events that were about to unfold.
A sharp blade tore through the air ripping the sky in two, to reveal a crackling hole. Out of the gaping darkness crawled a hooded figure. It wrinkled it’s nose in disgust as a few charred feathers fell to the ground, a casualty that the portal took before it closed. The figure swore profusely before spreading it's wings to full capacity and taking flight.
The silhouette of a young man bent over a desk clearly visible from the outside window of a small house. Inside the room sat a boy behind a wall of textbooks. A picture of a group of boys in knee high socks and jerseys stood propped up against a trophy. The boy looked up and read the messages that were scrawled across the pictures border: "Great save, " "Nice Season," "where did you get those golden hands? You better take care of them Masaki!"
Masaki sighed why couldn't the school part of his day be as much fun as his extra curricular activities.
Pencils and a cluster of loose leaf notebook paper with abandoned math problems avalanched the small wooden desk. The pencil held firmly in his grasp moved in a circular motion before descending quickly then springing forth again at acute angles. Masaki stared down at his work a stickman and a few doodles were all he had to show for the two hours of sitting there. The boy sighed. “At this rate I won’t get into any University.”
“Certainly not and with a doodle like that. Art school is out of the question too.”
Masaki whipped his head around. “Who’s there?” He looked under the bed, behind his desk and even inside the closet. “I stayed up so late that I'm hearing voices.”
Masaki rubbed his eyes, pushed all his papers to one corner of the desk, and grabbed all his books and school supplies into his hands. Now if he could only remember where he left his backpack. While pondering this he caught his leg on the desk and tripped, sending papers into the air and causing a notebook to fly onto the bed.
“Hey watch it that almost hit me”
“W-who’s there?” Masaki was certain it wasn’t his imagination this time the voice sounded as if it was right above him. When he looked up to confirm his stomach dropped in horror. “A g-g-ghost!” He pointed weakly.
“Who me?” The winged figure looked from side to side, “You can really see me?”
“Y-yes W-wwwhat are you?”
The hooded figure scoffed, “I’m a who not a what. Stupid humans. I can’t believe I had to take this job anyway I think you’re my client.”
“Cleint?”
“Yes I’m a deathgod, also known as angel of death, gatekeeper, or deliverer of souls....”
“I died?!” The boy started to wail, “I can’t go yet I haven’t, found link’s ultimate boomerange weapon, or played in the state championships, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet!!“ The boy burst into tears.
“Calm down you not dying.”
Masaki continued to sniffle but waterworks stopped. If he hadn’t died then what could this mean? Masaki noticed the notebook lying on the bed. It couldn’t be, Could it? “Then…my notebook does that mean whoever’s name I write in there will suddenly die?”
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard! Humans are getting stupider by the minute.” The deathgod crossed his legs in mid air. The sound of his wings were the only noise in the room.
“Then what are you doing here?” Masaki warily sat on his bed hugging his knees in the furthest corner from the deathgod.
“I’m hear to” The deathgod made a face as if he was disgusted “I’m here to…set you up.”
“What?”
“Being a reaper of souls doesn’t pay what it used to... so I’m on commission.”
“For who”
“Cupid.”
“Hhaahahahahahahahaha Cupid? Where are your fuzzy pink arrows?”
“Laugh it up virgin boy if If you don’t let me do the my job you’ll never know the loving of a woman.”
Masaki frowned. “So that’s why I’ve never had a crush on a girl cupid has never struck me with an arrow! Hurry up and do your job mr. deathgod I won’t bother you anymore”
The deathgod clicked his tongue, “You can call me Nino like everyone else does in the otherworld. Now lets get this over with.”