Seven Days: Day One-Sunday, Death/OFC, Sandman universe, Miscellanious, M
Seven Days: Day One-Sunday
by
Ghost of Eternity
Summary: "But you love everybody..."
Pairing: Death/OFC
Rating: M
Archive: Spit Lines Like These, Passion and Perfection, Fanfiction.Net
Notes: Hopefully I can get this to fit into the mythos somehow...
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"I think I love you." she whispered as she wrapped her arms around me and
snuggled her head into my shoulder.
"But you love everyone." I replied, even as I buried my nose into her soft
black curls, breathing in her smell. Lilacs...
"I know... but with you it's different." she mumbled, her hot breath caressing
my neck. "I’ve never felt like this. Ever."
As I pulled her closer to me, my mind went back to a week ago, when we first
met...
To begin with, New York’s a pretty rainy place. But it was the middle of
summer, and you don't see many walking around with an umbrella, much less
someone walking into your store and...
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
My name is Chris. Chris Matthews. I work in an antique shop down in Chinatown.
The pay's not much, but it's enough for me and Waldo, my newfie. Anyway, the
shop I work in, Wong’s, pretty nice. We don’t sell any of the tourist crap
that you see in most of the stores. We’re an honest to goodness antique store
with stuff legally imported from china.
I had just finished my degree in history, with a minor in Asian languages,
which is why I was working at Wong’s. The owner, Mr. Tzu, needed someone to
talk with his customers, since his English was bad.
What? Oh yeah, sorry. So back to her.
I was minding the store while Tzu had gone out to get some food for him and
myself. It’d been a slow morning, and I was getting bored. I’d finished my
book that I was reading, and was now trying to find ways to amuse myself.
This meant at the moment, I was balancing some books on a vase, rather
precariously. I didn't hear the door open, mostly because I was trying not to
let the vase fall over. I had just managed to set it perfectly when someone
behind me spoke.
"Excuse me."
Startled, I spun my hand flying into the tottering towering. "Shit!" I dove to
catch the vase, only to have it caught by whomever it was that had scared me.
This of course meant that I ended up on the floor with a pile of musty old
books on top of me. Real graceful Chris.
Someone knelt beside me, "are you all right?"
I nodded, "fine, fine. Just give me a second to get up, and I’ll be right with
you." picking myself up from the floor and placing the books on the shelf
behind me, I turned to look at the customer... and my heart stopped.
She had to have been the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She still is.
Long, black hair, unbound in waves and curls around face... almost a doll's
face, but still womanly. Pale skin, honeyed cream would be the best way to
describe it. She wore sort of gothic clothes; black jeans, black leather
jacket and a Dickensian top hat. A small swirling tattoo under her right
eye... the most gorgeous dark eyes in the world. They sparkled with some kind
of secret, and I wanted to know what it was...
"Um, uh... welcome to Wong's Antiques and Curios. Is there uh, anything I can
help you with?"
The woman smiled, and inwardly I swooned. God dam, she was beautiful. "Not
really. I’m just browsing."
I tried flashing my best smile at her and said, "Well, if you need any help,
just let me know." feeling courageous, I stuck out my hand and said, "My
name's Chris."
She reached out her own hand. "I’m... Didi." she shook heartily, and we both
smiled, though mine was a little more bashful.
With that, she went over to our collection of parasols and began picking them
up, opening them and "ooh"-ing over the colors. I had to smile as I watched
her. There was such innocence in her, the way she walked and even breathed.
But yet, there was something else. Older, ancient... I couldn't place my
finger on it.
"Chris! I back! They not have pot stickers today, so I get mushu pork! Mrs.
Wang says it fresh." Mr. Tzu came in from the back door, his arms loaded down
with bags (he speaks English with me so he can practice his). "Oh, so hot
today! By the way, Chris, I pick up food you need for monster to eat (he means
Waldo). Mrs. Tiang says..."
He set down the bags and continued on; taking out the food he had procured,
along with some other items he had picked up. I helped him, but kept my eye on
Didi the entire time, watching her as she walked around the tiny store.
"Chris! Chris! Chris, you not like pork?" Mr. Tzu gestured toward the takeout
box on the counter, and I shook my head, knocked from my trance.
"No, it's fine Mr. Tzu. I was just looking to see if our customer needed
help." I nodded toward Didi, who was now exploring the tea sets we had just
got in last month. Mr. Tzu followed my gaze, and he smiled in that knowing way
of his.
"Ah, she very beautiful, yes?" he nudged me in the ribs. "Maybe you should ask
to dinner."
"Mr. Tzu!" I said aghast, wondering if Didi had heard our conversation.
Thankfully, she was still enthralled in the intricate weaving of the mandarin
jackets, and didn't seem to hear anything.
"What? You pretty girl! Deserve nice date once in a while. I even give you
weekend off!" Mr. Tzu sat down and began to eat, delicately using his
chopsticks.
I smiled a little sadly, "thanks but no thanks Mr. Tzu. I think I’m probably
destined to live out my life as a spinster. Maybe I should give in now and buy
a few cats?"
"Excuse me?" Didi, unnoticed by myself and Mr. Tzu, and come up to the
counter, holding a statue in her hand.
Ever the gentleman, Mr. Tzu smiled widely, placing his food down for now. "Yes
young lady. May I help you?"
To both of ours surprise, she asked in perfect mandarin, "how much for this?"
After a second of getting over the shock, Mr. Tzu answered happily, "$20. My
dear, where did you learn such perfect mandarin? Your accent is impeccable!"
Didi smiled, and I found myself blushing in spite of myself as she answered
Mr. Tzu, "I picked it up over the years."
While the two of them began to converse, I took a moment to mull over what Mr.
Tzu had said.
It’s true; I hadn't been on a date in ages. My last relationship ended over
"mutual arguments" and since then, I hadn't had time to really pursue anyone
else, what with school and work. I wondered if I could even get up the guts to
ask Didi out. People did that all the time, right? Asked complete beautiful
strangers to dinner... of course!
My train of thought was jarred by the sound of the door opening and closing.
"Bye, bye!" Mr. Tzu. Waved, and then sighed happily. "Ah, such a nice girl."
"She’s gone?!" I nearly shouted, leaping up from my chair.
"Yes, she--"
I didn't hear Mr. Tzu’s reply as I tore out the front door and into the
densely crowded Chinatown side walk. There! Her top hat peeked out over the
crowd, but it was moving quickly. I had to catch her!
Taking a deep breath, I took off at a sprint, weaving my way in and out of
people and running. Finally, just as I got to little Italy, I saw her duck
into a deli.
With my courage still filling me with adrenaline, I raced into the deli only
to crash into a customer. Everything went flying, and for the second time
today I ended up flat on my back, only this time I was covered in olive oil.
"I am so sorry--" I started to say before the old lady began beating me with
her purse, curing me out in Italian. I curled into a fetal position and tried
to protect myself from the raining blows, my words lost in the screaming.
After a few minutes, some one pulled the woman aside, and I opened my eyes to
see Didi kneeling beside me, smiling.
"You have a tendency to fall, don't you?" she asked as she took a silk hanky
from her jacket pocket and wiped the oil from my forehead tenderly.
The gesture caused my courage to return, and I sat up, my glasses sliding down
my nose. Ignoring them, I said, "I know this going to sound strange, but would
you like to have dinner with me?"
She looked at me oddly for a moment, and then she giggled. Not in a bad way,
but an amused sort of way. "You’re asking me on a date?"
And I, sitting on the floor of and Italian deli, olive oil dripping down my
nose, nodded.
Didi smiled again. "You got a pen?"
I managed to find one in my pocket, and handed it to her. She wiped the oil
from my hand and wrote on it (instead of a phone number, which I was
expecting) 'tomorrow, 6pm, Luigi's'. She helped me up and squeezed my hand.
"Don’t be late."
And with that, she walked out the door of the deli.
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Part One End
by
Ghost of Eternity
Summary: "But you love everybody..."
Pairing: Death/OFC
Rating: M
Archive: Spit Lines Like These, Passion and Perfection, Fanfiction.Net
Notes: Hopefully I can get this to fit into the mythos somehow...
---
"I think I love you." she whispered as she wrapped her arms around me and
snuggled her head into my shoulder.
"But you love everyone." I replied, even as I buried my nose into her soft
black curls, breathing in her smell. Lilacs...
"I know... but with you it's different." she mumbled, her hot breath caressing
my neck. "I’ve never felt like this. Ever."
As I pulled her closer to me, my mind went back to a week ago, when we first
met...
To begin with, New York’s a pretty rainy place. But it was the middle of
summer, and you don't see many walking around with an umbrella, much less
someone walking into your store and...
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
My name is Chris. Chris Matthews. I work in an antique shop down in Chinatown.
The pay's not much, but it's enough for me and Waldo, my newfie. Anyway, the
shop I work in, Wong’s, pretty nice. We don’t sell any of the tourist crap
that you see in most of the stores. We’re an honest to goodness antique store
with stuff legally imported from china.
I had just finished my degree in history, with a minor in Asian languages,
which is why I was working at Wong’s. The owner, Mr. Tzu, needed someone to
talk with his customers, since his English was bad.
What? Oh yeah, sorry. So back to her.
I was minding the store while Tzu had gone out to get some food for him and
myself. It’d been a slow morning, and I was getting bored. I’d finished my
book that I was reading, and was now trying to find ways to amuse myself.
This meant at the moment, I was balancing some books on a vase, rather
precariously. I didn't hear the door open, mostly because I was trying not to
let the vase fall over. I had just managed to set it perfectly when someone
behind me spoke.
"Excuse me."
Startled, I spun my hand flying into the tottering towering. "Shit!" I dove to
catch the vase, only to have it caught by whomever it was that had scared me.
This of course meant that I ended up on the floor with a pile of musty old
books on top of me. Real graceful Chris.
Someone knelt beside me, "are you all right?"
I nodded, "fine, fine. Just give me a second to get up, and I’ll be right with
you." picking myself up from the floor and placing the books on the shelf
behind me, I turned to look at the customer... and my heart stopped.
She had to have been the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She still is.
Long, black hair, unbound in waves and curls around face... almost a doll's
face, but still womanly. Pale skin, honeyed cream would be the best way to
describe it. She wore sort of gothic clothes; black jeans, black leather
jacket and a Dickensian top hat. A small swirling tattoo under her right
eye... the most gorgeous dark eyes in the world. They sparkled with some kind
of secret, and I wanted to know what it was...
"Um, uh... welcome to Wong's Antiques and Curios. Is there uh, anything I can
help you with?"
The woman smiled, and inwardly I swooned. God dam, she was beautiful. "Not
really. I’m just browsing."
I tried flashing my best smile at her and said, "Well, if you need any help,
just let me know." feeling courageous, I stuck out my hand and said, "My
name's Chris."
She reached out her own hand. "I’m... Didi." she shook heartily, and we both
smiled, though mine was a little more bashful.
With that, she went over to our collection of parasols and began picking them
up, opening them and "ooh"-ing over the colors. I had to smile as I watched
her. There was such innocence in her, the way she walked and even breathed.
But yet, there was something else. Older, ancient... I couldn't place my
finger on it.
"Chris! I back! They not have pot stickers today, so I get mushu pork! Mrs.
Wang says it fresh." Mr. Tzu came in from the back door, his arms loaded down
with bags (he speaks English with me so he can practice his). "Oh, so hot
today! By the way, Chris, I pick up food you need for monster to eat (he means
Waldo). Mrs. Tiang says..."
He set down the bags and continued on; taking out the food he had procured,
along with some other items he had picked up. I helped him, but kept my eye on
Didi the entire time, watching her as she walked around the tiny store.
"Chris! Chris! Chris, you not like pork?" Mr. Tzu gestured toward the takeout
box on the counter, and I shook my head, knocked from my trance.
"No, it's fine Mr. Tzu. I was just looking to see if our customer needed
help." I nodded toward Didi, who was now exploring the tea sets we had just
got in last month. Mr. Tzu followed my gaze, and he smiled in that knowing way
of his.
"Ah, she very beautiful, yes?" he nudged me in the ribs. "Maybe you should ask
to dinner."
"Mr. Tzu!" I said aghast, wondering if Didi had heard our conversation.
Thankfully, she was still enthralled in the intricate weaving of the mandarin
jackets, and didn't seem to hear anything.
"What? You pretty girl! Deserve nice date once in a while. I even give you
weekend off!" Mr. Tzu sat down and began to eat, delicately using his
chopsticks.
I smiled a little sadly, "thanks but no thanks Mr. Tzu. I think I’m probably
destined to live out my life as a spinster. Maybe I should give in now and buy
a few cats?"
"Excuse me?" Didi, unnoticed by myself and Mr. Tzu, and come up to the
counter, holding a statue in her hand.
Ever the gentleman, Mr. Tzu smiled widely, placing his food down for now. "Yes
young lady. May I help you?"
To both of ours surprise, she asked in perfect mandarin, "how much for this?"
After a second of getting over the shock, Mr. Tzu answered happily, "$20. My
dear, where did you learn such perfect mandarin? Your accent is impeccable!"
Didi smiled, and I found myself blushing in spite of myself as she answered
Mr. Tzu, "I picked it up over the years."
While the two of them began to converse, I took a moment to mull over what Mr.
Tzu had said.
It’s true; I hadn't been on a date in ages. My last relationship ended over
"mutual arguments" and since then, I hadn't had time to really pursue anyone
else, what with school and work. I wondered if I could even get up the guts to
ask Didi out. People did that all the time, right? Asked complete beautiful
strangers to dinner... of course!
My train of thought was jarred by the sound of the door opening and closing.
"Bye, bye!" Mr. Tzu. Waved, and then sighed happily. "Ah, such a nice girl."
"She’s gone?!" I nearly shouted, leaping up from my chair.
"Yes, she--"
I didn't hear Mr. Tzu’s reply as I tore out the front door and into the
densely crowded Chinatown side walk. There! Her top hat peeked out over the
crowd, but it was moving quickly. I had to catch her!
Taking a deep breath, I took off at a sprint, weaving my way in and out of
people and running. Finally, just as I got to little Italy, I saw her duck
into a deli.
With my courage still filling me with adrenaline, I raced into the deli only
to crash into a customer. Everything went flying, and for the second time
today I ended up flat on my back, only this time I was covered in olive oil.
"I am so sorry--" I started to say before the old lady began beating me with
her purse, curing me out in Italian. I curled into a fetal position and tried
to protect myself from the raining blows, my words lost in the screaming.
After a few minutes, some one pulled the woman aside, and I opened my eyes to
see Didi kneeling beside me, smiling.
"You have a tendency to fall, don't you?" she asked as she took a silk hanky
from her jacket pocket and wiped the oil from my forehead tenderly.
The gesture caused my courage to return, and I sat up, my glasses sliding down
my nose. Ignoring them, I said, "I know this going to sound strange, but would
you like to have dinner with me?"
She looked at me oddly for a moment, and then she giggled. Not in a bad way,
but an amused sort of way. "You’re asking me on a date?"
And I, sitting on the floor of and Italian deli, olive oil dripping down my
nose, nodded.
Didi smiled again. "You got a pen?"
I managed to find one in my pocket, and handed it to her. She wiped the oil
from my hand and wrote on it (instead of a phone number, which I was
expecting) 'tomorrow, 6pm, Luigi's'. She helped me up and squeezed my hand.
"Don’t be late."
And with that, she walked out the door of the deli.
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Part One End