[RL with Shito]

[tiedbydestiny]

Chika could almost feel the scythe just inches from his neck. The sensation was so strong he was positive that if he glanced back he'd see the shinigami hovering right above him, ready to reap him and end his unlife forever. He had to force himself to keep his eyes in front of him, but he'd seen plenty of horror movies. It was always the guy that

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[tiedbyfate]

The worst part was, Shinigami were nearly silent, even to zombies. It was impossible to know when one was sneaking up behind you, until you felt them materialize to deliver the killing blow. That was why Shito had been caught by surprise the day before.

Which was why he knew the way the hairs had risen at the back of his neck didn't actually mean that one was behind him right now. But he sure wanted to turn around and make sure.

He spotted a gap in the stone wall they were running along and grabbed Chika's hand. "This way!" he hissed and tugged him through the small gate into a large graveyard.

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As they ducked into the graveyard Chika risked one - just one - quick look back. No point in hiding if the damned thing knew where they were, he told himself.

It was nowhere to be seen. Which didn't necessarily mean it wasn't hovering over them, invisible, but he could only be so paranoid before it would drive him nuts.

"Perfect," he muttered under his breath as they wound among the gravestones. "Why would a shinigami go to a graveyard? Everything here is already dead. And except for us, none of it is moving anymore, either."

[tiedbyfate]

"We should still get out of sight. It could come in here if it's looking for us on purpose," Shito said, dropping Chika's hand and striding across the grass.

It was an old graveyard, some of the graves weathered so much that the names and dates were illegible. In the middle of the graveyard was a stone mausoleum, and he headed for that.

As he stepped over a low gravestone, he paused to pull up his socks.

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Chika saw where his partner was heading, and agreed with the notion. "At least the stupid Christians are useful for something," he muttered. "They seem to be more likely to have shrines you can actually go inside." Reaching the door, he smashed the lock with his sword. When he realized Shito wasn't with him, he glanced back and scowled.

"Will you just leave your damned socks alone for five seconds?" he demanded. "You can fix them after we're inside, for crying out loud!" Though the position did give him a nice view of Shito's...

Chika's eyes widened and he shook his head. He had not just almost had that thought.

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Shito straightened, socks no longer slumped around his ankles, and trotted over to Chika. "It's so annoying, though!" he growled. "I can't leave it alone. It gets all bunched under my foot and it hurts."

Chika was so irritating sometimes, though Shito had to admit that when he swung his sword around the muscles in his shoulders and arms bunched quite--

Wait, what?