[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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[tiedbydestiny]

"So you'd rather get reaped while you fix your socks than wait the five seconds it would take you to get under cover?" Chika growled. "You are such a moron!"

He ducked inside the crypt and waited for Shito to follow him before shutting the door again. Hopefully, nobody would notice the broken lock and come to investigate. Hopefully, the shinigami wouldn't find them here.

Inside it was dark and chilled, gloom seeming to seep out of the very stones. Chika tried to rid himself of that image. He didn't need to start getting creeped out. At least Shito was something nice to look at as a distraction...

Gods, what the fuck was wrong with him? Snarling silently at himself, Chika went back to considering how creepy the crypt was.

[tiedbyfate]

"I didn't get reaped, did I!" Shito snapped back, slipping through the door and stalking over to a stone crypt. He sat down on it and glared at Chika.

Though... it was hard to keep glaring. The little bit of light that filtered through the small high windows glinted off of Chika's hair and seemed almost to drip down his throat before being swallowed up by the shadow cast by his Adam's apple.

Shito looked away hurriedly, his eyes slightly wide. What the hell was going on?

He needed something to distract him, stat.

"Do you think it was the same Shinigami every time?"

[tiedbydestiny]

It was a school day and they were both in uniform, but Chika didn't care about the grime he was undoubtedly getting on it as he slouched against the wall. He was a little surprised Shito wasn't objecting, but then even the obsessive idiot did - mostly - seem to understand that getting dirty while they worked was just the price they paid.

Even with the dirt, Shito looked like he'd just stepped off an advertisement or something. There wasn't a wrinkle out of place, and everything was tucked in and buttoned up like it should be. Chika's fingers itched to just yank his shirt out of his pants, muss him up a little and make him stop being such a prick. His tie was so tight, it was no wonder he was so grumpy all the time. Chika could loosen it for him, maybe...

"How the fuck should I know? I've been too busy ducking to ask it's fucking name." Chika took refuge in anger as a distraction from his bizarre new interest in how tight Shito's tie was.

[tiedbyfate]

Shito sighed and leaned back on his hands a little, determined not to look at Chika. He kept feeling a little warm under the collar when he saw how mussed and sweaty Chika'd gotten - and what was with that, anyway?

Zombies shouldn't sweat. It was so irritating, and now he was starting to feel sticky and uncomfortable, just feeling the way sweat had soaked into his shirt.

On second thought, thinking about sweating was no better than thinking about Chika in a vaguely sexual fashion.

"I know that," he hissed, glaring down at Chika despite his efforts. "I just asked you what you thought. But of course, you're probably too busy moving your feet and lips to think at the same time. Sorry, I forgot that was beyond you."

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Chika glared right back at him. "Because you've noticed so much detail about our attackers, obviously. Why'd you bother to ask me, then? Oh wait, because you were just as busy running as I was. Loser."

There, that was better. They'd get into a fight like they always did, and get into each other's faces, and this weirdness would go away. No problem.

[tiedbyfate]

Shito got up and hunkered down, grabbing for Chika's collar. "Listen asshole!" he snarled. "I've been thinking a lot, even while I was running, and I think it is the same shinigami every time. But you'd rather just mock me and complain rather than giving your opinion!"

Wow, Chika...actually smelled really good. Shito leaned a little closer unconsciously.