[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]

"You started it, bastard!" Chika retorted, grabbing his shirt in turn and hauling him that much closer. It was a familiar position - they ended up like this at least once a day, spitting mad and yelling right into each other's faces.

Something about it felt different this time. It was hard to hold on to his anger when all he could think about was to wonder if Shito and Junpei had ever argued like this - and if it had ended up with the predictable reaction if you were lovers instead of friends.

Not that it mattered, because Chika and Shito weren't even friends, so obviously nothing was going to happen like that.

So he should just stop thinking about it.

[tiedbyfate]

They were way too close, way too close in that way that would have set Shito's heart beating too fast and too hard if his heart ever beat at all. He leaned just a little closer, or maybe Chika did, their lips touching for an instant before Shito threw himself backwards and crab-crawled back against the crypt he'd been sitting on earlier.

"What are you doing!?"

[tiedbydestiny]

"What am I doing? What the hell are you doing?" Chika scrambled to put distance between them as well, but there wasn't nearly enough distance available. Even on opposite sides of the mausoleum, they could still stretch out their legs and touch feet. Still close enough for him to smell Shito, even though he shouldn't have been able to smell the bastard at all. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

[tiedbyfate]

"I didn't do anything! You just--" Or had he? Shito wasn't sure who had initiated the kiss, though he knew he hadn't meant to do it, no matter what. He kept his feet drawn up, so he wasn't touching Chika with them, but he was still too close, and fetching with his face flushed and his eyes wide like that.

What would it feel like to be held in his arms? Chika was pretty strong, physically, with a slightly larger build than Shito. Not by a lot, but still, noticeable. He'd probably feel--

"What the fuck is this?" he snarled, jumping to his feet to pace. "Some kind of effect of the shinigami? Or are they both symptoms of the same thing?"

[tiedbydestiny]

Well, that pretty much confirmed he wasn't the only one suffering from seriously disturbing thoughts. Though they didn't feel nearly as disturbing when he was watching Shito pace, his face all flushed and upset and...

Groaning, Chika buried his face against his knees. "This is... wait." Looking up again, eyes narrowed, he drew out his iphone. A couple of quick gestures against the screen, and he'd brought up the community. Slowly a flush crept over his face, and his eyes widened again. "Well, fuck me. Looks like it's not just us - and I don't think it's got anything to do with the shinigami."