I sexually identify as kilometers per second because I really wanna km/s.

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This week has been helLLlLLlLlL and i needed sleep so i didnt update ;-;

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"Run away with me."

Nagito's anger depleted due to the shock sudden request. He had never once thought about actually escaping the Afterlife before; it seemed impossible.

"What do you mean 'run away with you'?"

"Run away... away from everything. From Hell, from Junko. From this world."

"To where then?"

"Somewhere no one will be able to find us. Just you and me."

Nagito opened his mouth, flabbergasted. Had they such the audacity to do so?

"This time, I promise, Junko won't be able to find us."

Nagito's face crumpled into a stern expression, crossing his arms as his wings started to ache more than they had before.

"I disobeyed the rules. I'm not breaking them again, Hajime."

The brunet's eyes flitted over Nagito's scarred wings and his expression faltered, guilt washing over his features.

"If we can- are able to -run away, it won't happen to you again."

"We'll get caught." Nagito frowned.

"This time we won't."

Honestly, it wasn't a matter of if they got caught or not. What concerned Nagito the most was what Junko would do once she got hold of their plan. The thought that terrified the Grim Reaper the most in this scenario was the Queen using Hajime against him, threatening to kill him unless he obliged to her wishes.

He feared that scenario and that was what drove his decision.

"No."

Hajime stumbled backward, for he was quite sure that Nagito would accept his offer.

"No?"

"No, Hajime. I won't run away with you."

I won't run away with you since I don't want you to get hurt because of our reckless decisions. As much as I want to... I just... can't.

"Why not? Is it your chains? I'm pretty sure that there's a way to get it off-"

"No is no. It's not the chains. It's not because of the rules. It's because I don't want to." The lie rolled off his tongue swiftly; better than he had expected.

Nagito turned away, spreading his aching wings.

"You were able to save me, so I assume you now know how to fly. I don't need to carry you anymore." He leaped into the sky, tilting slightly as he did so.

"Komae-" Hajime's voice was cut off by the wind that rushed past his ears.

Every wing beat made his back scream in pain and his lungs were still burning with the seawater that he had inhaled. His movements kept faltering, his flight path like one of a plane's that hit unexpected turbulence.

His wings suddenly cramped and his heart jumped to his throat, fearing that he was going to plunge into the ocean again.

Fortunately for him, strong arms gripped his waist, securing him to a warm chest.

"You can't even support yourself anymore," Hajime said. "How are you going to continue living like this?"

"I'll manage."

"Please reconsider my request. If Junko keeps abusing you like this, you'll die one day."

"I'm already dead." Nagito deadpanned, squirming in Hajime's grip.

With a deep dive, Hajime shot through the vortex connecting the Afterlife and the world of the living, arriving in Hell.

The scent of the ocean lingered in Nagito's nose as the putrid scent of the Underworld hit him in the face. If he did take Hajime's offer, he didn't need to witness any more dead people.

He wouldn't need to serve anyone again.

He wouldn't need to obey rules.

He wouldn't need to live in Hell anymore.

He could be free.

"Hajime..." Nagito spoke softly as they arrived in their room.

"What?"

"Maybe I would like to run away..."

"Wait, really?"

"But promise me one thing," he inhaled, barely doubting what he was about to say. "I will take full responsibility if Her Majesty finds out."

Hajime's smile faltered while his wings drooped, sagging against the ground.

"We're not going to get caught."

"As a precaution."

Hajime shook his head, his fists balling up.

"You're not going through that torment again. I'm not watching you suffer anymore. You're not taking full responsibility."

"I am and that's final."

Hajime opened his mouth, but Nagito silenced him with a glare. He was not letting Hajime go through those punishments. Heck, Junko's punishment for Hajime would be worse than Nagito's by tenfold.

"Then these chains..." Hajime lifted up his arm, the metal band on his wrist appearing in the dim light. "How are we going to get them off?" He started pulling on them, trying to inch it off of his wrist.

"There is only one way to get those off."

"Which is?"

"An angel's feather." Nagito sighed.

Hajime's face brightened.

"Then we'll just take one from them. It should be easy, right?"

"You need more than one. And I am not privileged to touch angels and neither are you."

Hajime gritted his teeth, irritated by the sudden news.

"Then what do we do now?"

Nagito walked over to the drawers and started rummaging through them.

"We go to the Black Market."

"Excuse me?"

Nagito whipped out two black tickets, handing one to Hajime.

"You're a Mafia lord. You should know what those are." Nagito shrugged, proceeding toward the closet.

"Yeah, I know what they are. But in Hell?"

Nagito ignored his question, flinging a ragged cape and torn jeans at him. Hajime caught it, changing instantly.

"Is Izuru still there?" He asked instead, changing from his black hoodie to the green one.

"Izuru? Yeah. Why?"

"Tell him to take control of your body. Your temper may get us in trouble." The albino took off his glasses, setting them on the table side.

"You don't trust me?" Hajime sounded offended.

"It's a precaution."

"These clothes are a precaution then?"

"Yes."

Hajime sighed, mumbling something under his breath. His body trembled while his eyes turned a piercing red color. His mouth flattened into a line.

"You don't need to be out long, Izuru," Nagito reassured him. "Just only before we pass through security."

Izuru stayed silent, his eyes narrowed in boredom.

"Let's go then."

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Nagito had been to the Black Market plenty of times before and surprisingly, was well acquainted with a few of its members.

"Welllll," a hissing voice came from the entrance of the market. "Loook who it issssss."

A serpent with three heads appeared out of the darkness, their tongues slithering past their teeth.

"If it issssn't the Grim Reaper." The second head laughed. "And who do you have with you thisss time?"

"Hajime Hinata, my apprentice," Nagito replied truthfully. Thankfully, Izuru made no noise, much to his relief.

"Ticketsss?" The third head smiled sinisterly.

Nagito gave the serpent both his and Hajime's tickets, not once breaking eye contact with them.

"Hm... You may passsss."

The doors opened and Nagito thanked the snake.

"You can leave now, Izuru."

Hajime's eyes returned to the colors they had been before, one red and the other olive.

"That was one freaking snake." Hajime shuddered, earning a laugh from Nagito.

"Without it, chaos would ensue."

The streets were bustling with spirits, each wandering to stalls and buildings. Most of them were shady and sketchy, some turning toward their direction and taking long glances at them before returning to their work.

"Who do we need?"

"A girl under the alias Nightshade."

"The poisonous flower?"

"That's not her full name but yes."

The Grim Reaper walked into an alleyway, crouching down at the dead end of the path.

"Uh... Komaeda? You sure you got the right location?"

"Of course."

"...There's no door."

Nagito smiled, tapping lightly against a piece of wood on the bottom of the wall.

"Watch."

The ground under the two opened, teeth appearing at the sides of the sinkhole. Hajime fell in first, trying to grab a hold of Nagito.

"What the hell was that?" Hajime yelled as they were falling.

"It was a mouth."

"A what?!"

A cold rush of air hit their skin when a dim light enveloped their bodies. Hajime landed on his bottom, groaning. Nagito, on the other hand, remained unscathed, brushing off the invisible dust on his jacket.

"Hello, Belladonna." He grinned slyly.

A girl with brown hair up to her waist sat on top of a table, a braid wrapped around the crown of her head. Her eyes were the same red as Hajime's, and her outfit consisted of black jeans and a crop top, accompanied by a fitting red jacket decorated with gold lining that fell at her ankles. She was wearing combat boots along with black gloves. Oddly enough, a large gun was strapped to her back so that she looked like a general of an army.

"I told you not to call me Belladonna, Nagito. It was either Nightshade or Bella." Nightshade leaped off of the table, brushing down her outfit.

"Oh, and who is this?" She examined Hajime, spreading his wings to investigate them. "Your apprentice, perhaps? Never knew you had one."

"He was with me since last year."

Nightshade raised her eyebrows, collapsing in the chair behind the table.

"So... Nagito and uh..."

"Hajime." Nagito supplied.

"Hajime. What brings you here against Junko's rules?"

"We need angel feathers."

"Angel feathers?" Her voice was laced with amusement as she placed her chin on her hands. "That's a hard bargain. How many?"

"Six." Hajime cut in.

"Six. You planning on running away?"

Oh, dang. She was smart.

"What do you want for it?"

"What I want for six angel feathers? Your role, maybe. Do you know how much trouble I went through to get ten?" She threw her hands up in exasperation, reaching behind her to pull out a velvet box.

Nightshade opened the box, revealing ten golden feathers. She smiled innocently, placing her hand out in a handshake to seal the agreement.

"Your role for six feathers."

"No." Nagito immediately said. Anything but his role.

"No deal then." She started closing the box.

"Something else."

Her red eyes narrowed and a smirk made its way across her face.

"Something else? His wings." She pointed at the silent Hajime.

"What?!" Hajime blurted out, tucking his wings back protectively.

"I need them for a project I'm working on. Also, my client wants one of them." She yawned.

"No," Nagito growled, standing in from of Hajime.

"Oof. Protective much?" She huffed. "Well then, if you won't give me any of those, at least treat me to a game."

"A game?" Hajime echoed.

"Russian Roulette, to be precise."

"The egg game?" Hajime cut in.

"No! Not the dang egg game! What the hell is wrong with people these days?! The gun game, genius."

"Oh, that's easy enough. I can do it."

Nagito stopped Hajime with an arm, blocking him from traveling any further.

"Wait."

Nightshade always had a second part to her deals, something that would make it more interesting. At least in her opinion.

"But instead of one bullet, there are five. One for each feather. And obviously, you can't play the game with six bullets so..."

"I'll still do it." Hajime volunteered.

Nightshade shook her head, placing her legs up on the desk.

"No. Nagito has to do it. Or no deal."

"Alright. Give me your gun, Hajime."

The brunet whipped his head toward the albino, his eyes wide.

"Oh, no you aren't. You're going to die!" He shouted, his brows furrowing.

"Relax," Nagito smiled, grabbing the weapon out of Hajime's back pocket. "Have faith in me, would you?"

Hajime grabbed Nagito harshly by the forearm, his eyes narrowed.

"You-"

"Uh, uh." Nightshade pulled out her gun and aimed it at Hajime. "No can do, lover boy. Go stand in the corner."

"Relax." Nagito pried his fingers off, removing a bullet from the gun. "Trust me."

He knew this would work. His talent had never failed him before.

Nightshade watched with glee as Nagito rested his index finger on the trigger.

Click.

There was no gunshot. No bullet made its way through his head. He wasn't dead.

Calmly, he turned toward Nightshade, removing the gun from his forehead.

The brunette laughed, unfazed by Nagito's supernatural luck.

"Best of luck in your endeavor to escape this wretched place." She grinned, placing the box of six feathers in his hands.

Hajime was in disbelief when Nagito placed the gun in his hands.

"See? I told you I would be alright. There was no need to waste your energy in panicking."

"H-How?" Hajime stuttered, following Nagito out the door.

"My skill as a Grim Reaper is luck. I have an ample amount of it and it has never failed me once."

"Wha-?"

Nagito shoved a feather in his face, urging him to break his chains.

"Don't ask. The faster we get this done, the faster we can escape. You go first."

"What about you?"

"I'll wait until you go first. Now hurry up."

Hajime uncertainty placed the feather on the cool metal. Right after the golden feather had touched the chain, both materials disappeared.

"It worked." Hajime breathed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It actually worked."

"Of course it did," Nagito stated simply, placing the second feather on the chain on his right wrist. Then his left.

Hajime assisted him with the ones of his ankles.

"Last one," Nagito mumbled.

It was finally happening. He was about to escape Hell for the first time. He was going to experience freedom. He was-

Right before the tip of the feather touched the chain around his neck, a booming voice exploded throughout the Black Market, causing Hajime and Nagito to freeze in their tracks.

"NAGITO KOMAEDAAAA!!"

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Oof it was a rough start for the beginning of this chapter UWU hope u guys dont mind-