Time passes by fast in this story, so please don't be alarmed.

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The brunet, as much of a tsundere as he was, gave little attention to the little girl's death.

It didn't bother him too much since death was bound to take her life away sooner or later. It was only natural.

Hajime had only watched with no emotion as Nagito collected souls with a sweep of his scythe or a touch of his fingers.

Death still unfazed him.

"So," Nagito started, his wings beating as he rose into the sky, "Do you know what Heaven looks like?"

"No, because I assumed that I would go to Hell. And I was right." Hajime deadpanned.

He never really appreciated any of the three sections that made up the Afterlife, but if he were to choose one (when he was alive), he would choose Hell. His life was a living hell already, so what could possibly be different when he actually went to the underworld when he died?

"Well, Heaven's colors are white and gold, and it's terribly blinding. Your eyes will get used to it after a couple of visits. Don't lose your vision, though."

"How do you get there? If we go up, won't we leave Earth?" Hajime asked cluelessly.

Nagito roared with laughter, his body shaking and he almost dropped Hajime in the process.

"KOMAEDA! WATCH YOUR GRIP!" Hajime yelled as he started slipping from the albino's arms.

The Grim Reaper's laugh ceased, but a dark smile appeared in its place. 

"Hm? What grip are you talking about?" He said slyly as his hands slowly loosened around Hajime's waist, causing the brunet to slip from his grasp in an unhurried motion.

"KOMAEDA!!" Hajime yelled. "DON'T YOU DARE LET GO OF ME!"

"Eh? You mean like this?" Nagito dropped Hajime, watching as he fell.

The wind slammed against Hajime's face as the brunet fell, yelling, from the sky, plummeting towards the ground at an alarming rate.

The albino was suddenly at his side with his arms at the back of his head, amused at the situation.

"I let go of you. What are you going to do now?" He teased the panicking brunet.

Hajime's eyes were starting to water as the cool air of Japan hit his face. 

"You have two decisions." Nagito started, flying underneath him.

He put up one finger in front of Hajime's face.

"One. You can either do nothing and fall to your second death," He placed up another finger, creating the number two, "Or, you can admit defeat and fall into my arms."

He titled his head.

"Which one will you choose, Hajime Hinata?"

The brunet clenched his teeth in anger.

How dare the albino tease him in this way. The distance between him and the ground was becoming less and less. He had to make a decision.

He would do nothing and fall to his death. At this point, the brunet didn't care whether he lived or died. He just wanted to get out of all this mess.

Shutting his eyes tightly, Hajime braced for impact.

Instead of the cold and hard ground, Hajime felt himself embraced by strong, warm arms that circled around his waist.

Opening one eye, he saw Nagito smiling with an amused glint in his eyes as their bodies hovered an inch from the ground. Nagito had stopped their fall by opening his wings, propelling them upwards.

"I wouldn't let you die that easily, could I?" The albino chuckled. "I got what I wanted anyway, so it's a win-win." He shrugged.

"You got what you wanted?! I ALMOST DIED!" Hajime yelled in Nagito's face.

The Grim Reaper frowned.

"But you're already dead."

Hajime's scrunched up his eyebrows. He was done with all this.

"I want to leave."

Nagito tilted his head innocently.

"I'd like to see you try. You can't survive without me for a few hours, and you know that that's the truth." He set the brunet on the ground, folding his wings behind him. "Wanderers will come to try and devour your soul, and you won't have any defenses. You're weak and hopeless." He jabbed Hajime in the chest with one finger.

"I'll be fine if you give me a taser." Hajime rolled his eyes.

Nagito only laughed.

"A stun gun isn't going to do any harm against a Wanderer!"

Only if you knew...

"Well then," Hajime sighed, done with all this madness, "What will affect Wanderers?"

The albino tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"Wanderers can only be attacked by Grim Reaper scythes or their preferred weapons. It's either that or with the power of the Queen and King of the Afterlife. You see now? You can't live without me by your side."

"Then what can Grim Reapers be attacked by?"

"Anything physical as long as it doesn't come from a living person." He paused. "Are you trying to devise a plan against me?" He raised an eyebrow.

"So what if I am?" Hajime deadpanned.

"Then I'll have no choice but to leave you here while I go to the Afterlife and drop off the souls we collected today." Nagito played with his nails.

"Fine then. Do that. It's not like I care anymore." The brunet stubbornly said.

"If that's the case then..."

The albino took off his black jacket and placed it over Hajime's shoulders.

Warmth embraced the brunet's body as Nagito stood in front of his with only a white t-shirt on.

"Don't take it off," he warned, "Or you'll be gone from this world forever before I can come to pick you up."

Hah. As if. Hajime would probably escape before the albino could come back.

"Here's my last gift before I leave you for several hours." Nagito stepped forward, leaning over Hajime.

With a delicate touch of his lips upon Hajime's forehead, the Grim Reaper kissed the brunet at the top of his head.

"W-why did you do that?" Hajime stuttered with a tinge of embarrassment.

"Because I like you." The albino winked while sticking out the tip of his tongue in a teasing manner.

Hajime could only stand with his mouth agape, watching as the albino launched himself into the blue skies.