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⚠️Quick warning⚠️: I don’t put a lot of trigger warnings unless they are BIG ONES. So don’t hate on me when I don’t give you any and something happens. Anyway, enjoy!
Having a blade held to my throat was nothing new. So many have tried to kill me, all having been in vain. I even tried it myself to see if this was really me; sure enough, it was. But this time, it was different. This time it was in the comfort of my own home, if you could even consider it that. It was more of a prison than it was anything else.
I was asleep. Well, as asleep as I could be. I could never stay relaxed for very long. I had already been fully conscious. Yet they somehow managed to get close enough to be holding a dagger to my neck.
My eyes shot open as I looked at the man on top of me. He was a bit smaller with a more feminine shape to him. He had a dark mask over the bottom half his face, and long midnight blue hair tied up in a neat ponytail. He wore a long-tattered, black jacket, light yellow; purple fingerless gloves, and a few chorus flowers neatly tucked into his hair, indicating he had connections to The End. I let out an exasperated breath before I spoke.
“What are you waiting for? You can end it right now assassin.”
His once determined look quickly shifted into one of surprise as I spoke.
“Wha- who are you? I have a dagger to your throat, and have you no fear?” He questioned. His eyes pierced mine; the strange beauty in them unmistakable. A beautiful purple faded into a soft yellow, his pupils a soothing brown instead of the usual black of a human.
“You aren’t an Immortal, you idiot. You should fear for your life right now.”
“Darling, I’m offended. You really don’t believe I could kill you right now if I wanted to.” He swiftly turned away his head, I could tell he was trying to connect dots.
“Overconfident asshole.” He muttered under his breath, the tone in his voice close to fearful.
“What is it? You think I’m gonna hurt you? Honestly.” I sighed. “I’m not who you think I am.”
“Then enlighten me.”
‘Enlighten me?’ What did he mean? Was he asking who I am? Didn’t he know you lost your identity when you joined the games? Or….was he asking who I am…who I used to be. I knew it was sarcasm, but I couldn’t stop the words from escaping my lips.
“I suppose it can’t hurt, I’m not allowed to let you leave with your life anyway. My name is Isaac, Isaac Starbert, but you may know me as The Reaper.”
The pressure on my neck from the blade lightened up, before pressing down near enough to near draw blood. I could feel the fear in the way he held the knife. Could see it in the way his mask moved with his breath.
“If you let me live, I won’t slit your throat.”
Rolling my eyes I sighed. “What part of ‘I can’t die,’ don’t you understand? Plus if I really wanted to kill you, I would have done it already.”
At this, the man seemed taken aback. I suppose he’s not used to having a conversation with the one he’s trying to kill.
Letting out another deep breath, I grabbed his wrist and pulled away the dagger from my neck. As I gently tossed him to the other side of my king bed, smoothly slipping the blade from his grasp.
He grunted as he hit the tough mattress. He was lighter than I anticipated, and accidentally threw him Harder than intended. Damn it. I was so used to taking on bigger opponents, I didn’t even think about his size before I acted. Part of me hoped I didn’t hurt him; but the whole reason this man was here, was to kill me. I shouldn’t care if he got hurt or not.
I shifted to be in a proper sitting position and turned my attention back to this supposed assassin. Most of his facial features were covered by the mask he wore; one small detail stuck out to me now, one that I should have noticed right away. Two purple circular marks with a small dark line connecting each one to an eye. I stared at him while he caught his breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly. It was all starting to make sense, the yellow and purple eyes, the flowers, the way he managed to get to me without making a sound. This man wasn’t a man at all, He was a Shulker.
So I was graced with the presence of the rarest being known to mankind. I wonder what I did to deserve such a privilege.
I rolled my eyes at the sarcastic thought.
“So, you’re a shulker, yes?” A simple question, really, one he must have been asked a thousand times before. No answer came; he only continued to stare up at me. “Uh… Are you ok?
Fuck. What was I supposed to do? I had never been in a situation like this before. He just kept staring at me, with those eyes. Why am I so fixated on his eyes. Did Shulks develop some type of mind control…hypnosis shit or something? Is that even possible? How would they even do that?
“Did…Did I break you?” Oh gods, I think I broke him. Was he shaking, is that fear I see in his eyes? No. It couldn’t be… could it? Did I really scare people that much? I suppose it didn’t help that I was holding the knife he planned to kill me with.
I threw the dagger into my dart board on the wall, and somehow managed to hit a bullseye. Damn it, that was not going to reduce his fear like I was intending. I looked back at him, he was still staring at me, but now it was different. Now there was something in them I couldn’t quite place.
I gently eased my body off of him, releasing his wrists that I was apparently holding down. I moved to his side and looked at his body, I did not regret it. He was what I thought, thin, but distinct muscles that were tense as fuck. He looked good like this, lying on my bed, and silently begging…
“Why haven’t you killed me?”
Okay. That was unexpected. “I don’t just kill people, even if you all think I’m a monster, I had a life too.” Fuck, what was I saying. Why was I confiding in this man, who was actively trying to kill me not five minutes ago. “I said it before, I’ll say it again. If I wanted you dead, I would have done it the second I saw you on top of me.”
From what I could see of his cheeks, they turned a nice shade of pink. Was he blushing? No, it was probably just lighting. Wait, was he thinking I meant…
“I- I didn’t mean it like… fuck.”
His eyes squinted, and he looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh. Was this man laughing at me?
“Hey, don’t laugh at me. You thought it too.” He only laughed harder, it was infuriating. It was a higher-pitched laugh that seemed so… genuine. Why was everything this man did so fucking genuine?
“I- I’m sorry.” He started, gasping for breath from laughing so hard. “I never thought the big bad Reaper would be so awkward.”
“Sh-shut up! I am not awkward!” fuck, was I? Was I really that bad? “If anything you’re the awkward one.”
“You’re the one stuttering over your words in this conversation.” Goddamnit, he had a point. I’m not used to talking to people, but he's not a person. I can’t think of him as one, if I do, it’ll hurt more when I kill him... Kill him… I had to kill him. I didn’t have a choice, if only I had a single damn choice in my life.
I took a deep breath, calming myself. I can’t let my emotions get the better of me,
I haven’t in eight thousand years. I’m not about to start again now. Except… this is the first time it’s in my own home. No. I won’t falter now, I can’t falter now. I swung my legs over the side of my bed, standing as I took another deep breath. I walked to the dart board I had previously thrown the man’s dagger into and plucked it from the fiber.
The man had stopped laughing and was now watching me intently. I hated how the lack of his laughter pained me so much, how it made my heart ache. He didn’t move when I climbed back on the bed. It was like he had given up. I never thought killing someone who had given up, would hurt so much. Fuck, I was letting my heart in. I had to stop. I had to do it, now.
Raising the blade I avoided his perfect freaking eyes. I couldn’t watch while I did this. Couldn’t see the fear, while I killed such a beautiful man. I brought it down hard and…
Nothing. No screams, no cries, no blood. I couldn’t do it. I stopped millimeters away from his skin. His heart. I tried to force it down, down into his chest. Just fucking kill him! Why couldn’t I kill him? What was wrong with me? I had no problem killing people in the arena, why not now?
“Fuck!” I shouted. I turned away, I didn’t care where I looked, just as long as it wasn’t at him. I didn’t realize I threw the dagger until it was out of my hands and shattering the pane of the glass door. Great, that was going to be fun to explain. I wasn’t sure where I was looking, just that I was and it wasn’t at him. “You need to go.”
“What?”
“They’ll be here to investigate that soon, if you want to keep what I spared you, leave.” For a second I thought he wouldn’t, he didn’t move for a long moment before the weight on the bed was gone, and all that was left was a singular chorus flower in his place. I may not know a lot about social cues, but I do know a thank you when I see one. And for the first time in eight thousand years, I could finally appreciate something.
“It’s not my fault you can’t handle the truth,” I said, arms crossed and rolling my eyes like a teenager.
“You’re the one who let them escape!” said the red-haired woman, I can never remember the name of. “I mean really, you’ve killed thousands of people, but you can’t kill one assassin?” I shrugged at her comment, as far as they knew; he was at my throat, I took his dagger and threw it at him, but before it could hit him he was gone. They didn’t need to know how I failed, how I let him leave, they definitely didn’t need to know about the chorus flower I had carefully stashed away in a drawer. “We’re going to have to move you now, idiot.”
I rolled my eyes, they’re acting like this isn't the twelfth time in her rein over the games she’s moved me. “Ok, when do we leave?”
“Now
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Hello my children! Kiwi here! I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 of my little gay men. It took me an upsetting amount of time to write this. But please make sure to get food and drink water today! Chapter one is probably my least favorite that I’ve written, so when the other chapters are up, please read. It gets cute. These are my personal oc’s, so please don’t ask what they’re from. I love you all! Please take care of yourselves. If not for you, for me? Anyway. I’ll see you in the next chapter. BFN!