Power and Denji arrived at the clothing store, Aki and Angel followed closely behind. Power hadn't much of a fashion sense, so she scrambled around the store. All the while still holding Denji's hand.
"Uh...you can let go yknow..." Denji muttered.
Power didn't listen though. She still kept plowing through the store, capturing clothing left and right. Finally, she stopped at the fitting room entrance.
"You stay out here okay?!" She yelled, finally letting go of his hand and stomping into the fitting room. A small slam of a door could be heard from the direction in which she ran off.
"She makes everything so extra." Denji complained, sitting down on small bench in the fitting room waiting area.
Who knew that dating would be so demanding? Denji thought. I thought I could just take it easy and fuck whenever I wanted...
Suddenly, an image flashed across Denji's mind. An image of an event that never took place in the past nor future. An image of
Power's decapitated head, on the floor of some sort of apartment.
"What the fuck!?" Denji yelled out loudly. Some people in the store looked over at him in surprise.
Denji, now on the floor, breathing heavily, and staring at the ceiling, yelled out again. "What the fuck was that?!"
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DEVILS
Short StoryDenji is sure about what he wants. Though maybe he isn't? He has a lot of thoughts in his head right now and decides to talk to his buddy, Power for guidance.
