"What the hell." Denji groaned, slowly getting back up.
"Get up Idiot," Power scolded, "I've picked out the clothes I want." She began confidently strutting down the hallway.
Denji on the other hand was still struck by the image he had seen. Was it a premonition? A vision? What the hell?
"P-power hold on a second." He caught up to her and grabbed her arm. "Somethin's wrong. I just had a really weird vision, like, super realistic. Somthin weird is happen'n."
"Nothing weird is happening! If it was, I, the great Power, would know!"
"But I-"
Suddenly Power threw her arms around Denji's neck, pulling him in close.
"Let me prove nothing is wrong~" she purred, leaning in close to him.
Denji was hesitant, but closed his eyes and leaned in as well.
"Denji? What're you doing silly boy?" A familiar voice cooed, a voice that wasn't Power.
He opened his eyes and he couldn't believe who was in front of him.
"R-reze?!" He yelped, the purple-haired bomb devil hybrid in front of him.
"Yeah? Who else would I be? You're acting weird today." She put the back of her hand to his head, "Are you sick?"
"N-no, I'm fine." He stuttered, looking around his entire surroundings had changed as well. No longer was he in the shopping center, he was in the cafe where him and Reze would meet. His mind was currently racing, trying to make heads or tails of what the hell was happening.
"Okay I'll take your word for it," she huffs, taking a sip from the coffee on the table.
Suddenly, the scene changed again in a flash.
They were now in Denji's room, Reze on top of him.
"So Denji, you ready to pull the pin on this grenade~?"
TBC...
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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.
