Brook X GN Reader || I'm The Grim Reaper

Chapter 72

"Oh? Oh?! Oh, oh, oh?!?" Satan put his hands on his hips. You put your hands into fists, ignoring how annoyed he was making you. He was doing it on purpose. "What a surprise! Such a development! I could have never guessed this was going to happen from you two! Especially you, Brook! My most independent, self-serving, careless reapers... Offering up their eternal sentence in a mere gamble to save another reaper?! Don't tell me you've gone soft," He narrowed his eyes.

"...We don't need to explain ourselves to you," Brook said sharply, lowering his head to look up at him through his eyelashes. You spluttered as his bandana blew in your face when a breeze carried through the area, moving slightly away from him and out of reach of the fabric.

You paused. "I'm not doing this for anyone but me. So let's get on with it."
You're trying to save another reaper from their sentence in Hell... for yourself? I don't think it quite works like that, little Brook." Satan put a hand on the side of his face. "...Well, it does take a certain kind of person to walk all the way to Hell just because they're facing existential boredom." He closed his eyes.

"And I don't think you're doing this just because your ex-boyfriend is," He said without opening his eyes. Brook glanced sideways at you. "I can care about more than one person," You said slowly, folding your arms in front of you. "But I think we both know I would do that anyway." He smiled, opening one of his eyes.

"Once I win this game, you just might become my new favorite play toys... Since I have so much time to kill, with Scarlet all tucked away... God knows you both have so much trauma," He started, doing a little twirling gesture with his hand.

"I understand it's in your nature to be arrogant about our challenge, but we aren't not making this challenge baselessly," Brook said, his shirt and sleeves moving around in the wind. You tried not to look shamelessly, because Satan was there and things were still kind of awkward.

"Ah? So what's your base to challenge the king of Hell to a game of tag?"

Brook glanced at you. "Well, it's your chest." You shrugged, pointing your thumb at your own chest through your shirt.

"...What does that have to do with anything?"

"You were trying to hide it from us. You wouldn't turn around for a while until we got your interest. I was wondering why you had your back turned away for so long." "It's because Scarlet did that to you." Brook pointed at him. "She wouldn't have gone down without a fight." "And if she can manage to do that, then our odds of winning our little game is pretty damn good." You finished with a smirk.

Satan put his hands on his hips again. "That's your reasoning? You do realize she lost, right?" Brook rolled his eyes. "Obviously." He said, exasperated. ?But she did manage to scar you. And we're a lot faster than she is." "Very well..." Satan muttered, turning around and waving a dismissive hand. "Well, go on. I'll give you a ten-second head start."

You and Brook glanced at each other before turning around and going to hide. You wondered if you should really hide together and give him an advantage, but didn't dare ask Brook.

You followed him for a while, eventually coming to a stop behind a large statue or pillar of some kind. Brook leaned against it with his arms crossed, looking forward. His hair and clothes moved around him with the breeze, and you leaned against the stature, too.

You leaned towards him to whisper in his ear. "Should we really be hiding together?" He shrugged, closing his eyes. "This should keep him a while. We climbed up here without using any of our powers, and to top it off, we're downwind." You nodded understandingly, turning your head away from him slightly. "But don't be stupid. This isn't going to keep us hidden forever." You nodded again. "I have a bad feeling about this." You said, just barely loud enough for him to hear." "We've been safe here a lot longer than I expected." He said, suspicious. He narrowed his eyes, glancing to the side to get a look around the statue.

He glanced behind it, then moved his head all the way to look. Satan appeared in front of him suddenly and you let out a sound of surprise, grabbed Brook's arm, and pulled him back behind the statue. Not like it helped, because Satan blew it up, and black debris and dust were all around you. You squinted, moving backward as Brook put his hands up in front of himself to shield both of you. You gripped his shoulder as an anchor. "He was there the entire time," Brook muttered to no one in particular. "I noticed that, Sherlock," You replied.

Both of you were in the air, and Satan was on the floor with a sinister look on his face. His eyes were wide and a grin graced his features. Brook put his hands behind his head, gripping your wrist. Satan grabbed Brook's bandana as both of you moved and pulled it, and for a second you expected Brook to yank backward with it. It untangled itself from around his chin as both of you dashed behind him, touching the floor. You stumbled over your feet.

Satan glanced behind him with a smile. Brook landed beside you, using a hand to break his fall. "He's just about as fast as we expected. We can do this." Brook said quietly to you, looking at Satan with determined and narrowed eyes. Both of you turned, and he used his energy as he sprinted to make himself faster. You followed, still behind him. You hadn't run like this in a while. "Faster!" He yelled at you and you rolled your eyes. "I know, I know."

You both kept running, hair whipping in your face. You didn't stop. "I walked from Purgatory to here. We can run all the way back." He said calmly, and you sighed, continuing to walk forward.

A shadow loomed over both of you, making you glance over your shoulder. Your eye's widened, your stomach doing a flip as you saw what caused it.

Satan was in the air above both of you, his winds a blue of gold and black structures that seemed to keep him afloat. He had the same look on his face, the X on his chest no longer ripped, instead a spike shooting out of him. He launched himself forward, kicking Brook in the back. You cringed, not looking where you were going and tripping over your feet. "Surprise!" He yelled.

Yellow chains were everywhere, and they wrapped around your wrists and legs. You assumed they did the same to Brook as he grunted. "Fuck me," You muttered as the chains pinched your skin.

"Well, that was fast." -Graveweaver

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