This Time(AngelDevilxReader){Completed}

Chapter 3

{A While Later}

~Your POV~

Angel's A Bit Worrisome Around Me. He Thinks I Don't Care To Live And He's Been Extra Careful Not To Touch Me. When Power And Denji Come Over He'll Go To His Room Without Being Told. He Hates People But He Doesn't Want Me On His Case Or Trying To Carry Him Again. Kobeni Says I Traumatized Him While Denji And Power Find It Hilarious. Also, Angel Isn't Hiding From Power. Power And Angel Do Talk And Are Almost Friends But He And Denji Don't Really Know Each Other And Denji's Human So Angel Refuses To Be Around Him, At Least Outside Of Work.

Most Of Division 4 Is In America Going Down A Lead With The Gun Devil. Kobeni's One Of The Ones That Went. That Leaves Angel And I Home Alone.

I Got Home. It's About...10pm? Maybe?

"Welcome Home." Angel Shouted.

"Hello." I Shouted Back.

I Went To Get Something To Drink. Angel Was Looking In The Fridge.

"Could You Hand Me A Water?" I Asked.

He Grabbed Two, Closed The Fridge, And Handed One To Me. My Hand Brushed His As I Took It. He Froze.

"Are You Okay?" I Asked After I Took A Sip Of Water.

"...Why Don't You Care If You Touch Me?" He Asked.

"What Do You Mean?" I Asked.

"My...My Ability Could Kill You. Yet You Don't Seem To Care." He Stammered. "I'm A Devil, If I Die It's A Blip. I'll Revive...But Your Human. You Won't Come Back. Why Don't You Care If You Do?...Are You Okay?"

I Smiled At Him. A Genuine Smile. Not The Fake Ones I Use To Avoid Making People Feel Awkward. Angel Looked Confused.

"Angel...Do You Know How Old I Am?" I Asked.

"...26?" He Asked.

"Visually, Yes. When I Was 26 I Was Cursed By A Devil." I Told Him. "I'm Actually 2326."

He Looked At Me Blankly. Obviously He Didn't Believe Me. The First Time I Met Angel, I Was 212; He Didn't Believe Me Then Either.

"I'm Immortal." I Told Him.

"That's Not Possible." He Said. "Unless..."

He Took My Hand And Closed His Eyes.

"Nothing Happened..." He Said, Opening His Eyes. "It Doesn't...You're Not Lying."

"Why Would I?" I Told Him.

Angel Stared At Me.

"Here I Was Thinking You Were Trying To Use Me To..." His Sentence Drifted Off.

He Shook His Head.

"Nevermind." He Said.

"You Know What It's Like To Want To Die." I Said.

"It Seems Silly Now...You've Been Alive Thousands Of Years And Don't Seem Tired Of It." He Stated. "I've Only Been Revived For A Hundred Years."

"Knowing You've Had Maybe Hundreds Or Thousands Of Other Lives Seems Tiring." I Told Him.

He Nodded.

"But You've Outlived Everyone." He Said. "How Do You Deal With That?"

"I Numb Myself." I Told Him. "I Don't Allow Myself To Get Close To People."

"I'm Sorry." Angel Apologized.

"It's Fine." I Said.

We Stayed Silent For A Little Bit.