Chainsaw Boy

Chapter 2: Out of the frying pan into the fire

He felt a shake stir him to wake, warmth encompassed his body. This awakening was much more abrurpt as he snapped awake recalling his previous encounter. "W-where are we!?" he asked his small voice cracking. It seemed his throat was still dry.

"Oh just on our way to pick up food at the rest stop." The calm lady, Makima if he recalled right, replied.

"A-ah.. food?" he instinctively placed a hand at his stomach. Come to think of it, he was hungry...no he thought shaking the thought out of his mind. Sure she saved him, but that doesnt mean she's willing to feed him it'd be too much of a bother, or atleast it seemed that way from the way everyone else treated him. His reasoning however, was quickly betrayed by a growling stomach, causing his face to glow with embarrassment.

Makima seemed to find it endearing atleast from the giggle anyway. "You are hungry right?"

"Erm..I-I dont have any money" he whispered hesitantly. Please don't hit He chanted quietly in anticipation, only for nothing to come.

Makima tilted her head "Why would I expect a 10 year old to pay their own meal?" Her words were laced with an honest perplexion, As though the very possibility of him paying for himself was ridiculous. Is she an angel? he pondered for just a moment, before snapping back to reality "O-oh.. I..I guess that is silly" It was an odd mix of relief and realization that smacked him in the face. On one hand it was a taste of normal. On the other normal was , for him , weird.

He couldnt be suprised he supposed, living in a shack paying off mafia debt, by hunting devils with a chainsaw dog didnt exactly scream normal. Pochita... He fumbled the small ignition cord in his palm. A wave of regret rushed through him I'll keep my promise buddy Granted, what dreams had he to follow?, he wasnt quite sure of yet. Sure he would talk to pochita about flying or living it big but, he couldnt really think of much he wanted. Other than having his friend back. Well.. he thought I atleast wanna have a cool dream.. so Pochita won't be embarrassed. He looked up from his thoughts only to find his attention being taken by Makimas stare.

"U-um.. s-should I sit up?" he paniced. Adjusting to sit

"Your fine, just enjoy the ride. Cant have you dying, can we?" she said with a smile

"I-I'd die!!?" he exclaimed in worry. Heart racing. He stiffened up deciding to not move even an inch.

His panic seemed to be enteraining, as chuckles filled the air in response to his worry. Which he wasnt not much a fan of, since his life was appearently on the line.

"Something like that" her smile didn't change. She shifted her head to gaze out the window eyes lightning up, pleased. "seems like were here."

He could feel the car come to stop as they pulled in. The cars mechanical hum ceased with the small jingle of keys. "Here, ill help" Makima's gentle hand push him up as the automated trigger of each door unlocked. Dazed, he grips makimas shirt with small hands. "Easy" Makima said softly easing him up. The jacket slid down as he repositioned, Makima plucking the jacket quietly from his lap "Put this on alright, its cold" She held it slightly above the begining of each sleeve. shes offering to-? he shook his head "O-okay". He slipped the first arm in as Makima put the second on for him.

"Now turn around" she commanded in a soft tone. Not one to disobey Denji turned around to meet her gaze. "Good boy" His arms locked as he met her face to face. She really was pretty, Denji could feel his face heat up. She grabbed the bottom, buttoning the suit jacket up with nimble fingers. With each button placed a small needley sensation crept up his neck, It felt nice, like goosebumps. The jacket was comically big the collar doubling as a scarf, while the sleeves drapped past knees.

Makima smile stuck as she rolled the large sleeved up for a better fit. "Warm?"

Denji nodded. As much as he didnt want to admit it, it felt good to be in her jacket. It was as though he was in a big hug that protected him from the elements. "Good, now come." she took his hand helping him out of the car. As he met the fresh air, he took a deep  breath of the smell of the jacket, taking in its fragrant scent.

The scene was almost picturesk to denji, a small building with a food stand nestled in it, The fatty smell of sausages being cooked on a skillet. Warm food he could feel himself salivating from the smell. Eyes darting up to makima a small smile grew on his face. He couldnt believe it actual food, not just bread but real food. Even when his dad was there warm food was still a rare reward. His mind raced with possibilities, what would he get maybe a *insert the foods from the show and cheap japanese foods* 

He was so lost in thought that he didnt notice that Makima stopped st the midway point to the counter.
"So what do you want?" Makima asked pointing to the menu lit above the food stand.

"Udon! and eermm....Swaasauge?" He attempted to mouth out the word out, which to his dismay, did not work out the best. "I..is that cool?" he followed up with quickly. she nodded "Very cool" making there way up to the counter the man became obscured by the counter blocking his vision.

Denji frankly hated being short, but it was somethimg whether he liked it or not, came to work to his advantage for awhile.

"An order of curry udon, udon, and with sausage on a stick, please" Makima asked, placing a hand against Denjis back. The support was well timed as Denji could feel his legs give out from under him. On impulse he leaned against Makimas leg to hold himself upright.

In the midst of his of fighting his fall, his vision began to blurr, only  to feel himself get hoisted into the air.
"someones tired, arent you?" her voice was coaxed with the familiarity of family. He could only muster a yawn in response as he felt a strong pull to dream.

the old worker chuckled "Well it is a bit early for kids his age" the old man

Denji leaned against her shoulder, his mind ran blank. Though he was technically concious, in function he was completely out of it. The voices of the others dulling out to muffled whispers. The only thing he could really hear clearly was Makimas heart beat, or maybe it was their own? Either way his vision slipped again

It felt like a blink when he came back too. He yawned rubbing at his eyes, he shifted mindlessly, sight transfixed on the table. "food!" he practically jumped into the air. "Excited are we?"
Denji nodded rapidly before pausing. "C-can I?" he begged. She responded with a nod "You may though-" his eyes lit up like christmas trees, before digging in like a boy possessed. "Ish tashtes sho goodsh!" food sprayed out his mouth as he spoke, stray noodle and broth caking his mouth.

"Slow down" Makimas voice cut through the boys wild torrent of eating. "Here, Say "Ahh" " She cupped his bowl with a hand and using the other, plucked a noodle with chopsticks offering it to him. He paused is she offering too- Hesitantly he opened his mouth taking the bite. "Now chew slowly" He listened intently overemphasizing each bite "mouth closed" he huffed a little indignantly at that but followed anyways. "Good boy" she shifted using a napkin, whiping off his face. "Can't have my things dirty now can we?". Oh right! he could have gotten her jacket dirty "Sorry-" he apologized "should I take it off?"

She shook her head "No, It suits you I think." she grabbed another piece of udon "Say ahh". He looked up at her a slight blush "Ahhhh" He closed his mouth over it relishing the bite, sure to eat it slowly with his mouth closed as previously instructed.

She seemed pleased from what he could tell atleast. Patting his head "good boy" she cooed to him, filling his heart with a fluttering warmth. was this heaven? he thought quietly too himself staring up at her. Because It felt like it.

"Now Denji, lets make a deal."