A deal? he echoed quietly too himself. It felt like reality just gave him the worlds largest gut punch, A reminder his life was fated to be hell. why do adults always make "deals" he ask bitterly. No wait, maybe it wont be so bad. Afterall, Makimas different from that old geezer. She fed him, was nice, and was really really pretty. Nice pretty people cant be evil he reasoned its not allowed. With the newly found courage he swallowed his last bite.
"What kind of deal?" he asked in the sweeter tone then he intended. Seemed the food had already won him over.
"The good kind." she eased, resting her head against her hand.
"A good deal?" he tilts his head
She chuckled a little at his perplexion "Well I suppose it was a little presumptious." she smiled at him "Tell me Denji, how do you feel about living with me?"
His jaw hit the floor. Live with her? like a mom and stuff? This definitely had to be heaven. "F-for real? A-A place with like food and stuff?"
"Oh yes, theres plenty of food and stuff" She said with a smile.
"Y-yes!! I'll take it!!" he practically jumped out of her lap. He couldn't believe it frankly. After living a life of hell for so long an actual respit felt amazing. Finally something would actually go his way.
Her smile hung on her face, those were the exact words she wanted to hear.
"Perfect." she ran a hand through his hair. Her warm gaze staying on him.
The ride back was more eventful. With a now fed Denji, the quiet sleeper, became flood of questions toward Makima. A real home He whispered excitedly. The very thought was exhillarating, he wanted to see it and wanted too now.
"Whats your home like Ms. Makima? Does it have jam?" he could barely keep it in. It was hard to keep quiet in circumstances like this.
"You'll see, and it does infact, it has a whole lot of different kinds"
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The car pulled in too the driveway of the large apartment complex. How fitting thought the seasoned driver. The place was large and impressive, with large colomns at its base, with golden articulations that glowed in the midday light. A palace, perfectly befitting of a women like her.
"So, this is the place Miss Makima lives right?" asked the old mans coworker.
"Seems like it." the seasoned driver grunted.
An awkward silence fell over the two. The younger mans obvious bait being skillfully ignored by the tired man.
"Its- its wierd too you too right?" the collegue asked with a slight crack in his tone indicating uncomfortability.
"Best not to question it. Im sure she has her reason." he cut him off. Frankly it was strange. Makima was many things but straightforward was not one of them. This seemed too personal a type of kindness for her. From his experience it sounded like most acts of kindness were spurred on with threats.
His eyes traced Makima as she walked with the boy. Holding his hand gingerly with a small smirk on her face. well its not my place anyways. He reasoned. With her it was best to keep quiet and follow.
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Denji held her hand tightly, anguished by the anticipation he felt his body quiver. It was a strange sensation for Denji, as despite being wrapped in such a large jacket, he felt more naked then he did before. someone like me isnt supposed to be here He whispered harshly in his mind, fearful that people would start to stare.
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Chainsaw Boy
FanfictionIts exactly as it sounds on the tin, Chainsaw man but what if Denji was found by Makima. (Spoilers if you wanted Porn you will be greviously disappointed. Also gross he's a child.)
