when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "don't worry your pretty little head."
there was actually a surprising amount of complications that came alongside your contract with death.
one thing is, you aren't actually calling upon death herself, instead the creature you struck a contract with was the reaper of the death devil. so, while they're technically the same being, they have separate consciousness.
two, according to the definition of being dead, you're no longer alive. your heart does not beat and you do not breathe. you can still eat, but no bodily functions, and you're always a bit cold. luckily, your body seems trapped in the state just prior to rigor mortis. so you don't smell, and your body isn't rotting. yay!
three, it is illegal for a civilian to make a contract with a devil and that's what brings us to where we are now.
you were walking just behind a tall woman with gorgeous eyes and pink hair. her eyes actually reminded you of death, who didn't like this woman at all. so despite her loud whispers to "strike her down" and "paint the streets in conquests blood" you were following makima with your hands tucked peacefully behind your back.
the terms of your contract with death were quite simple, originally, it would've been that you shared a body with the reaper, who you know better as yumi and was actually a woman, but death hadn't considered that to be ideal and so you could instead call upon the limbs of the reaper to use them. also, not to toot your own horn, but you like to think that the reaper and yourself get along quite well now. you normally cook interesting meals for her to try and split all your snacks with her, you also go to restaurants and give her your body to eat fancy food every so often. even at night, you fall sleep curled against her chest and wrapped in her arms.
you might ask, "y/n, how do you sleep next to such a tall and scary creature?" and to that, you honestly aren't all that afraid of her. she's quite the tsundere and more fun to tease than to quiver in fear from. besides, your body is dead and so now you're immortal. so you aren't scared of much these days.
other than the woman you're walking behind of course.
see, ordinarily you wouldn't be here following some pretty girl around. infact, you'd be camping out under a bridge and making some cup ramen to split with death, but despite you being a corpse apparently its still illegal to make a contract even if you're marked dead on the books. bummer. massively lame.
"uh- miss makima?" the pink haired woman turned slightly to face you. the ever-so-unsettling grin still spread wide across her face. "what is it, y/n?" you swallowed a bit of spit, pretty girls made you a bit nervous, no lie. "i was just wondering, you said i would have a buddy?" she turned to face forward and was a bit silent, you thought for a second she had completely stone face ignored you. "i have someone in mind, don't worry your pretty little head." you were quick to shut up, warmth blooming on your cheeks as you examined the front of your shoes. you tried to ignore the sideways look from your companion.
see, while no one else can see, you always have a demon following behind you no matter what. unless your fighting of course, then she hides away so you can call on her limbs with ease.
"y/n? the sidewalk ended there, we're entering this building now."
"right, fuck, sorry!"
not long after you found yourself buttoning a white shirt and throwing a black blazer over it and tucking the shirt into your pants. the trousers were actually a bit big and you found yourself pulling them up quite a few times on the way back, your tie hung around your shoulders, you hadn't the faintest clue how to tie it. you wandered cautiously into the spacious office room and scanned the area. makima took note of the crack in the door and couldn't help comparing your actions to that of a cat, surveying the perimeter of a room before entering. "come in, i won't bite without permission~" you walked in with a shy blush and fidgeted with your loose pants.
"i can't say the pants are the right size, but everything else fits." you informed, standing a bit too seriously for someone using a tie as a necklace. makima giggled softly at your appearance and reached under her desk before making her way to your person. she was quick to fix your tie, tucking the fabric under your collar and pulling it into a satisfying knot with impressive speed. "i am going to be partnering you with someone closer to your age. you're both about 15." you hid your deadpan expression at the reminder of your age.
god, don't remind me that this is a crime. quit puttin' the moves on me, old lady..
as if you spoke of the devil, she squatted on the ground before shifting to kneeling, sitting on her knees infront of you while looking up into your eyes. that same creepy grin still present as always, with her equally creepy hypnotic eyes that still seemed to lure you in. she gently grabbed the first loop of your trousers and slid a belt through it, pulling it through the rest of the belt hooks. you swallowed your own spit, just noticing that you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. you tried to slow down your breathing but it was impossible to do anything besides look straight into her eyes. like if you weren't, she'd eat you alive before you could even catch your breath.
she pulled the pants just above your hips and tightened the belt, pressing her hands against your stomach and sides as she fixed your white shirt under your pants. by then, you were as red as a fire extinguisher. still heaving breaths through your chest as you swallowed your spit again. as if your nervousness would disappear when your mouth dried.
she stood and dusted herself off. "seems your new buddy will be here any second now." and as if she was a director calling for the curtain, there was a gentle knock at the office door followed by a handsome boy walking in the room. he seemed to know what was going on and came to stand as your side, you only then noticed makima returned to her seat, sat at the office chair like nothing had just happened. you turned to examine the boy beside you, he had a simple bowl cut but his hair was styled in a way that framed his face, you noticed then that he too had eyes of the dead. void-like eyes with no light reflection.
"y/n, this is yoshida hirofumi. he's going to be your buddy and flatmate until your living situation is sorted out." yoshida glanced at you from the side of his eye and smiled slightly. it was a charming smile, but something about him was a bit off-putting. you couldn't place it, but you figured there was no point in bothering. makima went over your patrol routes for the week and sent you both on your way. you followed behind yoshida as he wanted to get something to eat.
i know one thing, if this "public safety" thing means being surrounded by all these hot people all day, then who gives a fuck, i'll kill devils all day every day, i'll kill em in my sleep!
oh, honey. just wait until you see the first check.
"i won't bite without permission~" ✧‿➹
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