The next day Denji is at the bureau filling out documents, with Makima next to him. This whole time Denji was dozing off while Makima was teaching him how to do these papers. "This is the property damage report... this... is the confirmation for devil corpse use... also... this is from the ministry of land, infrastructure and transport. For this one, you stamp here and here."
Denji was stamping away at the papers with a blank face as he had just been through something traumatic. "You must be tired of all this paperwork. It's like being punished even though you defeated the bat devil. Usually, it's Ozzie who'd take care of Division Four's paperwork but he's out at the moment." Makima paused, looking at Denji who was just out of it. "Denji is something on your mind...?"
Denji stamped for a final time before speaking quietly. "I...," he began with a shaky voice, "I finally... got ahold of this dream I'd been chasing for the longest time. But once I had my hands on it... it was way less life-changing than I expected..." The memories of last night fueled his mind, along with all of his thoughts on the past dream he once had.
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After Ozzie told Denji and Power to leave the living room Denji was cleaning the toilet with a scowl on his face. "What, Devils can't even flush their turds?! She picks out her veggies too!" Denji spoke angrily. "Hey, you." Power said suddenly as she walked in on Denji. "HEY, POOP DEVIL!! YOUR POOP'S STUCK TO THE TOILET BOWL! I CAN'T GET IT OFF!!" Denji snapped at Power, but she was unfazed.
The blood fiend then pointed to her chest then made a squeezing motion with her hand, leaving Denji slightly confused. "We had a deal, no? I'll allow you to touch my chest... so touch it!" Power said in her loud casual manner, and that left Denji shocked, his mouth agape with shock because he never thought Power would uphold the deal.
The next moment Power sat on the closed toilet with Denji standing in front of her, with a look on his face that can only be described as disbelief. "Go on! What are you waiting for? Aren't you excited? Touch way!"
In Denji's mind, he was amazed at her, thinking that she was the complete opposite of what a devil was, an angel. "You can touch my chest. You get three squeezes!" The friend said to the chainsaw man. "Three squeezes...?" He asked, he was sweaty and his hands shaking. "One squeeze for saving Meowy. A second one for killing bat. And a third squeeze for protecting me from Topknot!"
"Letting you touch my chest was originally a lie! But I'm now giving you three squeezes to repay you for your efforts! Be thankful and squeeze away!" The fiend spoke with a slight red on her face, while Denji was overtaken by nerves. Slowly he reached his hands out and used his first squeeze, but something felt off, he had not felt a woman's chest before but he swore he thought something was up.
"AHN, AHN, AHN! It feels so good!" Power exclaimed. "Uh...?" Then he saw something fall from her shirt. He leaned over and picked it up, confused by the soft thing. "What is this...?" Denji asked. "Tis a breast pad. A wondrous item that makes chests look bigger."
Denji's world had shattered, his mind going blank at seeing how Power pulled the other one from her shirt and all there was... was almost nothing. Denji couldn't believe it, he was bamboozled and lied to, he couldn't believe it. "Come! Two squeezes to go!" Denji monotonously moved his hands forward and claimed a second squeeze. "Okay! One squeeze left!" And then he took his last one.
Nothing. He felt nothing. "Okay, it's over! Time's up! Well?! It felt good no?!" He had so many things he wanted to say, his mind felt like it was sinking into dark waters, he couldn't believe this happened, his goal for a long time achieved, only to be shattered into a million pieces.
"Aren't you lucky, getting to touch something so nice!" The blood fiend spoke with a smile as she stood and wrapped a single arm around his neck. "Now we're all square! I look forward to working with you, buddy!" All of her words went in one ear and out the other, her words were muffled by Denji who was standing there, a blank look on his face.
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Melody of Bones
FanfictionSkelephobia-The fear of skeletons. One of the lowest of fears in the world, and in devil's terms. It's quite weak. Ozzie is just a pretty normal fiend. Except, of course, he works for the Tokyo Division of Devil Hunters and is revered as the stronge...