Madness: DxD

The Whisper Between Worlds

The bus hums steadily as it cuts through the wasteland. The sky outside is burning orange. The seat's too small, the air too dry, and Rossweisse is one argument away from turning me into roadkill.

You let her talk to you like that again. How cute.

Rossweisse: I still can't believe you went in there alone.

Y/N: Believe it. My suit's still stained with Phobos's blood.

Blood looks better when It's fresh.

Rossweisse: You were supposed to wait for me and the others! You could've been killed!

Y/N: I've heard it all before.

Rossweisse: This isn't funny.

Y/N: Didn't laugh.

You never do. Not for them, anyway.

She crosses her arms, glaring daggers. The bus hits a bump. Her coffee jolts. I catch it midair.

Y/N: You're welcome.

Rossweisse: You're insufferable.

Y/N: You say that like it's new information.

She calls you names, and you call it affection.

She exhales hard through her nose and looks out the window. Outside is dust, heat, horizon. Inside is one annoyed valkyrie, a bunch of teenagers in the back and one tired mountain of a man.

Rossweisse: You dismantled Phobos's entire operation. Alone. You know how much planning that takes? How much manpower?

Y/N: About one of me.

You could've told her you had help. Me.

Rossweisse: And the Hero Squad? You could've—

Y/N: They tried to stop me. I stopped them harder.

The leader screamed, remember? The sound still rings in my head. Or yours.

Rossweisse: You make it sound so casual.

Y/N: That's because it was.

Liar.

She gives me the you're hopeless look I've seen a thousand times. Works about as well as the last 999.

Rossweisse: You don't even realize how reckless you are.

Y/N: I realize it, alright. I just don't care.

You do. You just hate that you do.

She stares, dumbfounded. I tilt my head toward her, watching her cheeks redden. Easy target.

Y/N: You're blushing again.

Rossweisse: I— no, I'm not!

Y/N: Sure. Desert air does that to people.

You tease her like you don't notice how her heart trips when you look. Maybe that's why I hate her.

Rossweisse: You always do this. You turn every situation into a joke.

Y/N: If I didn't, I'd go insane.

Oh, sweetheart. You already did.

She mutters something in Norse that roughly translates to idiot with a death wish. I let it slide. The bus rattles again. A country song mumbles faintly from the driver's radio.