ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ (αfтєя∂єαтн fαиfι¢)

Is love truly existed?

They once said reapers are incapable of feeling emotions.

They once said the reapers are made out of nothing but pure darkness.

They once said. . . they cannot feel anything. . . .

So everything that he had done with Geno. . .

Were all pointless. . . ?

Were his previous actions meaningful to him? Or they were just plain meaningless?

He did not know.

He was still confused.

He needed more time on this.

But whatever he would do, it might as well affect Geno.

But in a bad way. . .

Now, let's get onto the story.

(Also, there will be no POVs in my book anymore.)

It had been a few weeks now since Death visited Geno. He had kept him company, making him laugh whenever he got stressed by doing his job everyday. They played. They laughed. They messed around with each others. Geno didn't mind Death's hate-flirt, but sometimes he did. Hell, he even liked his sadism, but Geno acted like he hated it. How adorable. But at the same time, Death had been having this. . . strange feeling. It was a strong desire; a loving, a craving. It made him feel so alive. And he wasn't supposed to. He wasn't supposed to feel this way.

What was up with him? He didn't know. It just happened, mysteriously. He wish he knew why, yet he was too scared to ask for help. He wouldn't go ask Gaster this stupid question. Not like Gaster would care. But right now, he better go to Geno so he wouldn't be worried.

"Hey G, ya there? It's me. Death." Said the reaper, calling out for his beloved friend. Whom he was supposed to reap since a few weeks ago. He just. . . couldn't bring himself to do such horrible things to Geno.

Geno gave off a small flinch as Death crept up behind him, and hugged. He was now trapped inside Death's embrace. The chill was sent down to his spine, leaving him to shiver all alone by himself. "D-Death! I told you NOT to creep up on me like that." He growled, then sighed. "What is it?"

"I just missed you." Death whined, hugging Geno still. He tried his best to make Geno feel sympathetic for him. (Un)Fortunately, it worked. Death chuckled sinisterly, before nuzzling him on the back of Geno's collarbone.

Geno's face turned blue as Death nuzzled him on that spot. That freaking spot. Darn it. "Stop it you creep-" He let out a small purr as he screeched quietly, trying to push Death away. But miserably failed (on purpose). Actually, he liked it. Perhaps he had the same feeling as Death, but he knew what it was.

Except for Death. . .

He had no idea what it was.

The feeling that he felt, was called love.

Not L.O.V.E

But would it be possible for a death to feel this kind of feelings though? Nobody knows. Not even the death itself.

"Only if I knew what this feeling was. . ."

"Death?"

"Yeah Geno?"

"What was that again?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

He had to lie to Geno.

The secret cannot become revealed.