Death, Please Take Me Away (BxB) [Completed]

Chapter 9 ~ I Refuse

~Thanatos~

I stared at him in shock for a few beats. Why was he so desperate for death? No pun intended. . .

"Why?"

He gave me a confused look. "Why what?"

"Why would you want to die? There's so much to live for."

He snorted. "You're one to talk, Death."

I glared at him. "Oh really? Well, guess what? While you're sitting there feeling sorry for yourself and wanting to die, I'm over here hating what I am and wishing I was able to truly live."

His jaw dropped and he gaped at me. "You can't be serious," he finally whispered.

"Oh, but I am. So very, deadly serious." I glared at him, silently challenging him to say anything else.

The truth was that he had hurt me. The way he so blatantly pointed out the fact that I would never really be alive had stung me badly. This was why I hated humans. They were always so caught up in their self pity and wrapped up in their selfish ways that they never took time to consider the other person.

He blinked. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

I stared at him in shocked silence. What was he apologizing for? I was the one who exploded on him. . .

"What are you apologizing for?"

He looked at me like I was stupid. "I just implied that you were never really alive and that you never would be and I hurt your feelings."

I opened my mouth to protest and he raised a hand, silently cutting me off.

"Dont you dare try to deny it," he said threateningly. "I saw the look in your eyes the moment it had slipped out of my mouth."

I grunted. "I didn't realize I was so easy to read."

"Maybe you haven't had enough social practice to perfect your mask."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "And you have?" I asked sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes. "No. But I am better at it than you."

That was true. . .

His eyes started to gleam with a spark that I knew meant trouble. Little did I know just how much his next words would take me off guard.

"Will you let me see you in your reaper form?"

I felt my jaw drop. He couldn't possibly be serious.

I gave him an incredulous look. "Please tell me you aren't serious."

He looked at me like I was stupid. "You're an idiot. Of course, I'm serious!"

"You might want to get your head checked. I think you might have barely a shred of your sanity left," I deadpanned.

"What? It's not like I don't know what you are." He gestured at my body.

I reached out and snagged his arm before he could put it back down. I forced his fingers to straighten out from the fist they had automatically curled into at my touch and turned his hand over. I gasped and stared dumbly at the angry pink splotches all over his knuckles and the back of his hand. I quickly snatched his other hand up and turned it over in my palm as well. My eyes narrowed at the sight. This hand was worse than the other. I placed the two of them side by side and winced at the sight. Both of his tiny hands had severe burn marks all over them, especially around his knuckles and the bottom of his palms. I knew what had caused this. My cloak. I looked back up at him.