"You know, Komaeda. You look better without glasses," Hajime said.
For some odd reason, Nagito's heart pounded harder than it should have. Was it something that he ate? His heart never pounded so rapidly before.
He placed a pale hand to his chest, feeling the beating muscle within him.
He wished that he were still alive and in the land above, where he could enjoy life again. But those were only dreams, and he promised himself he wouldn't get lost in them ever again.
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"Wake up Hajime. We got lots to do." He tugged the sleeping brunet out of his futon by his armpits.
"Hngh? I wanna sleep in... What time is it?"
"There's no time for sleep. And there's no time in Hell," he deadpanned.
"Where are you going?" Hajime mumbled sleepily.
"Correction. We. I'm taking you along so your soul doesn't get destroyed by another one of those Wanderers." Nagito put on his jacket and lifted his scythe behind him.
"Eh? Komaeda? Where are your glasses?" Hajime asked.
"I misplaced them." The albino lied.
"Okay then. I honestly don't care. You look better without them anyways."
There was that sentence again. The exact same one that made the Grim Reaper's heart pound in an emotion he couldn't explain.
"Take my hand," Nagito ordered.
"Why should I?"
"We're going to travel to the world of the living, and I'm one of the people who actually can. Now hold it."
The brunet's hand was warm when he placed his palm upon the albino's.
"How are we going to travel then?"
Nagito's lips twisted into a smirk.
"Like this."
His arms wrapped around the brunet's waist, securing him in the albino's embrace.
Two gradient black to red wings unfurled behind Nagito's back, the crystals hovering an inch above them creating a twinkling sound.
The crystals illuminated the room with a soft golden glow as he beat them against the air to reach the window.
"WAIT!!!!!" Hajime yelled.
Nagito laughed at the poor brunet who was dangling in his arms.
Loud wingbeats filled the air, propelling Nagito up into the dark red sky of Hell.
"Hold on tight!" Nagito laughed.
How long was it since he'd had this much fun?
Hajime continued yelling at the albino as Nagito dove upwards headfirst into the dark gray clouds.
As he broke from the ocean in the living world, the sun's rays landed on his face.
"Did you like that?" Nagito chuckled.
"NO!!!"
"Ah well. Today's first death will be in Tokyo. You ready?"
"No."
"Too bad."
At the speed of light, Nagito flew from the North Pacific to the bustling streets of the most populated city in Japan.
Diving headfirst, the albino brought the brunet and himself into a white room that smelled of flowers.
His wings shrunk behind him when his feet touched the marble floors.
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Death's Harvest | Komahina Fanfic
FanfictionDeath has come to collect its dues and so, Hajime Hinata dies. He gets transported to the Afterlife and is sentenced to Hell for his crimes as a Mafia Lord. But how can he possibly fulfill his five-year sentence when his mentor, the Grim Reaper, is...
