If You Can't Take My Sass, Fuck Outta Existence

20 | Years

When Shizuko had finally awakened from her slumber, she was awake and ready to disembowel the stowaways in her mobile residence. The thought was diminished as the sweet smell of lunch wafted through the air.

"Who the fuck said you could touch my stuff?" Shizuko demanded, glaring down at the two youngsters in her control panel. "What's the fucking time!"

"It's one in the afternoon. You've slept for eighteen hours," Death X interjected. "Even Sleeping Beauty can't par with the way you sleep—"

"We know you're a fucking paedophile." Shizuko smacked his head. "Out of my way. Where's my fucking lunch?"

An exasperated sigh escaped from the kitchen. Annoyed and deprived of patience, Atalanta threw the used towel into the basin.

The day passed by relatively peaceful, if one could ignore Shizuko's shrieking and Sky's laughter.

Death X glanced at his teammates, reminiscing the last period of time he's felt warmth course through his veins. It was part of the reason why he hadn't finished his mission, other with the threat of the undoing of the universe along with the package of her death.

There was a silent voice in his head that told him why.

Demons do not have feelings—you're weak.

A weak chuckle escaped his parted lips. He is weak—and perhaps he was more of a human that he thought he originally was.

His team were rejects like him. Sky was an immortal. Lara was a teleporting freak—a cute one, at the very least. Atalanta was half extra-terrestrial. Shizuko was exiled from her planet. Diana and Ainya both were isolated from everyone else on Earth, too.

Death X had always seen himself as a loner, no matter how many females he had flirted with. It was a self-destructive method that turned against himself at the end.

He wasn't alone.

Despite this, there were the common sleepless nights that he would endure. Escape the visions and the nightmares that haunted his every move. He sat alone on the control room, the light blue glow of the computers basking onto his skin like a gentle blanket, accompanied with the starlight of the infinite universe.

The door opened.

"Get the fuck out," Shizuko snapped.

Turning a blind eye, she shuffled to the second chair next to him. Saying nothing, she maintained the quietude that had originated from his presence.

He smiled at her. Shizuko's expression was nothing more than a bored one. She flipped through her holopads in absolute boredom, ignoring his being entirely.

"Princess?" he tested.

No reply.

"Hey, sweetcakes?"

Still silence.

Sighing, Death X resorted to physical. He used his chains to lash around the holopad in her hands before she can react.

She snapped to him, rolling her eyes.

"Give that back, you man whore," Shizuko demanded. "What makes you think you can steal from me?"

"Consider it sharing." The chains dropped the device onto his open palm. "Especially when we're together now."

Shizuko growled. "So? I have no interest in sharing or doing whatever you fuckers do. Give it or I'll break up with you."

"Are you going to use that as leverage?"

"As much as I want to."

"Alright." Death X raised the device as if he was mocking her. "If you can reach it."

That struck a nerve. Next to Lara, Shizuko was the shortest person in the crew, despite being virtually older than Atalanta, Diana, and Lara. It didn't matter. Her height was one thing Death X found curious—she was short like a lolicon with the temper of a cat. They don't tolerate bullshit.

Other than that, he could see different auras. Thicker and visible auras meant their age. The vibrance of the colour indicated their experience. Atalanta's was a dark blue with a mediocre cloud around her. Sky's was so thick and bright that he had to avert his eyes. Lara's and Ainya's mist and colour were definitely lesser than the rest.

But Shizuko was different. Her aura was thin like vapour from warm water, but the orange it was dyed had misled him of her actual age. It was scattered, it was thin, but the colours were thick like paint.

"How old are you?" Death X asked. "Skepto is a peculiar planet. Or did I just ask the forbidden question?"

Shizuko raised an eyebrow. "The fuck you want to know?"

"You called me a paedophile earlier." Death X rested his cheek on his palm. "So I want to know your actual age."

She groaned. "Which fucking one? There's three interpretations to that."

Death X blinked in surprise. He didn't expect her to comply so easily. Did he soften her up after all?

"The differences?"

"I'm 17 in physical age." Shizuko's eye ticked. "You motherfucking shit has the penis the size of an ant. "I age twice as fast as humans. Skeptolians live four times longer than me."

Death X did the math. Despite his exhausted mind, he was able to calculate the basics of equations. Maths was never his strong suit and it never will be, no matter how long he may live. He held in a laugh at the answer.

"You—you're eight and a half years old in human years?" Death x choked on his tongue. "And four and a quarter for your actual age? I knew you were cute, but not the toddler sort."

"Go fuck yourself," Shizuko snapped, dark skin burning with the hint of crimson blush.

Death X winked. "Do it yourself, coward."

That was how Shizuko ended up pummelling the dude into the ground.