Death's Harvest | Komahina Fanfic

Chapter 8

NAGITO ILY UWU ♡♡♡

Beta Komahina is so hot. I DrOPpEd ALl My UwUS

HOLD ME-
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The brown-haired boy scowled at the sky, staring after the black dot that magically vanished into the vast sea of blue.

With a click of his tongue, he tore his eyes away from the sky, loosening his tie as he did so.

No one ever told him what to do, especially not the messenger of death, no matter how menacing he may look.

Hajime tugged on the sleeves of the black jacket that faintly smelled of Nagito, debating whether or not to take it off. By now, he didn't care about Wanderers or Death Reapers or what not.

Sighing in exasperation, he shrugged off the jacket, the cold air hitting his skin as the warm embrace disappeared at a heap on the ground.

And that kiss.

That darned peck to the forehead. Hajime clutched his fists tightly at the thought. It annoyed him so much, to be weaker and to be more submissive than another person who wasn't even alive.

The brunet kicked a stone in anger or at least tried to since his foot simply passed through the object untouched.

"Screw being dead," he groaned.

Where was he anyway? He had no idea where Nagito had dropped him off at, nor what he was supposed to do now no less.

The Grim Reaper had told him not to move and wait for his return but, psh, who would actually be stupid enough to listen to him?

Shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans, Hajime huffed as he continued traveling down the sidewalk (or at least he assumed it was one).

It was starting to get chilly, drafts of wind blowing past him. How was he supposed to get back to Hell now? He couldn't magically just create the vortex to Hell by himself.

Just as he was pondering, a breathy voice whispered past his ear, carried by the evening wind.

"Hajime..." It whispered, brushing past his earlobe.

The brunet pulled a sharp three sixty, his hand instinctively reaching toward his back pocket for his gun.

Oh, that's right. He was dead and unarmed. Fun.

"Komaeda?" He asked. "Komaeda, I know it's you. Stop playing with me already."

The voice came again, this time louder.

"Hajime..."

This was uncanny. Definitely uncanny.

The wind halted and everything went silent. Hajime's senses heightened (a skill he'd learned over the course of his years as a mafia leader), and he just wished he had his taser at his side. It wasn't as good as a gun, but at least he would have some defense at his side.

Suddenly, a sharp, ear-piercing shriek cut through the pregnant silence, startling Hajime out of his wits. The boy barely had time to defend himself when a large black substance descended upon him in a wave, blocking out all the sunlight.

Another shriek came from the unknown creature, this time in pain and rage. Opening his eyes slightly, the scene unfolded in front of his eyes, stunning him.

"Huh...?" He gasped.

A light blue transparent shield was set up around him in a sphere-like shape, blocking the monster from touching Hajime. Tiny bolts of what seemed like lightning sparked at the top of the dome whenever the black thing tried forcing itself into it.

Now, Hajime was never a person to back away from a fight, no matter the circumstances, but in this case, he was defenseless, and some random thing that most likely came from Hell had somehow tracked him down. So all he could do was...

Run.

He took off like a bullet, running away from the monster.

Wanderers can only be attacked by Grim Reaper scythes or their preferred weapons. It's either that or with the power of the Queen and King of the Afterlife. Nagito had told him.

Well, screw that. Hajime wasn't going to just sit there like a damsel in distress and wait for help. He didn't need Nagito to protect him. He was capable of doing everything by himself even if he was dead.

The mafia leader attempted to grab a nearby heavy tree branch to throw at the creature. However, instead of being able to pick up the discarded weapon, Hajime went through the object, tripping over his own feet. He mentally cursed at himself for not working out like he did every day when he was alive, resulting in his sluggish reactions.

Hajime tumbled downhill, his head hitting several tiny rocks along the way. Although he tried to stop his fall with his hands, there was no prevail.

He collapsed in a tangle of limbs at the bottom of the hill, his body sore.

Gritting his teeth to hold back a grunt, Hajime tried sitting up, only to be pushed down by a jolt of pain that erupted from his shoulder and downward.

A screech sounded from on top of the hill as the blob of black thundered down the grass with hunger filled in its soulless black eyes.

With no time to properly protect himself from the approaching danger, Hajime curled up into a fetal position, careful not to place any unnecessary pressure on his left arm.

A rush of air blasted in his direction as a pair of feet tapped gently against the earth. The brunet could hear swishes and heavy footsteps on the ground.

With one final bellow in the sky, everything went deathly silent again.

"Hajime? Hajime?"

Someone was shaking him on the shoulder, right where his injury was.

He hissed in pain, his right hand flying to the top of his arm to ease the pain. He already knew that voice, and the first thing he did was punch the person in the face.

Or at least he tried to.

Nagito dodged the attack swiftly, catching Hajime's fist in his palm.

"Come on," he said in a nonchalant voice. "Let's go back. You require medical attention."

"Like hell I'm going back," Hajime growled, shrugging off Nagito's arm that lay around his shoulder as support.

"Stop wanting everything to go your way. Life isn't like that." Nagito grabbed the injured brunet by his waist, lifting him into the air.

"Put me down!" Hajime yelled. He didn't want to see Nagito again. The albino was just a pain in the neck for him. He never asked for someone like the white-haired boy to babysit him.

"Shut up already, would you?"

Something hard was brought down onto the back of his head, knocking Hajime out cold before he could respond.
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The interesting stuff will happen next chapter, I promise.

It has something to do with a fire truck that's for sure.  (No, it's not Celestia. Sorry uwu)