Futatabi Ningen•|Dazai Osamu|•

3

I woke up to the scent of someone's cooking. That guy can cook? He might as well be my husband.

I groggily got up from my bed, to the bathroom. I almost slipped on the bathroom tile, but other than that, everything went fine.
I descended from the stairs to finally get a taste of whatever he's cooking that disturbed my beauty sleep.

"Oh, I see you're awake now~" He stops to take of his apron then serves breakfast for the both of us. "Good morning, sleepyhead!" He greets.
"Good morning, Shiro." I greet back.

I usually see Gods as somebody who craves for worship and admiration, but he changed it drastically. This dude acted human, didn't ask him to worship me or whatever, didn't show off, heck, he helps me so much that I'm starting to think he's slowly turning into a butler or something!

"This porkchop tastes really great!" I said. "Are you sure you're not Gordon Ramsay's son?" I added.
"Aw~thanks!" He smiles.

Shit, I'm seeing the flowers and sparkles again.

Finishing the last nite, I lifted my head to ask him something. "Ne Shiro," I called. "Hm? What is it?" He asks. "Uhm..how come you don't ask people to treat like a God or something, I mean, you're human, but you're not really human, are you? No offense." I ask.

"Heh, its matter so small, I don't care." He chuckles. "Not all Gods crave for worship like crazy, some of them...well..." He laughs nervously, eyes drifting to the side.

Could he have seen something I can't? Another God, maybe?

"Ama-chan, I know you want to whack my head with your fan so bad, so go ahead~" He cooes from his left.
Suddenly a woman clad in an expensive looking kimono appeared with a fan.

The two established eye contact, until he winked at her. An irk mark appeared on her forehead. She gives him a whack in the head.

"That hurts, Ama-chan!" He shouts. "That's Amaterasu for you. What's with the nicknames?" She corrects. "Sorry if he was a bother, young lady." She bows politely. "Oh, not at all. In fact, he was being very nice to me." I assured. My sentence seemed to really shock her.

"Really? He didn't molest you, flirt with you, anything bad?" She asks, eyes wide. "Molest her? Nfufu~your imaginations sure are wild, Amaterasu-chan~" He teases. She blushes bright red. "U-uh It's not like that! It's just that the fact that you haven't done anything sexually suggestive yet surprises me!" She shouted.

I'm starting to ship these two, my goodness. She's really pretty too, and definitely has a mom personality.

"That's just mean, Ama-chan~" He said, going back to the nicknames.
"*sighs* I have no idea how to stop you from calling me Ama-chan. You even gave the others weird nicknames.." She sighs in defeat. "You even encourage me to whack you in the head, it's like you're turning into a masochist.."

"A m-masochist?!" He stammers. "How do you know those kinds of words, Ama-chan!?" Another whack in the head was heard. "I'm thousands of years old, just like you. Of course I'm knowledgeable of those kinds of things." She huffs. "You two should get ready, you're going to the Agency, isn't that right?" She smiles at me.

"Yes, we should go get ready Shiro-kun..Wait, so you were watching us~?" I smirked. I could see Shiro across from me smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. She blushes bright red again, then silently disappears.

*Timeskip*
Fiddling with the ruffles of my skirt, we made our way to the office. Shiro told me we'll meet the Agency's Head, but instead I saw...

A male with white asymmetrical hair, holding a knife near Dazai's neck. I froze from head to toe.

"You better stay put, or else I'm going to use his throat as a sheath." He glares. I took a taser from a table nearby and made my way to him.