The Ambassador

Ch.13: Dismissal

(Y/n) placed a cup of tea on the kitchen table in front of Mors. She then grabbed herself a cup and sat down near him. 

"So you dragged Pewdiepie all the way from Japan just to talk to me." She held the cup with both hands keeping its warmth close to her.

"More than that, but I guess we can start there." He stirred in honey, "I can't necessarily come here at the drop of a dime like your dear friends can."

"That's because you haven't marked my staff like they have, but I guess you knew that already too." She leaned on her elbow looking up at the familiar face. "I can tell you're watching what you say already."

"Well aren't you a wise one." He smirked at her.

"Oh, not wise, just pissed." She took a sip of her tea.

"I could feel your anger from behind the door. Any particular reason as to why you're so upset?"

(Y/n) leaned back on the chair crossing her arms, "Everything is just one big secret and everyone knows about it except me. Now I, the dumbest protector to ever exist, has to figure out what that secret is while, 2, no now 3 Shadows follow me around with the answer."

"I can see why that's frustrating."

"Yeah, I bet," She rolled her eyes, "So why would you show up now out of all times? Can I have that answer at least?"

Die leaned forward in his seat, "That I can answer."

He explained Pewdiepie's lifestyle and all the entailed in it. This meant he had to secure everything needed for a decent amount of time and leave much of his work in the right hands for the coming weeks. Die suspected the time was coming soon and prepared for it, during that time (Y/n) was able to interact with Dark and Anti more often.

"So you prepared to come here?"

"It's much easier if I have back up videos and work ahead of time so I can focus on more important matters."

She raised her brows at him, "Important matters, huh?"

"Correct," He smirked again at her.

The young protector sighed then rolled her eyes. She stood up and pushed in her chair walking out of the room with an annoyed aurora following her. Mors wrinkled his brows wondering what she was doing.

Moments later she returned with her staff in hand quickly tossing it to Die who barely caught it. The beads lightly touched his hand which he shook as it burned him.

"Ah," His voice hissed, "Why did you throw this at me?"

"I'm just going through the motions at this point. Let me get you a knife." She turned and walked towards the knife block on the counter.

"A knife?! What the hell do you need a knife for?"

She turned holding the smooth metal in her hand, "What are you going to bite your hand to mark the staff or what?"

He looked down at the staff to see the bloodstains of both Anti and Dark on the carvings. Upon smelling it he knew for sure it was theirs.

(Y/n) placed the knife on the table, "Are you going to stare at it or are you going to mark it?"

Die looked up at her than the knife. He picked up the knife and placed the staff on the table. Meanwhile (Y/n) grabbed paper towels for his hand after she cut it. Upon turning back around she saw him clutching the wood with red liquid sliding down its intricate surface.

"Good, now you don't have to fly all the way here and make up dumb stories about why you're at my door. I can just summon you and send you home." She handed off the towels to him then collected the knife to put in the sink. "Am I missing anything else?"