Shinigami ◊ M.C.

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Michael Clifford

"Hi." She whispered, slowly reaching her hand out to intertwine her fingers with his own and he smiled at the small gesture.

"Hi." He responded back, bringing their intertwined hands to his lips and kissing the back of her hand delicately. She giggled at his actions, and wrapped her arm around his waist, kissing his cheek and he couldn't help but beam down at her.

"Kiss me." Allison whispered, and Michael chewed his lip as he looked at her, and decided to just go along with it and he leaned towards her, him hesitantly leaning in but she closed the distance and connected their lips, Michael's heart fluttering in his chest.

Their lips moved in sync, which is surprising as Michael has never kissed anyone in his entire immortal life, but it all felt natural with Allison. She takes her hands through his hair, feeling the soft strands and gripping at them lightly, just enough to make Michael moan against her lips at the feeling and he blushed as he pulled away.

"I'm so sorry." He rushed out, but Allison merely giggled and kissed his lips once again, this time much shorter and leaving Michael wanting more.

"That's okay, it means you like it. It's nothing to be ashamed of." Allison said, and Michael felt his stomach move inside of him, the utter feeling of content settling throughout his body until the door behind him slammed open and Ashton stood there, his wings unfurled and his eyes blacker than the night sky.

"I warned you Michael, didn't I? And now she'll pay the price." He snarled, raising his hand and it felt slow motion as Allison flew back and slammed into the wall with such force that the walls cracked and Michael gasped.

He rushed over to her body, his hands shaking as he looked at her head which was cracked and was now openly bleeding, only to feel a presence behind him and he stood, coming face to face with Ashton.

"And now it's your turn." He snarled, raising his hand once again and everything turned black.

Michael woke up, his breathing heavy as he struggled to calm his breaths and he realized he was sweating and swallowed the lump in his throat. There was a sudden loud knock at the door, and Michael nearly fell out of the bed in surprise and fear, only to see Calum peeking through the small window and he let out a breath of relief.

He stood, fixing his hair as he walked towards the door and opened it, Calum immediately pushing past him and Michael scowled at the younger Shinigami until he saw his facial expression.

"Calum, what's wrong?" He asked cautiously, and Calum shook his head as he paced Michael's place, licking his lips and shoving his hands into his pockets as he nervously walked.

"The target, Michael, the target. I can't do it." He mumbled, collapsing onto the couch and Michael frowned as he rubbed his eyes and sat beside him.

"The little girl?" Michael asked, and Calum nodded without a sound, his knee bouncing up and down as anxiety prevented him from speaking.

"I'll go with you again Calum, you have to collect her soul or Ashton will get angry." Michael said, thinking back to the last Shinigami who didn't collect their soul, and winced at the image.

"Michael, she's fucking six years old." Calum snapped, and Michael sighed as he stood once again, resuming his pacing and Michael watched from the couch as he moved.

"I know. I know that it's hard. But think of this, she won't be suffering anymore. She'll be able to live in a world without pain and suffering." He said softly, and Calum huffed out but remained silent.