Jerkbutt:

“……”

This guy was losing it alright. Gasai was getting to him good..he knew that Yukiteru had common sense in him. Of course he was acting insane right now, but he knew better. And knowing that pissed Kousaka off.

“Didn’t I tell you? You can’t bring anyone back from the dead! I’m no exception, retard! But seriously…you really think you could kill me? Ha! You would’t hurt a fly!”

He lifted his foot off the other’s head, showing at least some mercy. It was pathetic how such a small gesture caused pain for the individual. Pathetic…that was exactly what Yukiteru was. A naive jerk who couldn’t accept the cruel realities of the world. People were going to get hurt because of his behavior.

"You know why I’m not going to shut up for the world, or even you, Yukiteru? Because I’m someone that is speaking the freaking truth!! Why can’t you just accept that dead is dead?! That you can’t toy around with a human’s soul?!”

_{— {♟} “…Shut…up.“}

          _{Wouldn’t even hurt a fly? He… he would if the fly was being particularly annoying. Nagging him. Biting him. Tempting him. He took the opportunity to get up, stumbling a little but quickly gaining balance. Fingers nonchalantly dusted off his shoulders of whatever scum could have landed on it. He was still mad, yeah. But…but it wasn’t that he wouldn’t hurt a fly… He just couldn’t.}

       _{"I wouldn’t really care if you died. You’re not speaking the truth. You’re just rambling something dumb like you always do. You’re stupid. You have no real friends. You’re a loser.”}

      _{Eyes remained darkened as the words came out in an emotionless drawl. He…he was not exactly confident, but at least there were no stammers in his voice. Not now. Now, he was certain that he was speaking the truth. And whatever words the other was saying now deserved to be cut up just like him.}

      _{“A human like you wouldn’t get it. Humans can’t toy around with souls. But gods can. A god can do whatever he wishes to. Dead may be dead, but it doesn’t have to stay that way.”}

      _{Yeah… He was slowly convincing himself now. Dead…dead…alive? He had killed so many people on the basis of that process. Th-their deaths just couldn’t be permanent! And that was why he was going to win! Even if it meant killing Yuno! Because…because he could not stand the blood on his hands!}

      _{“If you want…to see that I can hurt a fly… I can kill you… If you want… to see that I’m not the old Yukiteru… I will kill you…”}

      _{This is insane.   I n s a n e ! ! Killing or living, a life is a life! You’re…you’re crazy! You’re just like her! You wouldn’t hurt a friend would you…?!}

                  _{YOU WOULDN’T, DAMMIT– -!!}

                                _{So stop {ƃuıpuǝʇǝɹd} that it’s possible.}

            _Idiot.

gaisayuno:

observediary:

_…Huh?

      _{Is this a shift in the tides, what the heck?} 

      _{She’s actually kinda cute but…}

_{O-okay, okay, I won’t shout… Just please don’t be so creepy, okay?!}

  _{[/repeating it but totally not promising]}

_{+ Do not kidnap the cute Yukki!!!}

_{+ Do not scare the cool Yukki!!!}

_{+ Do not do the Yandere????}

_{But I’m not doing anything yandere!!!}

_{[ pulls out cellphone, opens dictionary app ]}

_{Hhhh… I think your overall presence can be described as yandere… H-huh!? Under the word “yandere” is a picture of your face, what the heck?! [ sweats ]}

    _{…O-okay, n-new rule then, you also need to stay at least ten feet away from me, o-okay?}

amaidesu:

                          _{“—-Illegal?” What. “Aniue never told me that.” Not like he’d care, anyways. Why would he have to follow human’s rules?}

    _{The doors opened, and there could be a thin trace of drool on the corner of his mouth just by seeing the content of the truck. Hopping inside, he looked around; there was a big variety of sweets from wher he could choose from. He decided to go first with the box of macarons, snatching four of them, one between each finger—-on the hand that wasn’t dirited by the human’s blood, of course—-and quickly taking one into his mouth as his head poked from the window to face at the human.}

           _{”In fact.” A nod, two more macarons were devoured from his hand. “You already made your point clear…” Squint, squint. Was it really neccessary to keep yelling it? He’d cause an uproar if there were humans passing by and listened to the boy’s accusations. Although, maybe they’d pay more attention to the bloody windshield and the corpse behind the steering wheel.}

    _{He turned around again, looking for what could he take next. “Hm—” The swirl lollipop caught his attention— as well as the panda cookies. He took both, one lollipop and one box of cookies. Taking the wrapper off, he gave the candy a lick before holding it between his fangs, opening the box of cookies to take a handful of them. The box was placed down, pulling the lollipop out of his mouth, his hand threw all the cookies possible on his palm into his mouth. Eating them by slow and loud munches.}

            _{“I had a reason to kill him.” You offend him! He wasn’t a cold-blooded murderer! —- Hm, no, he totally was. “I don’t have money.”}

{.♟;;  _{“H-hey now, don’t be stupid!”}

      _{This is all a joke, right?}

             _{It had to be!}

                   _{What sicko would kill just for the sake of some candy?!}

      _{“Y-you could have asked me for money! I have some I could spare, I guess – why jump to do the extreme?!” He extended a hand filled with a generous handful of coins. It was all he had, but hopefully enough to convince this monster that what he had done was wrong and uncalled for.}

      _{The candy truck’s owner, an old man with gray hairs peeping from near baldness, had slumped backwards on the seat, his head at an awkward angle. It was disgusting to see such a fate bestowed to someone so innocent-seeming, but you can only change the future, not the past. The blood was another vomit-worthy sight. It had stopped oozing out, thankfully, and had drained from his face. The blood outside his body, however, was nauseating. Dripping from the steering wheel, staining the clothing, dripping from the killer’s fingers. Back to the killer, this eccentric weirdo…} 

      _{His personality was too…calm? Naive, maybe? No, naive was wrong, but he did seem a bit oblivious to the consequences of random killings. Killing for candy, not even knowing that the crime was illegal. That was not something to go without comment. Was he a foreigner? Or was that just stupidity? Had he done this before? I mean, he seems to have some sort of expertise in the field of killing. One slash, and then candy all around… It’s kind of disturbing.}

      _{Wait. He did not have to be a foreigner. Was it not already decided that this murderer was inhuman to begin with? His actions somehow changed the diary, but he was not a diary owner. Which means…}

      _{“H-hey, um…” Candy was dribbling to his lips and crumbs stuck to his cheek. Was this a good time? Would it ever be a good time to negotiate with one not even human? (Well, besides Deus, that is.)}

      _{“What…are you? I mean, you’re not human, and you don’t seem very…educated on human etiquette. N-no offense!” – please don’t kill me! – “Are you a spirit or a demon or…?”}