ZADR-- One Shot. AnniversaryIt was their 6 month anniversary. Zim had taken to learn about such things, and so he decided to take lead for this one, since Dib had celebrated the last two, respectively, at one month and at 3 months. So now they found themselves out in town. A decent town existed, which was right next to their own, and it was actually slightly better. The Irken pulled Dib along. ''...Come human.... We're almost there!''"Where are we going?" Dib asked, curiosity plain on his face.Zim growled under his breath. He had made reservations at this place, because apparently, it was popular and well-known for its good food. And for Dib, Zim wanted the best. ''..You'll see Dib-filth. Close your eyes.'' He told him; the insults having never really worn off. He halted in his pacing, waiting for Dib to do so. The other teen shrugged and closed his eyes, waiting for Zim to guide them to their destination. He wondered what the alien could possibly have in mind for their anniversary.It has been four long years,
Purgatory-- Chapter 3.Meanwhile....It was generally a peaceful and productive day in the Shinigami Realm. People were going back and forth from their offices to their necessary destinations-- however, a darkness loomed over the city, and mostly the main office building. They lost one of their own...Grell walked past the Supervisor's empty office for the second time that day. He pouted, wiping off his eyes, mascara running down his face. Everyone knew the source of his distress... ''..It's not fair..!'' He nearly shouted.Ronald heard this and poked his head out of his office, looking down at the source of the noise, towards his friend. ''...Upset again? ..It's been about a week you know....'' He trailed off, unsure how insensitive that probably sounded...Grell would have thrown something at him, but instead went over and whacked the Blond-orange haired shinigami over the head with his hand.''Ahh! Stop acting like Will-senpai..''At the mere mention of his beloved, the redhead burst out into tears again,
Purgatory Chapter 2.The next day came by showing off the brighter red sky compared to the darker red from the night. The former-shinigami shot up, sitting up and observing his surroundings. Right... He recalled last night...He hmm'ed, shifting over to the edge of the bed. Almost immediately, he heard the door crack open.''Ah, so you're awake..'' came the voice.William turned his head to see the raven color-haired demon standing in the door, his form somewhat blurry. William's hand scrambled for his glasses, once finding them, sliding them onto his face. ''..Indeed, I am. What do you want?''Sebastian hmm'ed, slinking further into the room, staring into the other's green eyes. ''..Oh, nothing..''''...Somehow I don't believe that.'' Odd unknown distrust crept into his voice.''Fine, I've come to shove you onto the bed and have my way with you..'' He smirked, watching the other stumble back a bit in some shock.Sebastian laughed, entering the room a bit more now. ''..In all se
Purgatory Chapter 1.Sebastian should have known not to get close to William. The demon, with all his ages of experience, hadn't thought about falling in love with a concept of a person. When looking upon William T. Spears, laying vulnerable on the bed of rock and magma, exposed and confused, he assumed he would simply create a man out of nothing. He understood that he could take something that previously loathed demons and turn him into the opposite, hateful of shinigami.William attempted to sit up, hissing slightly as his muscles pulled and contracted. "You seem confused," the demon stated to the once-shinigami. William nodded."Perhaps I am
" he said. His face still held his perpetual frown. His voice was still stern, but seemed to miss a certain monotonous irritation."
.Do you know who you are?"He was silent.. "..No. I don't know who YOU are either."The demon tried to hide a smile of amusement before helping him up and speaking again. "You are William T. Spears. I am Sebastian
Purgatory-- PrologueBlackness.Silence.The man lifted his hands. His arms felt heavy. Flexing clawed fingers, he felt nothing but air above him. Below there was a heated table.Ringed green eyes opened, briefly showing slit fuscia irises. He saw blackness. There were voices. Vague and hushed."Is he awake?""Yes."More silence.More blackness.Voices again."Is he my problem?""Yes.""Do I have to?"Hushed silence, and the man felt ragged breath. He tasted heat and ash. There was a brief hiss, a flare of steamy heat by his arm. His body jumped. Laying on the stone table, he turned to listen to the voices. There was more hushed talking."I'll deal with him. I don't need-""Remember that this is your fault. He's your creation. You take care of him.""Alright." Footsteps, firelight. A handsome, pale face. Crimson eyes, tousled ashy hair."W-who?"Slipping glasses onto the man's face, the other pale face tilted slightly. "I am Sebastian. You are William T. Spears. And you are a demon."
William and Grell switch oneshot.Clouds covered half of the sky, while the sun decided to climb out from behind them. The fiery star glazed down to a certain society watching its members, who were all wearing suits, walk towards their areas of interest such as the big building across the one bridge, the Shinigami Library. Some were carrying odd weapons which were known to be deathscythes to the people. The sun shrugged those off, as its vision fell onto an office building nearby against several others varying in size and height. It directed its eyes within one office window, examining the surroundings.The wallpaper was red. Several books were red. A red was splashed all over a medium sized carpet in the room. The room was about ¾ red with all of its objects. And at the desk, there was a man laying on and sleeping on his paperwork. He wasn't wearing anything red, but it was obvious that he loved the color."..SPEARS!"The man fumbled a bit, as he suddenly stirred from the sudden yell of his last name.