Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20131008005529/@comment-6975131-20131012020755

Jr woke from his slumber. He stared Gears in his cold, murderous eyes. HE saw a boy, hungry for death, the eerie scrapes of the Shinigami's gripping nails, resounding on the door to Jr's heart. A wave of painful angst roared through the boy's beating heart. The rhythm of a child so near death, as if the melodies of a thousand demons were in the room. The cold, red hair atop the scalp of the murderous, demon of a boy. Never would Jr have thought that the composer of his own demise would be his dear comrade, never would he have fathomed the beast that filled his nightly terrors would be so dear of a friend. His adolescent eyes began to well with innocent tears, his face reddening, his beating heart reaching a deafening crescendo!

"Et tu, Gears?!' He cried with the ever so latent feeling of betrayal. Then, as he prepared for the beautiful dawn of his life, to come suddenly crashing into premature night, a fleeting moment of clarity made it self known in Jr's mind. He relaxed, tense muscles loosening. He took in a deep breath, looking into his killers eyes.

"Lol, kill me, this isn't even canon."

(I'm done with this RP now, so skip my subsequent turns.)