DEATH IS A BRAT

Three | Noam

++ You are Death ++

I, Noam Evrard Leiron, had little to no things to be afraid of. I was raised in a family of assassins. I was born to be a black knight with finesse. I grew up having an iron heart. And it's a huge shame on my ego that a woman's grin can send shivers on my spine.

Tama nga ang hinala kong hindi magandang balita ang baliw na babaeng ito. Kahit hindi naman talaga siya ang kamatayan (na pilit pa rin nitong ginigiit), binabagabag pa rin ako sa pagsunod-sunod niya sa akin.

I don't have a single idea how she found my address. Nang pagsarhan ko siya ng pinto kagabi, hindi naman siya nag-abalang kumatok ulit. But I was beyond shocked when morning came and she's still standing in front of my door with a grin plastered on her face.

Ngayon ay nakasunod siya sa akin na parang asong ulol. I can feel her stares behind me, and it's giving me creeps. I can't even remember her name anymore!

“Stop tailing me like a dog, will you?” I rudely said without looking back.

“No. I have a job slot for you, coffin man. Hear me out first.”

Inismiran ko siya. “So you're a CEO now?”

“Nope.” I stopped on my tracks when she blocked the way. “I want you to be my human guide. Tell me the things here in the mortal world that I don't know. In return, I will delay your death. Deal?”

Tiningnan ko ang nakalahad niyang kamay. I once felt pity on mentally ill people who had no choice but to live in the streets because everyone can't accept them. But this girl is clearly different. Hindi ko magawang maawa sa kaniya. She's simply annoying as hell.

“No deal. Ayokong makipag-ugnayan sa mga kagaya mong baliw.”

Nilapitan ko ang aking ducati saka sumakay roon. Crazy girl followed, blabbering nonsense again.

“I am not crazy! How many times should I tell you that I am Death? Are humans really this stupid?! My Lucifer, you're giving me a headache!”

I yawned. “You know what? I'm tired of hearing all your bullshits.”

She let out a grunt of frustration, her fists clenched into a ball while stomping her bare feet on the ground.

When she's doing it like that, it kinda reminds me of someone.

“You, bastard!”

“Whatever, crazy girl. Umalis ka na dito. This is not a place for insane kids. Pumunta ka na lang doon sa hardware shop sa kabilang block. Bumili ka ng bagong turnilyo saka ipangalan mo sa akin ang bayad. Just stop following me around.”

Then I drove off the streets, leaving her grumbling. I peeked at the side mirror and she's still standing in the same spot while shooting daggers at me. I shrugged and focused on driving instead.

Hindi naman siguro iyon pagtitripan ng mga kapitbahay ko. I'm sure she's an adult already even if her height is just below my chin. 'Yon nga lang ay kulang ng turnilyo. I bet she would start spreading her delusions on the neighborhood, announcing that she is a.k.a Death. She will be Crime District's laughing stock if that happens.

She's gonna be a great entertainment for everyone.

Anyway, kumpiyansa naman akong walang papatol sa kabaliwan ng babaeng iyon. Everyone is busy with their own business. And their business has nothing to do with a crazy blonde girl except...

Except for Freylon, the innocence assaulter.

Tiningnan ko ang aking wrist watch saka malutong na napamura. It's already past 8 o'clock. Sa mga ganitong oras ay lumalabas si Freylon para magkape sa tapat ng bahay niya, hindi kalayuan sa apartment.