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Title: Reaper
Type:fanfic, slash, Mark x Jack
Kind:AU
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When Mark woke up he was in a middle of nowhere, covering his whole view, was just corn. He was in the middle of cornfield. A huge cornfield, apparently. When he turned around again, he saw a hooded figure, which surely wasn't there when he last looked.
"Hello?" He called out. "Hello, excuse me, do you happen to know where am I?"
The figure turned around to face Mark and it turned out to be a man. Slim, pale skinned man, you could even find him handsome, if given enough time to contemplate. Mark saw green strands of hair, sticking from under his black hood. He found it kinda funny, to see someone else with colorful dyed hair, even when he dyed his hair for weird colors for almost a year already.
"Hey? Can-can you talk?" It was weird asking that, but as the man didn't answer, Mark wanted to make sure, he was able answer him.
"Of course I can, you idiot!" He took his hood off, and grimaced, crossing his arms. What hit Mark was his accent. Which was surely not American. It sounded... British? So the guy wasn't from America. Was Mark even still in USA? So many thoughts crossed his mind, and he couldn't focus. "Name's Jack. Hi." Few seconds passed before Mark realised that the man was talking to him, and he just introduced.
"Pardon, what?" He heard green-haired man sigh.
"You really are that stupid or do you just pretend? Please, tell me you're pretending. I don't want to deal with another smartass."
"What?" Mark never have been so distracted in his life before. Was it because he was in a place he had completely no memory of? Or maybe because of oddly handsome yet mysterious stranger he was stuck with? He couldn't tell.
"Oh boy. You're not pretending." The man seemed disappointed. "My name's Jack." He repeated, but this time Mark caught his name and forced himself to remember it. "I'm a reaper."
After a long moment of silence Mark spitted out a stuttered "A- a what?"
"Man, what is wrong with you, are you half-deaf? Am I supposed to speak louder?"
"N-no... Wait... You're Jack... As Jack The Ripper?" Green-haired man sighed loudly. It seemed like he dealt with these kind of questions alot times.
"No. A reaper. As 'Imma take your soul and drag you down to hell' reaper. But yes, I really am named Jack." This seemed to scare Mark a little, because his eyes widened slightly and he tried to back a few inches slowly, increasing the distance between the two of them.
"Oh... Alright then." He scratched the back of his neck and looked up at the man to see him looking right back. "Emm... Am I going to hell?" He felt stupid asking that, but he wanted to know. He wasn't a bad person. But he couldn't say he was such a good person either. Jack sighed again. He seemed to do that pretty often.
"No. You're not."
"Oh. Am I going to heaven, then?" Sigh again.
"Probably."
"How does it look?"
"What?" Reaper laughed softly. "Heaven?"
"No. I mean... Dying?"
"You're already dead, Mark." Reaper's calm voice sounded a little bit scary, but on the other hand it was oddly reassuring. He rested his elbow on a high rock, which seemed to materialise from air, because it wasn't there few seconds before.
"Oh... And how about going to heaven? How does it all look? Am I... Do I have... Like a last wish?"
"Darling, do I look like a genie to you? I don't grant wishes. Besides I don't really care what do you want to do. See your family? Eat your favourite pizza? Kiss your girlfriend for the last time?" Mark frowned.
"Um, I'm gay." He exclaimed, frowning, but the very second he said that, he regretted that decision. Why did he felt an urge to say this? Jack probably doesn't give a fuck about him, and the lesser he knows, the better it would make Mark feel.
"Um, okay? Do you want a medal for this?"
"No... I'm just... You were talking about girlfriends, and I just felt an odd urge to say that."
Jack shrugged. "I don't care." Looking at his face, Mark could tell that he really didn't care. His face was resting in a grimace, and he seemed to hate every second he had to spend with Mark.
"That sounds like homophobia."
"No, darling, that sounds like apathy. When I say I don't care, I mean it. I barely feel anything beside apathy. Maybe disgust. Sometimes disappointment. But yeah, mainly apathy." Mark sighed.
"Well... Okay then."
"You sound disappointed. Did you think that when you tell me about you being gay, I'll immediately love you and run into your arms, maybe even forgetting about your soul? Nah-ah. I ain't that kind of guy."
"What?! Why would I think something like that?" Well, Mark did find Jack quite handsome. But he never thought that speaking about his sexuality would make anyone else change theirs. "I didn't." He felt an urge to assure him that.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure you didn't." Jack seemed to tease him, and he seemed to really enjoy it, because the grimace on his face was replaced by a smirk. Which made him even more attractive, according to Mark. "You look cute when you're angry" Tips of Mark's ears went red, and he felt a warm blush crawl up his cheeks. His face was now probably almost as red as his hair. Reaper laughed. "You're blushing." His accent and soft laugh made Mark blush even harder. He looked at Jack and his eyes locked for a while.
It was Jack that broke the eye contact, by turning his head left, and probably rolling his eyes. Mark couldn't tell that from where he was standing. Yet he kept looking at Jack. He was indeed handsome, his face was covered in stubble, forming a slight beard, his eyes were blue. Not light blue, not dark. Simply blue, just like a sky. When he noticed that Mark is still looking at him, he tilted his head slightly.
"What?"
"Nothing." Mark coughed. "I was just wondering... Your accent is weird, definitely not American... Are you... Are you british?" Jack sighed. Loudly.
"No. I'm Irish, you ass" Mark squinted.
"Wait, reapers can be Irish?" Green-haired laughed.
"See, darling, that's... That's what you call racism."
"Oh. Did I offend you?" Mark sneered. He didn't knew why, but suddenly he felt more self conscious. He was no longer scared.
Jack crossed his arms. "I might be. And you don't want to mess with a reaper, believe me." Mark snorted.
"Boo-hoo, I'm so scared."
"You should be."
Mark lowered his voice. "Scare me." The last thing he saw was reaper's mischievous smile, and he found himself in an unbelievably hot place. He looked around only to realize that he was in a middle of active volcano. "Ow, fuck"
Jack smiled broadly. "Boo"
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