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She tried not to be bothered by it (he didn't look bothered at it so she wouldn't either).

Keyword: tried

She wouldn't have mind if it was someone quiet and who knew how to control their mou-

"Ne Tsubaki!"

Tsubaki felt her eye twitch.

"Tsubakiiiiiiiii. Ne, Tsubaki!"

She could've sworn she heard a vein pop in her head.

"Are you ignoring me now?" Yukiteru pouted," Giving me the silent treatment, are you?"

Apparently the brown haired idiot decided it was a nice idea to hang out at the spot under the bridge by the crystal clear river. And hell would freeze over before she would give in and relinquish her favourite spot to him. She found this place first and she was not going to let him ruin it for her.

"Tsubaki~" Yukiteru deliberately poked her on her arm.

That did it.

"WHAT?!" She snarled at him, a raging inferno burning in the depths of her eyes. If he didn't know any better he thought she was trying to annihilate him those eyes of hers that he once thought were fragile and harmless.

The boy audibly gulped.

"Nothing," He whimpered.

Tsubaki let herself ease back to her seat and sighed.

"Why are you even here?" She asked, massaging her temples to rid herself of the oncoming headache caused by one idiotic brunette.

"I told you I often visit this place. I like it here," He grinned as if everything was perfectly fine and he hadn't nearly gotten himself killed by one enraged female.

She sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time today. 'Why? Why meeee?'
"Ne Tsubaki, do you like it here too?"

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't, idiot," She shot back.

"True," He smiled then mumbled," It's a nice place to escape."

She automatically perked up as she quickly turned her head to face him, so quick that Yukiteru thought she might've gotten herself a whiplash.

"What did you say?" She asked, a bit stupefied.

"Nothing," He grinned then his expression turned a tad bit solemn, opting to divert his expression to the horizon ahead," Are you escaping something too Tsubaki?"

"Are you?"

"Mhhmm..." He stared at the setting sun ahead with an unwavering gaze," Life."

"Life?" She arched a brow at this.

"Yeah," He smiled wistfully," How about you?"

"It's... peaceful here. No one looks for me here," She replied, gone was the venom and hostility in her voice.

A comforting silence washed over them as they regarded the sun sinking behind the horizon with avid gazes.

"Tsubaki?"

"Mmhhmm?"

"Are you stalking me?"

He didn't even see it coming when she pushed him into the river without any second thoughts.

Later that day Muru Muru had guffawed at the sight of the 2nd world god dripping wet and shivering in his soppy clothes.

"What happened to you?" The short girl asked between fits of laughter," Finally decided to drown yourself?"

"I'm not suicidal, Muru Muru."

"Have you ever fallen in love, Tsubaki?" Yukiteru had asked as he lay on his back with his arms folded behind his head. He didn't even look at her as he asked her this question.

Silence

"Yes."

"What happened?"

Tsubaki ducked her head, her gaze fell. She smiled bitterly," He loved someone else."

Yukiteru shifted his gaze to one particular donut shaped cloud drifting lazily across the vast sky," There was this girl once…"

He's not quite sure why but he spills the words before he even fathoms what he was doing, long buried words escape his mouth before he could even clamp his lips shut. He knew he should stay quiet and keep it to himself but he finds himself not caring anyway. It just feels nice talking to someone for once and not keeping it bottled inside. Maybe because he had been lonely for a long time now that he finds her company comforting and more than welcome.

And before they knew it, even if they won't admit it openly, they find comfort in each other. (Two broken hearts; Negative and Negative sometimes results to positive, right?)

"My parents are expecting another child soon," Tsubaki muttered as she fixed her gaze on the ground, wrapping her arms around her knees.

Yukiteru gave her a side-glance and smiled," That's good news. How do you feel about this, Tsubaki?"

She tightened her hold around her knees, shrugging," Honestly I don't know what I should be feeling. It feels so new to me. It's just… just that for how many years I've been used to the fact that I was the only one."

Yukiteru placed a comforting hand on her arm (and he was glad yet surprised when she didn't even flinch or pull back). The action prompted her to involuntarily bring her gaze towards him.

He smiled warmly at her," It's okay to be nervous, Tsubaki."

They fall into a comfortable routine. Before they even know it they find themselves meeting at the same spot. It wasn't like they made an agreement to be there every day… they're just there.

He likes the company. And even she doesn't seem like it, Tsubaki was a good listener. Somewhere inside him, a tiny part of his mind (barely even there) tells him that he finds solace in her that he hadn't found in anyone else. Perhaps it's because they were both hurt and heartbroken. Or maybe somehow somewhat, there was a connection?

She doesn't want to admit that somehow his company was more than welcome- that he was more than welcome. She enjoys the change of pace, having something laid back every afternoon. Because when the strain of her life ever so slowly triggers, when she gets tired of everyone making a fuss of her, everyone treating her like delicate piece of porcelain doll that would break with the tiniest force she'd head to that same spot by the river and he'll be there.

And it struck her as odd when one afternoon he wasn't at the usual spot under the bridge, by the river, lying on his back casually with his arms folded behind his head and cloud watching. He was probably late. Which was still peculiar to her because he was never late. He always comes first.

Shrugging her unease aside, she opted to sit by the riverbank and regard the water flowing smoothly and calmly. But try as she might she couldn't shrug off the foreboding feeling settling over her and the nagging part of her mind all but screaming at her that something was out of place.

When he does come, he's bent over with his hands on his knees, panting and trying to catch his breath with all the running he did to get there.

However when he looks up at her he looks happier than she'd ever seen him, his face practically lighting up with pure unadulterated joy even with sheen of sweat gathering at the side of his boyish face.

She finds his happiness contagious that she feels the side of her lips twitches into a smile.

"She's coming back to me!" He beams.

And her smile fell.

He'd been talking about her, how it broke him when she left, how his world turned dark, and how he utterly misses her.

She should be happy for him, she knew she should but the numbing feeling in her chest tells her otherwise.

And the frustrating thing was she didn't know why she was feeling that…

She finds him there one bittersweet afternoon. He was sitting by the riverbank, his shoulders slump, and his eyes trained on the waters.

"Yukiteru?"

He turns his head towards her and she could've sworn she saw the slightest hint of unshed tears in his cobalt blue eyes.

Before she knew it she's sitting beside him.

"She's not…" He trailed off, the words feels heavy and bitter in his mouth.

She toughens her resolve as she unconsciously clenches her hands onto the fabric of her skirt, knuckles turning white and nails digging into pale delicate flesh through the fabric.

"The girl you were talking about, she's Yuno Gasai, isn't she?"

The silence that came after was enough of an answer.

"Honestly, Yukiteru," There is a certain strain in her voice," You don't love her, you just want to feel loved. She loved you, she chased after you but when she stopped you decided you wanted her. You want her to chase after you again. That's not love. You just miss her, not love her. Don't mistake nostalgia for love. You really are an idiot."

And somewhere along her words Yukiteru had wrapped his arms around her, silently crying, tears trickling down his face and making her shirt wet but she finds herself not caring about her moist shirt, that was the least of their concerns right now.

She patted his back soothingly, tracing comforting circles on it…

"She chose Akise Aru," He managed to choke out between tears and silent sobs.

Her voice cracked as she utters her next words," And Akise Aru chose her."

The kiss taste of tears and longing at first but as she leans into she finds the warmth in his soft lips and the tingle in her stomach told her that she could lose herself into this moment.

When they broke apart, Yukiteru rests his forehead against hers, smiling against her lips," Come with me."

And in that bittersweet afternoon the third world had found their new god…

AN: Don't kill me.

I can't find anyone else fit to be the third world god and I can't just leave it there so yeah...