Chapter Text
In a land not quite the living but not exactly the dead, two shadows sat on a pile of crumbling rocks. The first was not exactly what one would expect from a monster of the dead. It had a rather rat-like face, and darkened, soulless black eyes. For reasons unknown, the creature had donned a rather neatly pressed suit, clearly tailored for its extra appendages, and small shape.
The other was more the average image a child would think up when asked to describe a monster. It was huge, with massive billowing wings stretched out above his back, yellow in color, just like the rest of the craggy beast. His eyes were almost wholly black, a small ring of blue negated the endless darkness. A thick powerful tail swished behind the monster, moving in tandem with it’s wings.
“I fear I don't quite understand.” The larger one spoke, seeming rather clumsy, despite his terrifying appearance.
“I didn’t expect you too.” The smaller one responded, and the other only huffed out a slightly offended breath.
“Blunt as always Nezu.”
“Naive as ever Toshinori.”
Silence ensued.
“So he really just left because he was getting, what, antsy?” Toshinori, as always, broke the tension less silence, eyes never leaving the gray void that stretched before them.
“Aizawa’s methods have always been rather peculiar, you certainly are aware of this.” Nezu responded rather curtly, ears twitching as a rock brushed by Toshinori’s tail fell down, down, down, down.
“We’ve all felt the urges-” Toshinori’s clawed hand clutched tighter at the leather satchel attached around his waist, with a singular pouch. “But no one truly acts because they are antsy."
“Aizawa isn’t your average Shinigami.” Nezu responded with a note of finality, signaling the conversation was over. Although Toshinori was clearly displeased by his lack of an answer, (his wings twitching was always the dead giveaway,) he stayed silent, glaring into the abyss. “
Hizashi is going to be upset.” Toshinori, as always, struck up an alternate subject.
“That’s assuming he wasn’t in on the plan.” Nezu responded, yet his tone sounded as dubious as they both felt. Toshinori expressed this feeling, surprisingly managing to raise what appeared to be an eyebrow.
“If Hizashi was ‘in on it’ we currently would be having a very different conversation.” And that, the mouse Shinigami admitted was true. Hizashi would follow Aizawa to the end of reality, and to Nezu’s enhanced intelligence, it was blindingly obvious that Aizawa hadn’t told his best friend of his apparent plans simply so Hizashi wouldn’t follow and fuck up his own life.
“Touché.”
“Nemuri will probably be ummm a bit-”
“Bitchy?” Nezu suggested, delighting in the way Toshinori flushed at the word.
“Well I didn’t say it.” He responded. Nemuri was also somewhat close to Aizawa. The Shinigami however, was a sexual deviant, enjoying wearing rather skimpy outfits even by Shinigami standards, as well as flirting with anyone that had a face and hands. So Nemuri could just as likely be friends with Aizawa, as she was just trying to coerce him. Toshinori was clearly waiting for Nezu to continue the conversation, but Nezu stayed silent, wishing he had some of his delicious tea to really sort through the muddled, half clear ideas in his head.
"Will he be okay?" Nezu was a master at reading his fellow Shinigami, living in close confinements for millennia tends to do that to a person, however Nezu wasn't expecting the next question Toshinori said.
"It was his decision." Nezu responded, intentionally avoiding the question. In truth, Nezu was unsure. Aizawa was a very capable Shinigami, very much deserving of his title, Eraserhead. However, not many had ever experienced the human world, and although the humans couldn't exactly see Shinigami without access to a death note, there were still many ways for one to become lost in the mortal realm.
"You are ever the comforting one." Toshinori sighed, rolling his eyes as his tail twitched yet again, and Nezu fixated on another tumbling rock.
"I try my hardest." Nezu responded, and with that, it seemed the two Shinigami had run out of things to say. In an almost unanimous decision, the pair sat up, turning away from the void to begin walking the rocky path back, both unaware that the other was still turning over a single question, something they were both too hesitant to ask, especially now the opportunity was gone.
What was Aizawa's true motive?