The crowd cheered loudly, their screams filling the stadium. They waved flags, swinging banners. Why wouldn't they? The champion was competiting on the world championship. For the sixth time. He's won all of his previous fights. He walks out onto the floor, the crowd becoming silent. They stare in awe and amazement. Suddenly, someone screams out his name; everyone joining in.

"DEATH!" They screeched. He waved, smirking at them. He waved at a few fangirls, causing at least five of them faint. He stepped into the ring, tightening his gloves with his teeth. He winked at someone in the crowd. They rolled their eyes and flushed, their cheeks turning a nice shade of red.

Death turned to face his opponent, another skeleton. They were known to dominant in the ring. Everyone called him 'Murder', but him and 'Death' had met before. His actual name is Dust. He's never been able to beat Death.

~

After beating Murder to the point where he couldn't walk or stand, 'Death' retreated back to his room. He slipped off his gloves, cracking his neck and knuckles. He got re-dressed in a white tank-top and basketball shorts. He placed bandages over his slightly bleeding knuckles, cursing at himself for hitting a friend that hard. A knock sounded behind him.

"Reaper." A calm, smooth voice spoke. Reaper didn't have to glance back to know exactly who was at the door. His secret lover, no one in the press knew about, because, well, he was the press.

"Well, hello, Geno." He greeted him, carefully wrapping his injured hand. Geno stalked inside, Reaper barely hearing the small stomp of his shoes as he stepped forward. Soon enough, he was right behind Reaper. His arms reached up and wrapped around Reaper's upper torso, snuggling into his back.

"He landed a pretty solid hit." Geno murmered, his hands grabbing onto the front of his shirt." One of these days, that punch is going to be too solid."

"I know." Reaper spoke.

"Then quit! Come with me!" Geno demanded, tears burning at his eyes. Reaper exhaled, grabbing Geno's hand and kissing it gently, his rough hands smoothing over his lovers.

"I can't do that. This is where I belong." Reaper spoke softly, his voice comforting. Tears rolled down Geno's cheeks, his glitch begining to disappear. Reaper turned around, taking his face in his hands. He wiped away the tears, kissing Geno's forehead.

"Sweetheart, I love you, you know that. I trust you." Reaper spoke sweetly, his words soothing an almost sobbing Geno." You love me. You have to trust me."

"I know, it's just-"

"One more year, that's all it'll take."

"Reaper..."

"By then, I'll have lost my touch. I'll quit."

"Promise me. Promise me."

"I promise."

"What do you promise?"

"I promise to live long enough, just for you."

"Good. Dumbass."