A/N: Hey there, guys :D So, the idea for this story comes from boob tube watcher3452. I'm hooured I was ask to write it.
I really, really ship SpiritxAzusa. Not quite sure why. I just do.
Yumi Azusa turned over in the bunk she was sleeping in, her arm flying across the bed, resting on soft, toned… skin?
Her eyes bolted open, making sure to suppress a scream, and she focused on the figure in front of her. She soon made out a suggestive smirk, red hair and blue eyes.
"Spirit Albarn, get out!" Azusa kicked the man, clad in a grey t-shirt and boxer shorts, out of the bed and onto the floor.
"Oh, come on, Committee, I was only playing. Plus, we're supposed to be acting like a married couple." Spirit gave an even wider smile. Azusa slid her legs out of the bed, a scowl on her face.
"I detest that aspect of this mission. Death knows why we have to act like one." Azusa crossed her arms.
"Oh, speaking of." Spirit stood up and walked into the bathroom, where a ringing sound was emitting from the mirror.
"Move out of the way." Azusa shoved the redhead out of the doorframe, sliding her glasses on and looking in the mirror.
Three figures appeared, the familiar shinigami in the foreground and two familiar faces in the back, a silver haired, bespectacled man and an eyepatch-clad blonde.
"Hiya, hiya, hiya!" Shinigami-sama exclaimed. Azusa shrugged.
"Good morning, sir." she replied, disgruntled when the tall redhead peeked over her shoulder, resting his arm around her other one.
"S'up, guys?" Spirit asked.
"That's the closest you've been to a woman in years, isn't it, Spirit?" Stein asked from the back.
"Nobody asked your opinion, four-eyes." Spirit retorted. The 'four-eyes' he was currently leaning on hissed at him, and he backed away.
"Sorry." Spirit let his arms retract to their usual crossed position.
"What do you want, Shinigami-sama?" Azusa asked. Shinigami-sama gave a noise of affirmation and chuckled.
"Just making sure that you're ready for your schmoozing session tomorrow?" Shinigami-sama asked. Azusa sighed and nodded reluctantly.
"Yes, sir. Though, I don't understand why you had to send us. Why couldn't you send Stein and Marie? They can tolerate each other." Azusa crossed her arms. Spirit chuckled.
"Come on, they can more than tolerate each other, they're sleeping together." he added. The blonde in the back of the mirror blushed furiously and walked out of view.
"If we can all stop being children, Azusa, we sent you because we need your clairvoyance. We sent you with Spirit because you are able to see souls and can wield Spirit if absolutely necessary." Shinigami-sama explained. Azusa huffed. She knew that in the back of her mind.
"Yes, but why do we have to pretend to be," she sighed audibly, "married?"
"Because you need to get into the function where we think Ivanov is going to be." Nikolai Ivanov, codenamed The Iceman, was the supposed creator of the Kishin device that Spirit and Azusa were trying to retrieve.
"Now, you remember your identities, correct?" Shinigami-sama asked. Azusa nodded, very reluctantly.
If there was anything she hated more than having to pretend to be married to Spirit Albarn, it was this.
"I'd just like to repeat them, if I may?" Spirit came forward, a wide smirk on his face. Azusa elbowed him in the lower stomach.
"Oh, come on, Committee? I'm Leo Talon," Spirit began, a wide smile on his face, "your painfully debonair, sex god of a husband. Correct?" Spirit asked.
"You're something painful." Azusa growled.
"And you are my faithful, totally-immersed-in-my-sexual-prowess wife, Alexa Talon." Spirit's smirk grew further, if it were even possible.
"Who the hell comes up with these things?" Azusa asked Shinigami-sama, angrily.
"I have been assured by Internal Affairs that the names, the personality and the temperament of Leo and Alexa are going to give us the best chance of success at this mission." Shinigami-sama said. Azusa crossed her arms and scowled.
"Well, you can tell Internal Affairs to stick Leo and Alexa up their-"
"Okay, Shinigami-sama, gotta go, bye!" Spirit said, and the mirror went blank.
"You'd better not screw this up, Albarn." Azusa brandished an index finger in Spirit's face.
"I wouldn't dare, Committee." Spirit grinned.
"We've still got a month of this ridiculous mission. So, just shut up, and you might survive the first week." Azusa growled. Spirit chuckled.
"Oh, come on, Committee, you love me." Spirit gave a typical grin and wink.
"Far from it. Now, get out, I need to shower." Azusa crossed her arms.
"Aww, come on, can't I stay and-"
"You are not watching me shower, get the hell out!" Azusa hissed the words so quickly that they sounded like one. Spirit fumbled out of the room and shut the door, chuckling.
"Oh, this is going to be fun." Spirit grinned.
Spirit's eyes lifted from the milk carton he was currently drinking from and glanced at the raven-haired woman.
"What do you think you're doing?" Azusa asked. Spirit gulped and pointed to the carton.
"Drinking milk?" he asked. Azusa sighed and dropped her head. She was currently living in one of the smallest apartments she had ever experienced, with Spirit Albarn.
The accommodation for Deathscythes in Europe was not fantastic. But, the apartment was not too bad, as these things go. The company, however…
Azusa stormed over to the cabinet, grabbed a glass off of the shelf and shoved it in Spirit's face.
"Do you know what this is, Albarn?" Azusa asked. Spirit sighed and folded the carton back shut.
"Yes, ma'am." Spirit gave a cheeky grin. Azusa pulled her purse out of her pocket and pulled out some coins.
"You can go and get some more milk. I'm not drinking milk with your spit laced through it." Azusa snapped. Spirit sighed and put the carton back in the fridge, taking the coins before turning around and walking out of the kitchen.
"You need anything else? Chocolate? Some tampons, perhaps?" Spirit asked, dryly.
"You'd better get out of here before I throw something at you, Albarn." Azusa huffed. Spirit grinned and opened the front door.
"I'll put that down as a definite yes for tampons." Spirit piped up.
An arrow quivered in the wall next to Spirit's head, and he took that as his cue to leave. Azusa sighed loudly, sitting down on the couch and crossing her arms.
It was people like Spirit Albarn that had prevented Azusa from getting close to people. It wasn't that she wasn't attracted to men; though those who teased her at school were sure she was a lesbian. Yes, she had been attracted to men, but their true personalities always shone through in the end.
Well, Spirit Albarn's personality had shown through from the very beginning.
Well, so she thought, anyway.
After about ten minutes, Azusa felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She pulled it out and sighed.
What sort of milk do I get, wifey? ;D
Azusa gathered her hand into a fist and growled before texting back.
The sort that comes from a cow.
She hit send and threw her phone across the lounge. Spirit Albarn really was an idiot. And she had to spend a month, living with and pretending to be married to said idiot. Azusa picked up her phone and texted the only person who she remotely trusted to give her advice.
Marie, we're twelve hours into this mission and I already want to smother him in his sleep. Help?
After a few minutes, Azusa got a response.
Come on, sweetie. He's not that bad. Eventually, his charm will get you.
Azusa scoffed at the blonde's response.
Really? You are very blonde, Marie. It's not going to happen. *sigh*, I'm going to have to suck it up.
Azusa hit 'send' and sat back on the lounge, tucking her legs underneath. The latch on the door turned and Azusa glared at the doorway. The redhead walked back in, his hands above his head, the apartment keys in between his teeth.
"Where have you been? Didn't think they had a Chupa Cabra's here." Azusa huffed. Spirit shook the bag in his left hand, deftly dropping the keys from his mouth to his outstretched right hand.
"They had ramen to go." he replied. Azusa sighed and sat up.
"…Did you get me the low-sodium option?" Azusa asked. Spirit laughed.
"Oh, you're not going to get me with that one. No, I didn't, because then you'd accuse me of thinking you were fat." Spirit gave Azusa the sealed container. Azusa raised an eyebrow, almost imperceptibly.
"See, not as stupid as I look," Spirit smirked, sitting on the chair across from Azusa.
"Well, you'd hope not, Albarn." Azusa replied. Spirit feigned laughter.
"Thanks so much, Committee. Is that any way to treat your husband?" Spirit's grin was akin to that of a Cheshire cat's. Before Azusa could respond, her phone buzzed once more and she looked at it.
Trust me, Yumi. He's not as bad as you're making him out to be. Let him grow on you. I can't believe I'm saying this, but… Give Spirit Albarn a chance.
Azusa sighed as she looked at the message before looking at the redhead, who seemed to be fumbling around in the shopping bag at his feet. He gave a chuckle to himself before throwing a box of tampons at Azusa.
"Go to hell, Albarn." she threw the box back at the man, who simply laughed further.
It was going to be a long month.