[The weeks after the call had been... strange and stressful for Casper. His choice was dangerous, but his record was immaculate otherwise, so he decides to risk everything on the hope no one would look too closely.
If it didn't work the outcome would be the same for him, so he saw no reason not to try other than... well... his pride as a Reaper. And he had already destroyed that, hadn't he?
So with trembling hands he crossed Hoshino Ai's name off the list. Accounting it as harvested. He waited until a day where he had a large log to fill- many souls. And then he waited, laying in bed curled around Asrael and trying not to be sick. Reapers lost souls- otherwise ghosts wouldn't exist. But he never had. Not once. He just had to pray no one would notice his numbers being just that tiny tiny bit off. Just this once.
And nothing happened. No summons. No punishment. His spotless record had saved him- no one checked his count.
The fact that no other reapers would attempt to reap her as long as it wasn't noticed was something he tried not to think too much about. He would have to do it himself, someday, if he was never found out. But not today.
Not Today.
He ended up Soul Sick for days after- the many souls he let build up as cover and the stress hitting him badly. But that eventually passed. And things... just went back to normal. he worked: it was his passion, after all. If anything he worked harder than ever to counter his sin. But still, his thoughts often went back to that day. Tempted to check in on her. But he made an oath, and he intended so keep it. But the thought was always there.
Until the day his app pings.
He stares at it, reading the messages with something like... happiness? Relief? More proof the plan worked. And she was doing... well? He hoped so. He raises his hands to start responding, the Grim Reaper is typing... indicator showing for a few moments. But he froze... then deleted it, letting it go dark again.
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If it didn't work the outcome would be the same for him, so he saw no reason not to try other than... well... his pride as a Reaper. And he had already destroyed that, hadn't he?
So with trembling hands he crossed Hoshino Ai's name off the list. Accounting it as harvested. He waited until a day where he had a large log to fill- many souls. And then he waited, laying in bed curled around Asrael and trying not to be sick. Reapers lost souls- otherwise ghosts wouldn't exist. But he never had. Not once. He just had to pray no one would notice his numbers being just that tiny tiny bit off. Just this once.
And nothing happened. No summons. No punishment. His spotless record had saved him- no one checked his count.
The fact that no other reapers would attempt to reap her as long as it wasn't noticed was something he tried not to think too much about. He would have to do it himself, someday, if he was never found out. But not today.
Not Today.
He ended up Soul Sick for days after- the many souls he let build up as cover and the stress hitting him badly. But that eventually passed. And things... just went back to normal. he worked: it was his passion, after all. If anything he worked harder than ever to counter his sin. But still, his thoughts often went back to that day. Tempted to check in on her. But he made an oath, and he intended so keep it. But the thought was always there.
Until the day his app pings.
He stares at it, reading the messages with something like... happiness? Relief? More proof the plan worked. And she was doing... well? He hoped so. He raises his hands to start responding, the Grim Reaper is typing... indicator showing for a few moments. But he froze... then deleted it, letting it go dark again.
He made an oath.]