Daily Life Of Dragon King In Another World

(Tatsuya POV)

I adjusted my eyes so that I wouldn't look at the damn sunlight glaring at us during this kind of time. And then, I looked at him who bore no emotion on his face. He did have emotion but just need the right trigger for it. His glistening white hair onto his eyes and he blew at the strands to move them away from his face. His hair was hell damn messy of slightly long and short hair. My hand felt strangely itchy for some reason.

I hate to admit that when I looked at that damn handsome aka hot face, something inside me seemed to awaken and it happened when I was supposed to be a straight guy. Get hold of yourself Tatsuya because you also have a girlfriend now.

He shockingly had a muscular body despite having a lean build but I've been wondering how. He's not the sports type and I never saw him go to the gym either. I was about to say thank you for agreeing to my request (although I actually forced him) when he decided to roll his eyes and snarled.

[Can't you watch where you going. You're surely gonna trip again]

I should have just shrunk back and run away from this guy but maybe because I finally found my soulmate that I suddenly became brave today.

[C'mon. I told ya before that it's an accident and lemme ask ya, don't ya have ears?]

For once, I decided to become stupid by courting death.

He suddenly pulled down his black mask and smirked. His purple orbs were glaring at me as if wanted to eat me alive. I gulped, avoiding my eyes from him.

[I did have ears but I would love to show you another part of my body.]

I rolled my eyes in disbelief. I strode briskly, wondering how he didn't have a girlfriend until now. Didn't he know that he should use his skill to pick up girls? I started to ponder whether this guy was a natural-born lady killer. That was smooth as hell. How did he survive without girls surrounding him until now?

[For example, my hand?]

He raised his hand and turned it into a fist.

I decided to swallow those words back. He is just pure block made of darkness. I scowled at him defiantly as my eyes bore into him. After a moment of silence, we both sighed at the same time. I crossed my arms behind my head as we walked along the street.

[Ugh, no wonder no girls would dare to come to you! How did Yuna-chan dare to hang out with you, you dragon made of darkness?]

I scoffed.

[What does that mean, fake-dragon-who-likes-to-cry?]

He nonchalantly said as if it was a fact as he looked at his hand.

[Well, thank you for your compliment. So, why don't you show me your fang too? Mr.Dragon?]

He suddenly grinned. Looking at that mischievous grin plastered on his face, I suddenly got a very bad feeling.

[Are you sure? You can figure out later if it was real or not. You're welcome.]

[N-No thank you…Wait, am I supposed to say thank you because I know that wasn't a compliment?]

[Who knows…]

I looked down at my feet. I was in a sweat, my breath hitched in my throat. Purple eyes stopped in front of one of the stores. I saw him looking at the television inside the glass display which shows the trailer about a movie that is going to come out in the movie theater soon.

His face was blank, maybe a bit melancholy plus nostalgia. I frowned, raising my eyebrow slightly. I couldn't understand why he has that kind of face. It doesn't suit him knowing his personality.

[What's wrong with you?]

He didn't say anything as if he was in trance. It was until the trailer end that he looked at me again.

[Gomen…What are you talking again?]

[Nothing. You were too absorbed in that trailer. Don't tell me you want to watch that?]

He turned silent, shrugging as he averted his eyes from mine.

[Tch. None of your business]

He clicked his tongue. His cold personality made his reappearance in an unexpected manner. I couldn't help but gulp due to shock. I took a deep breath and encircled my arm around his neck.

[Let's go watch it once it came out. How about buying VIP ticket while waiting for it? We can bring those two brats too.]

I grinned. He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

[Whatever.]

I laughed as he pushed my hand away.

*****

My earbuds blasted 'Kurenai' by X0X-Japan. I was incredibly entranced by the song that I didn't notice myself singing even after I'd arrived at the entrance of a clothing shop.

I could not look back

You'd gone away from me

I felt my heartache

I was afraid of following you.

Ryuga gave a sidelong glanced and pinched my waist.

[Ittai! Damn it…Are you trying to bleed me to death?]

I pulled down my earphone and turned off my MP3. I slid it into my pants pocket.

[Nice voice Kurotatsu, this time you actually didn't kill any cats on the way]

I rolled my eyes and looked at the storefront sign.

[You're just jealous that my voice is better than yours.]

I proudly said.

[Heh~ I'm still waiting for the glass to break ya know.]

Back in the eighth grade, I had a phase where I couldn't stop my habit of singing. In the shower, I would sing any song that I know. In the classroom, if the class was in a state of silence, you would hear someone humming a song. One day, I tried to sing a high pitched note and a cat ended up falling from a tree. I'd never seen that feline coming again to my backyard after that.

I wonder if my voice was really that bad…

*****

In the store~

I followed his line of view and saw a line cloths for males. Ryuga's eyes flashed a sign of irritation but it quickly went away. I picked a blue jacket with flower sewn on its pocket and show him.

[How about this one?]

[Your sense of fashion is worse than mine, Kurotatsu.]

I g.r.o.a.n.e.d quite loudly, causing him to ignore me and looked around at the shoes on the rack. He pointed at the dark blue 'Mike' sneakers. I sat on the wooden stool and asked the employee to bring the bigger size since it doesn't match my feet.

[I never knew you have feet with a size of a giant, Kurotatsu]

[Kisama…are truly unpredictable, Yami Ryu. The moment ya act nice was the moment this world got destroyed.]

Ryuga face darkened. His smirk grew wider as my mouth hung open. He used the tip of his index finger and closed my jaw.

[I wouldn't want you, my friend to catch flies, would I?]

He walked away from me and picked a cream-colored khaki. Almost all eyeballs in the store were glued on him. He naturally could feel their gaze on him. He turned at the corner and walked this way. He threw it on me resulting in I caught it before it hit my face. I g.r.o.a.n.e.d.

[The world is definitely going to be destroyed soon. I called it.]

I murmured. Ryuga doesn't flinch despite hearing what I just said. For someone like him who lived more than any human on earth, he surprisingly has a good fashion sense. Strictly speaking, he should be wearing a classic kind of cloth considering his mental age but he could cope with the trend quite well. Of course, it all thanks to having his mother as his 'coach'.

He, unfortunately, didn't like to dress up and always wear something that looked lame instead. Unless he was forced, he only wears something that will make him comfortable, completely uncaring of how other people judged him. For example, the outfit that he currently wore.

It was just a simple purple hoodie over a black shirt, a pair of sweatpants with white lines on each side and a pair of slippers…

[Don't tell me that no one ever questions his outfit at all?]

I murmured.

He picked three types of hat and put them on my head. They were a black fedora, a boater hat with a blue line, and a gray trilby hat. I looked at these hats with question marks.

[Just choose either one. Ah, for the Fedora one, I preferred not though unless you want to be a mafia.]

[Why did you give me then? By the way, which one is Fedora? All of them almost looked the same to me…]

[Are you serious?]

[I'm really serious]

I revealed a blank look and Ryuga facepalmed. He patiently explained the difference between those three until he suddenly stopped once he realized it.

[Ugh, how could you make me blabbering about clothes? What am I? A fashion designer?]

[I'm sorry because I was also surprised that you could talk that much.]

[Tch. Shine! Kurotatsu.]

He said with an emotionless voice. His purple orbs were laced with a sign of hatred. I laughed, slinging my arm around him.

[Well well well, Sutairisuto-san. Let's continue our shopping spree. I haven't chosen my top cloth yet.]

[Tch. I knew it. You should die sooner.]

Ryuga arched his eyebrow in annoyance.