Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls

"Are you finished yet, Fury?"

An uncharacteristic giggle rose from the plume of hair behind the canvas, "Almost."

"You said that half an hour ago. I swear, you're doing this just to spite me now." Death groaned.

Fury clucked her tongue in admonishment, "I told you that I intended to collect the full payment. Now be quiet and let me work."

Death couldn't really remember why he ended up in this risqué position. Or rather, which bet it was exactly that his sister was collecting on. For all he knew, it could have been on any number of them that they had made in their periods of boredom. Oh! What a mistake that was...

Not that they had much to do at the moment. Fury came to him one morning telling him that she intended on collecting on some bet that she had won between the four of them. He shrugged and went with it thinking that he might as well get it over with; whatever it was, couldn't be that bad.

Then she told him to strip off all his clothing and lay on the couch that was set up in front of a canvas. Otherwise, she'll strip them off herself and chain him there. He knew his sister admired the human arts, collecting materials and learning on her own, but he didn't think that she would take it a step further.

At least he got to keep his mask and a haphazardly draped cloth for his dignity.

Then the infernal chuckling and giggling started. It was quiet, but he knew that she was laughing at him. I've been through worse, Death kept telling himself. This wasn't the worst thing that he had done.

Fury took her sweet time doing this too. All in the details, she said. He groaned, he hoped she would finish before their brothers got home. However, Fate was laughing at him that day, for as soon as he thought this, War came into the room they were in. He paused, blinked, and walked over to behind the canvas where Fury was. They exchanged a few quiet words with War nodding appreciatively. Then he looked over at his eldest brother, his face twisted in mirth.

"She finally got you too?"

Death snarled, "Shut up, War!" He was about to get up to give his younger brother a piece of his mind when one of Fury's shadow tentacles pulled him back down onto the couch.

"Death! Stop moving!"

War burst out laughing. Death growled irritably, glaring daggers at his traitorous siblings, "Are you done yet?!"

"No." More laughter.

"Fury!"