deviled. (ap)

“I’ll say.” Miki had told her about her family, and that included Akira. She was still a little in shock, naturally, but in hindsight it made sense. 

“I recognized the little things. You still carry yourself very much like the way you used to.” she explained. “And Miki told me.” Social media hadn’t been something she’d used until recently, and so she hadn’t caught up with her until a while back.

“How are things with you?High school going alright? I heard you and Miki are both on the track team.”

   “You think so? I think I’m a lot different from back then.” Well, that much is

     undeniable, but Akira is referring to how he carries himself as she’s

     mentioned. He considers himself much bolder than he used to be, confident

     even. That was just something that didn’t show up for Akira when he was

     younger. Sheepishly smiling at Kimiko’s words, he shrugs with little comment,

     but clearly feels happy about her acceptance.

   “Yeah! I used to be the slowest one, but this body... it’s helped make me a lot

     faster,” Akira says while gesturing to his body. It probably sounds weird to

     hear him talk about his body like that, but it’s unlikely anybody will come to

“I do, silly. I love you a lot. Actually, I love you~” And the words are as pure and platonic as they can be, ruffling his hair with a soft smile. She wouldn’t be so bad as to say ‘love’ with a meaning untrue. “I think you and I both know I would’t be here if I didn’t.”

“I’m aware I’m not, but that’s even more reason why I gotta take care of you while you’re with me. Can’t have other people worrying about you. I’d say I’m like a big sister….but sisters don’t play flirt with their little brothers.” It makes her snort to say that. Big sister. More like mother to the entire universe. But they both had their secrets to keep.

   Grin growing warmer at her admission, Akira absentmindedly leans into her

     touches in his wild mane, eyes slipping closed. He’s akin to a dog nuzzling

     into its owner’s hand, which is amusing all things considered. “Love you too.

     And yeah, I know you would’ve kicked me to the curb ages ago. You looked

     like you were gonna do it when we first met.”

   Hearing her talk like this reminds him of Miki. He’d always been the weaker of

     the two while growing up, so Miki protected him when she could. She is a

     loving, strong person, similar to how Neff was with him. Maybe that was why

     Akira felt attached to her. “Yeah, I know. You know I don’t hit on you anymore

do it! he’s not human anymore, rin! do it! kill him! kill him now! 

ever since awakening this power he’d heard satan’s voice from time to time, testing him, provoking him. he wanted that satisfaction of rin on his knees and giving in to calling the morgenstern his father. akira’s words didn’t go unheard before rin’s untimely departure. standing here now, he hesitated. the memories flooded through his mind quickly — his father’s body being taken over, satan dragging him by the hair and towards the gate of gehenna, the fear rin had felt and the sorrow afterward. how…deep his sorrow ran. his voice echoing the one within his mind, his voice a guttural growl.

       ❰ like hell i will! get the out of my old man’s body…or i’ll send you to gehenna personally…!! ❱

a misstep in his words. this geezer wasn’t…his old man, rather some man he merely helped out. in some way that man had shown rin the kindness he had once felt with father fujimoto. the tears coming down from his face dried as soon as they formed — hand still on his flaming sword not giving in to attack. a human dying on his watch? rin wouldn’t let anyone die on his watch. the demon who cowered was too afraid to do anything that it should have been common knowledge to rin…the old man was already dead and gone. 

he was in denial. was there no way to bring him back? the guy was well past his prime, unable to fight anything let alone a food-burgler here and there. sharp teeth gnashed down harshly — such a difficult choice, a choice rin could not choose. he didn’t want to kill…anything. be it demon or human. and this demon? it was cowering — how could he kill something that didn’t want to fight? without a second thought and in one swift motion, the teen sheathed his sword. 

the blue flames died on and around him — his form turning back to the normal human, minus the slightly pointed ears but his hair covered them well enough. the presence of another caused rin to look over his shoulder — wide-set eyes enlargened further. 

     ❰ h-hey, y-you’re that guy…you smell..like sort of a higher demon but, like, you know, second place… ❱

shaking his head he looked back over to the cowardly one who seemed…content now? still, the loss of a human…really shook rin up. taking his sheathed sword, he placed it around himself and shoved his hands in his pockets. 

                               ❰ …look do whatever you feel is right with’em. i can’t… ❱ kill it.

   Something about him changing into this devil-like (or maybe an actual devil)

     creature differed from the other devils he’d seen. None of them emitted a

     blue flame like this. Not only that, but this one wasn’t a devilman. If anything,

     he looked far more man than devil. Take away his horns, pointed teeth,

     claws, and blue fire and the guy looked like your average everyday human.

     Not only that, but he didn’t seem to have control over this devil-like being. It

     looked like he had distracted thoughts, similar to how Akira was when Amon

     was hungry or horny.

   That said, Akira notices other unusual things about him. Gehenna? His old

     man? Akira had previously thought this old man was not familial to him and

     that they were just working together. Was this a mistake? Akira doesn’t want

     to question him now though; he’s upset by the loss of a human, familial or

     otherwise. Akira can understand that.

   “Smell like second place? The hell’s that supposed to mean?” Akira grunts

     out, voice altered from being in the devilman form, but that isn’t the matter at

     hand right now. As much as Akira didn’t want to kill, this demon had to die. It

     would take and take from humanity if Akira didn’t get rid of it now. Looking to

     the deceased old man, Akira feels tears slipping from his eyes before he can

     stop it, that crybaby tendency remaining about him.

   “Look away if you want. I’ve gotta get rid of it. If we don’t it’ll take more and

   “Woah! Did you make these!?” Akira explodes with delight as he removes the

     lid from the red and gold box. They looked too intricate and unique to be

     store bought, not that store-bought chocolates were unacceptable, but

     nobody else had these same ones! There was just no way she bought them

   Blinking at the chocolates tied to no identity, Akira racks his brain to try to

     figure out who his secret admirer is. The handwriting doesn’t look at all

     familiar to him, and neither does the wording, but Akira feels like it may be a

     girl. Why would any guy he knew be too nervous to approach him? Unless…

     it wasn’t someone he knew. Pursing his lips, Akira shrugs and accepts the

   “You got me more?” Akira questions in disbelief, eyes blinking owlishly at the

     precisely wrapped treats now in his hand. More homemade chocolates…

     what did he do to get two chocolate sets from her? Seeing her embarrassed

     demeanor, Akira smiles and runs his palm over her head and down to her

     shoulder in comfort. She had nothing to be nervous about, but that was just

     her nature.

   “Hey. You know I’m gonna eat these — your first ones were awesome. When

     White Day comes around I’ll get you somethin’ really great, alright?” He

     wishes he could get her something now, and could, though it would be the