corrupt;

Her eye twitched at the sound of the epithet, but chose to ignore it. Heaving a deep sigh, she raised an eyebrow, looking back at the devil.

(Boy, was he glad he was out of that boring old place.)

After all, it won’t be that easy for a lowly devil to deserve a date with me.

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Eclipse takeover: 2/5

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He shrugged, the smirk still painted evidently on the devil’s lips. “Well, that was up to you,” he replied with a sneer, “ You’re definitely missing out on a load of this.” 

After all, it won’t be that easy for a lowly devil to deserve a date with me.

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Eclipse takeover: 2/5

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“Don’t worry, Juushimatsu,” he whispered, his horns materializing. Black wings coated in red, almost remiscent of blood itself began to morph into his back, each wing stretching out. A tail also slipped from behind him and his hands just so slightly formed nails sharp like claws. He bared his fangs into a smirk. 

“You and oniichan will definitely go to Okinawa,” he planted a gentle kiss on his unconscious brother’s forehead, “I promised, didn’t I?” 

We’ll play lots over there, and it’ll be lots of fun.

And they disappeared into the night sky.

Flying to Okinawa didn’t take too long. He had taken alternative routes, slipping through air pressure and avoiding human sight proved to be difficult especially while carrying a body, so he desperately had to stay within the night and away from the vision of the moon. Thankfully the wind seemed to aid him on their quest, and before long they reached the beaches with ease.

He could fly too! Jyushimatsu laughed and jumped around, spreading the feathers. Time to fly! He could feel the wind against his face, and he smiled and laugh. It seemed so real, as if he really was flying through the air…

Jyushimatsu cracked open his eyes, only to see Osomatsu nearby, muttering something. Just for a second, he saw something red disappearing, but it was too quick for him to make it out.

Jyushimatsu sat up, looking around. He was on a beach? 

Okinawa?

He immediately got up, his face pratically glowing with happiness. Okinawa! He was in Okinawa! 

Something about Juushimatsu’s happy expression was contagious, as he found himself genuinely smiling too. Even if he had other plots in mind for this holiday, he didn’t seem to regret sneaking away from that house of four other brothers. It made him feel a sense of...

....no, he thought to himself. These people are nothing to you but toys, Osomatsu, for your disposal. Don’t feel anything unnecessary. 

Patting away some dust on his chest, he took off his hoodie and wrapped the sleeves along his waist. Okinawa’s weather was a lot warmer than Tokyo’s. His T-Shirt was a fine cotton red, just a tad lighter shade than his hoodie and read TRASH KING in white as a design. Although he had a necklace - a cross - dangling from his neck, which he hastily placed inside his shirt. 

After a long pause, he still remained rooted in spot. A little scoff escaped his lips, and then he started again. 

“Juushimatsu, don’t you feel tired?” 

In one quick, almost shadowlike motion, a sharp pain was struck at the back of Juushimatsu’s neck, knocking him out. 

“Osomatsu-niisan. Let’s go home. We can come back another day!” 

“Don’t worry, Juushimatsu,” he whispered, his horns materializing. Black wings coated in red, almost remiscent of blood itself began to morph into his back, each wing stretching out. A tail also slipped from behind him and his hands just so slightly formed nails sharp like claws. He bared his fangs into a smirk. 

“You and oniichan will definitely go to Okinawa,” he planted a gentle kiss on his unconscious brother’s forehead, “I promised, didn’t I?” 

We’ll play lots over there, and it’ll be lots of fun.

And they disappeared into the night sky.

Flying to Okinawa didn’t take too long. He had taken alternative routes, slipping through air pressure and avoiding human sight proved to be difficult especially while carrying a body, so he desperately had to stay within the night and away from the vision of the moon. Thankfully the wind seemed to aid him on their quest, and before long they reached the beaches with ease.

“Well, now, looks like we don’t need to stay the night, so we’re going to go right away,” he got up and stretched again. “Let’s walk to the station. Come on, Juushimatsu.” 

And so they did….although, by the time they had reached it had already become rush hour. Crowds of people started heading in and out of the trains, making it become a pain to go through. 

Jyushimatsu skipped after Osomatsu, laughing and giggling while running up to Osomatsu, then stopping to admire something, then repeating the action. 

When they got to the train, Jyushimatsu felt slightly disappointed. Aww, there were lots of people going Okinawa. There wasn’t any where that wasn’t full of people. 

After a long pause, he still remained rooted in spot. A little scoff escaped his lips, and then he started again. 

“Juushimatsu, don’t you feel tired?” 

In one quick, almost shadowlike motion, a sharp pain was struck at the back of Juushimatsu’s neck, knocking him out. 

By the pure chance of luck did he win jackpot on Pachinko almost three days ago. He didn’t think he’d have to use it now, but the cost of a trip was more than a fortune he could afford. Somehow, he’d have to get the money to pay -

Wait a second, Osomatsu started to smirk to himself, eyes flashing a dangerous red. I can just make deals with people. Easy as that. 

Coughing to himself right after, he shrugged. It won’t be easy, but he’ll have to hide the fact Juushimatsu’s injured somehow from his brothers. Especially that damn second son.

The doctors placed his arm in yet another cast. Once he was done, Jyushimatsu waltzed out of the office, rushing into the lobby for Osomatsu. Along the way he kept yelling Okinawa, earning a few glares and displeased looks from passer bys. 

“Well, now, looks like we don’t need to stay the night, so we’re going to go right away,” he got up and stretched again. “Let’s walk to the station. Come on, Juushimatsu.” 

And so they did....although, by the time they had reached it had already become rush hour. Crowds of people started heading in and out of the trains, making it become a pain to go through. 

He put a hand on Juushimatsu’s shoulder and raised his eyelids to half level. “But you aren’t going to tell anyone, okay. Not even Ichimatsu. This is going to be between the two of us, alright?” His voice was sweet, almost dangerously sweet - and just a bit, his grin was sinister. 

Jyushimatsu didn’t have money to pay for six people! Eh…. His pupils widened a bit as he thought, before nodding rapidly. Osomatsu was really really close. He sounded really really nice… but his smile sent chills down Jyushimatsu’s spine. 

Once his shoulder was released, Jyushimatsu started to sprint forward. Okinawa! Okinawa was waiting for him! He got to go Okinawa! That place that where Osomatsu went to! Where’s the hospital, he gotta go! 

By the pure chance of luck did he win jackpot on Pachinko almost three days ago. He didn’t think he’d have to use it now, but the cost of a trip was more than a fortune he could afford. Somehow, he’d have to get the money to pay -

Wait a second, Osomatsu started to smirk to himself, eyes flashing a dangerous red. I can just make deals with people. Easy as that. 

Coughing to himself right after, he shrugged. It won’t be easy, but he’ll have to hide the fact Juushimatsu’s injured somehow from his brothers. Especially that damn second son.

Osomatsu explained that they would go to the hospital, and get his arm treated. Oh. Okay. How was that a secret? Jyushimatsu wondered for a moment, before realizing that Osomatsu was getting closer. Jyushimatsu squinted. Was Osomatsu’s eyes closed? That seemed… weird. But he thought nothing of it the moment Osomatsu spoke again. 

A trip! Holiday! Yay! “Okinawa! Let’s go Okinawa! Yaaaay holiday! A treat a treat! Osomatsu-niisan thank you! Yaaaaay! We can play lots and lots and eat lots of food!” Jyushimatsu danced on the spot, being a little more careful with his arm, before wrapping his good arm around Osomatsu and snuggling into him. 

He put a hand on Juushimatsu’s shoulder and raised his eyelids to half level. “But you aren’t going to tell anyone, okay. Not even Ichimatsu. This is going to be between the two of us, alright?” His voice was sweet, almost dangerously sweet - and just a bit, his grin was sinister. 

He thought about his options for a moment. While Dr Dekapan proves to be able to fix a wound quicker, he was certain the old geezer would be smart enough to deduct something about his identity. That was something he didn’t want to happen - killing him would be left as his last option, and that would raise too much suspicion. 

On the other hand, an overnight stay at a hospital too would raise the other’s concerns. That was something he’d like to avoid as well - particularly the second son’s. 

They walked in silence, Jyushimatsu wondering what Osomatsu was thinking about. He looked as if he was contemplating something. Meanwhile, Jyushimatsu walked slightly behind him, cradling his arm, staring at the back of the red hoodie. 

It was long and really quiet. So quiet that Jyushimatsu laughed to cover it up, at everything and anything. When Osomatsu stopped, Jyushimatsu stopped as well, tilting his head slightly. 

Once Juushimatsu raised his arm and winced in pain, while he wanted to laugh, the hue of pain seemed to increase in his chest. Why was he feeling this way?  Shrugging away the negativity, he clicked his teeth. Don’t feel stupid things, Osomatsu, he thought internally, averting his eyes for a moment. These boys are nothing but tools to entertain you - tools that you apparently need to protect.

He started to feel eyes on him as he turned around and saw another pair eying them closely; a father and a son. They both had traces of concern on their features, making the devil feel repulsed at the glance. Irritating.

“Something wrong, Osomatsu-niisan?” 

He turned to the side, following Osomatsu’s gaze, and saw a father and son. Jyushimatsu raised his other hand and waved wildly. “Hello! We are playing baseball! Nice to meet you too! Let’s play! Play play play! Baseball baseball!” 

Osomatsu suddenly spoke, forcing Jyushimatsu to look back at his eldest brother. He looked really scary. Kinda like really mad. Jyushimatsu fell silent for a moment, then getting up. 

“Okay, Osomatsu-niisan. Let’s go!” 

He turned to face the strangers, waving again. 

He thought about his options for a moment. While Dr Dekapan proves to be able to fix a wound quicker, he was certain the old geezer would be smart enough to deduct something about his identity. That was something he didn’t want to happen - killing him would be left as his last option, and that would raise too much suspicion. 

On the other hand, an overnight stay at a hospital too would raise the other’s concerns. That was something he’d like to avoid as well - particularly the second son’s. 

When he heard the crack, he suppressed the urge to sigh in satisfaction. It sure hit the spot he aimed accurately. At least now he knows he still has his precision and aim still perfect; he was worried he’d become rusty after moving into this world.

Although, once the younger brother slipped onto the ground, there was a twinge of pain that reverberated across his chest. He flinched a bit, a genuine worried frown filling his expression when he saw a glimpse of the arm swelling.

“A-ah, Juushimatsu,” he started, his voice breaking just a bit at his name. Which was stupid, since he shouldn’t be feeling things like guilt. “I’m sorry. Hold on, stay right there.”

While he approached the younger, the ball going ignored, he had an intention in mind. His plot consisted of furthening the wound by squeezing it, dislodging the bone completely, however… another portion of him was telling him to just simply massage it lightly, hoping to ease the pain just a bit.

Slight anger flared up, before curling back down, dormant and quiet. Something was nagging at Jyushimatsu from behind, but he just didn’t know what. He winced as his grip tightened a little too tight, and gently released it. 

“Ah? Osomatsu-niisan, it’s okay! I’m alright! Let’s keep going! But i hit the ball! Did you see it! I didn’t disappoint you! I’m good at baseball! Muscle Muscle, Hustle H-” Jyushimatsu attempted to raise his arms in an attempt to do his catchphrase, but the pain made him stop suddenly and drop his arm back down. Ah… it hurt a lot. 

Once Juushimatsu raised his arm and winced in pain, while he wanted to laugh, the hue of pain seemed to increase in his chest. Why was he feeling this way?  Shrugging away the negativity, he clicked his teeth. Don’t feel stupid things, Osomatsu, he thought internally, averting his eyes for a moment. These boys are nothing but tools to entertain you - tools that you apparently need to protect.

He started to feel eyes on him as he turned around and saw another pair eying them closely; a father and a son. They both had traces of concern on their features, making the devil feel repulsed at the glance. Irritating.

Making no effort to stop the bleeding aside from a rather forceful shove of Juushimatsu’s head to tilt upwards, Osomatsu walked a bit further to find the ball.

“Oh, really? Alright, I’ll do it again. Make sure you prove me wrong, Juushimatsu, otherwise I’ll be pretty disappointed in believing you were good,” he chose his words carefully, wiping the blood from the ball with his jacket, “Batttter up! In one, two….” 

Ah. 

He was the best at baseball! He had to be able to do it! He would be able to do it! Jyushimatsu told himself as such, as he readied his bat again. As Osomatsu counted down, Jyushimatsu focused on the ball in Osomatsu’s hand.

It came flying. Jyushimatsu swung, then realized, that Osomatsu had aimed the ball wrong. 

It wasn’t supposed to go towards the arm, right? 

The ball rammed into his arm, and Jyushimatsu heard a faint crack. The ball flew off into another direction, but Jyushimatsu didn’t move. His bat fell to the floor with a thud, then Jyushimatsu dropping to his knees and clutching his left arm. Tears was starting to form around his eyes, but he kept smiling all the way. 

“Ahaha… Osomatsu-niisan! The ball flew! It flew! I hit it!” he looked up at his brother for approval, his eyes shining with tears.

When he heard the crack, he suppressed the urge to sigh in satisfaction. It sure hit the spot he aimed accurately. At least now he knows he still has his precision and aim still perfect; he was worried he’d become rusty after moving into this world.

Although, once the younger brother slipped onto the ground, there was a twinge of pain that reverberated across his chest. He flinched a bit, a genuine worried frown filling his expression when he saw a glimpse of the arm swelling.

“A-ah, Juushimatsu,” he started, his voice breaking just a bit at his name. Which was stupid, since he shouldn’t be feeling things like guilt. “I’m sorry. Hold on, stay right there.”

While he approached the younger, the ball going ignored, he had an intention in mind. His plot consisted of furthening the wound by squeezing it, dislodging the bone completely, however... another portion of him was telling him to just simply massage it lightly, hoping to ease the pain just a bit.

When Juushimatsu fell, he let his eyes gleam a stark red for a moment, bursting into laughter with his fangs bared into the open. Immediately though, he shut his mouth and coughed, mimicking a gentle smile on his features while he approached his younger brother. 

With the blood dripping like a river down his nose, Osomatsu resisted the urge to snicker. Now this was a sight he liked to see. Although, he did feel slightly irritated at how the younger managed to maintain such an optimistic exterior. Truly too pure for his liking. 

Oh.

He looked back down at his bat next to him. Disappointed. Osomatsu-niisan was disappointed in him. So he could do better? Jyushimatsu looked back at Osomatsu, his smile appearing slightly smaller. 

“It was really fast! I didn’t think! So I couldn’t dodge! But I’ll get better! Somehow! I will do it! And then I’ll take those balls and make them fly even further than today! That’s what I’ll do!” he cheered, raising one bloodstained sleeve up above his head, waving it about. 

“It isn’t stopping! It’s gushing like a river!” he whimpered slightly, trying to plug his nose. It hurt! But it was getting better. Now if the blood would stop. 

Making no effort to stop the bleeding aside from a rather forceful shove of Juushimatsu’s head to tilt upwards, Osomatsu walked a bit further to find the ball.

“Oh, really? Alright, I’ll do it again. Make sure you prove me wrong, Juushimatsu, otherwise I’ll be pretty disappointed in believing you were good,” he chose his words carefully, wiping the blood from the ball with his jacket, “Batttter up! In one, two....”