II.

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His thoughts were occupied with her face daily. He’d been in a semi-important meeting with the other demons, coming together on what to do about the hunters that constantly sought them out. Without Fuuka, therew was no way to keep them all hidden and protected, as she was the bridge between the two. Her ability was top notch, able to detect more than just the demons she surrounded herself with. She had a bright personality, and even the toughest of the demons in their group greeted her with a smile that no one had seen from him before.

God, did he miss her terribly.

His life had gone pretty sour after he was forced to wipe himself from her memories. She had come back into his life, but she remembered nothing. Not of the day they first met in that alleyway, not of the days they spent at the top of that hill, staring at the stars. Not of the day she tearfully begged him not to do it, not to wipe her memory of him, the day she said she would rather die than forget him. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t listen to her. He loved her more than he loved himself, and he didn’t want to see her die.

He snapped awake from deep in thought by the interruption of someone snapping their fingers in his face. He had drifted off, lost in thought of Fuuka, and everyone at that meeting knew. They looked at him with pity, feeling sorry for him, as well as feeling sad within themselves. Everyone loved her; it was just as hard for them to forget her. 

Just as Yuuto was about to continue the meeting, Deneb walked in, carrying his purposely forgotten lunch. He knew the uncle figure snuck in some shiitake; as if he was going to eat that garbage! Rather than leaving, Deneb kneeled next to him, mentioning that there was someone to see him. Confused, he could only ask who. Perhaps it was one of the other demons, accepting his proposal to join them, but the name that quietly left the bird uncle’s lips was one he didn’t expect.

His eyes went wide, and almost immediately, struggling to leave his chair, he fell out, catching himself with his hands and sprinted to the outside door, knocking into many things along the way. There was no way she could be here! It was impossible; she was dead! He watched her die!

However, his thoughts contradicted his vision, as she was right there in front of him, reflecting his surprised expression. Not too son after she had laid her eyes on him, tears started to fall.

“Wait, wait, why are you crying?” he asked, desperate.

She covered her mouth with her hands, and responded, “I just.... I didn’t imagine you to be so.... So beautiful....”

He was speechless. He remembered that all she had to go by before her death was his voice, and a vague feeling of his facial features. He remembered the moment she saw his demon form for the first time, all that time before, calling him beautiful then as well. With the same confused and desperate expression he presented on his face, he mimicked her action and began to cry.

its time for an unrelated demon au drabble that i literally just sat here and wrote for an hour in onenote that doesnt happen for a really long while into the au

All Fuuka could do in response to his ~*~sassy~*~ question was hold out her hand. How was she going to respond to that when he was shirtless?! Don’t Demons know about decency in front of a girl?? 

He looked down at her petite hand and looked back at her face still with his annoyed expression. “...And what am I supposed to do with this. You gotta use your words, you know.” Maybe these humans couldn’t speak properly? Yuuto opened his mouth to say something, until she finally spoke up with that small and quiet voice of hers. It surprised him, to say the least.

“I just want my first aid kit back.... Please.” She had hastily added the ‘please’ at the end, and much quieter than she had just been a second before. Her pout grew each second that had passed, and finally the Demon pulled the small box out of his pocket. Fuuka was honestly mystified at how large pockets were for men’s pants. Maybe Demons had special ones, and they were like black holes and never had an end in sight.

Obviously nervous, she snatched the box out of his hands, and he flinched a little. Was she really that scared of him?? Yuuto couldn’t tell if he just couldn’t understand women, Hunters, or just this girl. It seemed much more likely to be the latter. Speaking of, “Do you really need all those hearts and flowers in there,” he mentioned, just as she turned to leave.

Fuuka groaned in embarrassment, and she briskly walked away, leaving Yuuto chuckling behind her, followed by a small wince.

Another couple of days had passed, and Fuuka could not keep her focus off of his condition. Sure, Demons healed quick, but she had to make sure!! He might die because she was so bad at healing. That was her reason. Yeah. He always managed to reach the edge of her range, and -- as if he were psychic -- turned back around. It freaked her out a little, but she didn’t think to much on it.

By the time he had regained consciousness, it was the middle of the day and he was dying from the heat. Figuratively, of course. The weight of his head caused him to remember that his human guise had faded, and Yuuto immediately brought it back up, fearing someone will notice him. It was a good thing no one did, or another incident like that would happen again, and he obviously didn’t want that. It wasn’t until he stretched that he noticed the bloodied cloak draped over him. Where had he seen this before? It couldn’t have belonged to that girl from earlier, could it? No, that was the only explanation. But why would she have done that? She was a damn Hunter, for fuck’s sake! The two were enemies!!

Frustrated at the lack of reasoning behind her action, he tossed it aside, wincing a bit, only to notice another frustrating thing: a small first aid kit, set caringly next to where his head had laid. The one he specifically noticed her holding before he had passed out. The Demon stared at it for a good minute, baffled at the appearance of the white plastic box. Yuuto carefully picked it up as if it were a fragile flower, and opened it up. Inside it seemed to be a reminder for herself of sorts, carefully written out details of what each item did and its main function, complete with small hearts and flowers. 

What a strange girl, he thought, before closing the box and placing it in his pocket. He glanced back over at the cloak he had dirtied and haphazardly threw to the side. He might as well return both that and the kit, since she went through all that trouble. After reaching for it, he folded it carefully and hung it over his arm after standing up. A quick breeze blew through the small alleyway, and it was then he realized that he was not. Wearing a shirt.

He looked down at his chest, just now noticing all the gauze wrapped around it. Now, this was going to cause some sort of stir, since it was obviously just as bloodied as the cloak, and wrapped around him in such an obvious manner. How the hell was he going to get out of this alley. He lay back down on the concrete, deciding to wait until it got darker to leave. It honestly didn’t take long for night to come, but he couldn’t bring himself to sit up. The stars were just now showing.

She was nervous these past couple of days. The reason? That particular Demon she had helped out. Her nervousness caused some suspicion, but as luck would have it, something always managed to interrupt her teammates’ interrogations. 

His presence was just barely in range of her detection, and she kept a close ‘eye’ on him, in case her medical care failed. Fortunately, it didn’t, and his presence grew ever stronger than it had when she first encountered him. The moment it was at its strongest, Fuuka was that much more eager to see him alive and well, for some odd reason. Why was she so nervous? Why was she so excited to make sure he wasn’t dead? Was it because she had to get her first aid kit back? Yeah, that just had to be it! She was a Hunter, there was no way she’d care for a Demon like that. (Oh, how she’d bite her words later.)

Immediately when sunset came that day, she hurried out of the small building her team called headquarters, and rushed to his location, ignoring everyone shouting questions at her. Thankfully he hadn’t moved, and probably preferred not to, so it made everything that much easier for her. 

As she ran, she realized that maybe she should’ve taken her little reminders out of the first aid kit. Just maybe he won’t open it up. Oh, god, was she hoping. She ran faster.

Out of breath, she walked the rest of the way to him. Many thoughts were racing through her head; the main one being: Wouldn’t people think I’m weird for walking straight into an alleyway? Maybe she could play it cool, walk past it, but notice him there? No, it was too dark for that.... It would be hard to notice someone laying down in a dark alley.... Fuuka stopped and looked up at the sky. The orange of the sunset was fading into a dark blue, and the stars she could barely notice were clearer than ever. It was honestly really beautiful, and she wanted to stare at them forever. Too bad the darkness only lasted so long, and she continued walking in his direction.

A few minutes had passed by, and Yuuto had already mapped out which constellations were appearing that night. It also just so happened that the Summer Triangle had been in view that night. It was odd, but the three stars that had made that particular asterism were his favorite. At least, the history behind their names were. It was a cheesy love story, and it made him smile without fail. Also, those stars were the brightest that night, and it was hard for him to miss them.

The soft clacking of rubber heels snapped him out of his thoughts, and he sat up, curious as to the source, only to find the Hunter girl that had helped him. They stared at each other for a few seconds, before she found the courage to approach him. There was no doubt in her mind that this was the Demon she patched up, just based on the way his presence felt to her. Out of embarrassment, she completely disregarded his shirtlessness, and looked straight at his face, pouting slightly. His expression turned from that of shock to that of annoyance, and he finally spoke up.

His weakening presence began to worry her, and just from his response to her calling for help, she was hesitant to send out the distress signal. But why was she? He was a Demon, and she was a Hunter, could they make it any more obvious? But as she looked at him, his guise having disappeared from the lack of energy, she couldn’t find it within herself to kill someone -- even if he was her enemy -- at their weakest. Perhaps she was soft, of maybe she just had a strange moral code that she didn’t remember learning. All Fuuka knew was she couldn’t just leave him.

Being the cautious girl she was, she brought out her mini first-aid kit and held it in her hands as she sat next to him. A small glance from him, and she turned her gaze downwards. Despite blurred vision, the red cross on the small white box made it obvious to the Demon that she was going to care for his wounds. How she was going to with that small kit, he didn’t know, neither did he have the energy to figure it out. With another look at the downcast girl, he closed his eyes and promptly passed out.

At the sound of his horns hitting the asphalt a little roughly, Fuuka raised her head and immediately went to work. Removing the cloak she had wrapped around him, she set it aside, flattening it against the ground. He was definitely heavier than she expected, and she had trouble re-positioning him from leaning against the wall to laying him down on his back. After that task had been accomplished, the Hunter had ripped his shirt open from where it had already been torn, and examined the gaping injury. The blood had already slowed itself, and was already starting to clot the open wound, allowing her to clean the area around it a lot easier than it would have before. She was very careful in making sure the alcohol didn’t reach the areas that were still exposed, in case it woke him up. It was difficult without having to get centimeters close to his chest, and Fuuka spent more time cleaning around it than treating it. One wouldn’t call it ‘treating’, the way she had done it, however. After slathering almost all the antiseptic balm she had in her kit on his chest, she wrapped him -- although awkwardly -- in the gauze prepared within it. There honestly wasn’t much else she could do after that, so she stood and placed the bloodied cloak over him, in hopes he wouldn’t actually die from a cold or the flu after all that work she had done, effectively hiding him from curious eyes.

The sirens blaring alerting citizens to a Demon in the walls was starting to make him grate his teeth, as if he wasn't on edge enough. Some lucky fool of a Hunter had managed to see though Yuuto’s human disguise and had sent out the call, now local Hunters were coming out of the damn woodwork like rats tailing him. He could fight them sure, two on one, or three on one ­maybe if he were strong enough, but his abilities were rather lacklustre when it came to fighting. Especially in the city. Harming innocent people wasn't his style, and the Hunters hadn't given him much room to work with, battering him back and fourth like a damn punching bag. So here he was crouched near a foul smelling dumpster nursing his rather horrific injuries, gritting his teeth against the still wailing alarm. Hopefully they would think he left the walls of the city, and move their patrols outward. Yuuto needed time to heal, a lot of time, and collapsing in rotting garbage was a less than stellar way to go about that.

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The girl was lucky she had this ability of hers; being able to detect the dangers around her and well, the various other defensive and tactical skills that came with it. Currently, she had been hunting down what seemed to be a weaker Demon, after being alerted via sirens. Ah, but would she let the others know where she'd find it? After all, the presence seemed to start fading in and out, as if it were injured terribly.... Perhaps it would be nicer to finish off the Demon herself, you know? But when she arrived at the relative area it was in, she noticed not a Demon, but rather a human, badly injured. Maybe he'd been hurt in passing, but Fuuka wouldn't finish the thought, as she was already jogging to him, tearing part of her cloak to help. Her steps weren't all that quiet, but the man hadn't exactly looked up at the noise, as if he were preoccupied with keeping himself awake.

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The makeshift tourniquet wasn't quite working out, and he needed to loosen it soon either way lest he lose his arm. Finding medical care in this situation would be hard however, with how keyed up the populace is. He had donned his guise once more, appearing human to unsuspecting passers by. A rather bloodied and woozy human, but it was better than any other appearance for now. If he could just get up the strength to drag himself to a hospital or the like, he could blame his injures on the Demon attack, or make up some completely unrelated incident. But standing was out of the question for now, let alone trying to string together a semi coherent sentence. And if he didn't stop this bleeding sometime soon he wouldn't be standing again at all. Licking at the wounds had helped some what, with the bleeding slowing down as the wound started to clot but the trouble was the wounds his tongue couldn't reach. A large gash on his chest was oozing blood, with no signs of stopping any time soon. For now he had pressed his jacket to it in hopes of slowing it down at any rate.

Distracted with the blood pounding in his ears and the aches of his body, he didn't notice someone run into the alleyway as he continued to press down on his chest wound. Hunched over like he was he wouldn't see them until they were standing almost adjacent, not even noticing their slightly muffled words at first.

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Ah, but had she ever healed anyone before? Without the help of her powers? Mmm, maybe it was time to learn; there was no gut feeling she could feel that would help her invoke what she called 'Oracle', considering it was a completely random ability which could make everything worse or better. Right now, she wouldn't take that chance.

Removing the jacket he had pressed against his chest, she replaced it with the cleaner, although smaller, scrap of cloth she had just ripped from her own clothing, pressing down on the wound in hopes of the bleeding stopping. When she noticed the opposite of what she had hoped, she took her cloak and wrapped it around him instead, making it tight enough to hopefully bring the ends of the gash together, but loose enough for him to breathe.

"Oh, please, just stay awake for a little longer, okay? I'll call for help and they'll be here, okay?"

And this is when she begins to search for her group telepathically, hoping to send out a distress message.

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He finally registered the prescience near him, when they were almost on top of him. Yuuto bit back a curse at being so stupid, letting down his guard. But the girl was quiet and she hadn't made a noise yet. What didn't help hide his unease and fear was when noticed her clothes. He hissed in shock, staring at her chosen Hunter garb of a cloak over black clothes in fear. But she hadn't hesitated to try and stop his bleeding as useless as it turned out to be, his guise still holding up for now and fooling her. The cloak she then quickly discarded at the sight of more blood, and he froze as she wrapped it tightly around him.  Again he grunted as she pressed down hard on his chest. Weakly he went to push away her hands but he was too slow before she stood back on her own volition. Fear pounded strong in his ears almost drowning out the pain as his energy surged. Shooting an arm out he reached and grabbed at her, pulling her down almost on top of him again. Grunting again he bared his teeth as pain flared again, causing him to relinquish his hold sending her toppling to the ground. He clutched at his chest as his guise flicked and wavered, hissing at the girl to stop. She hadn't attacked him yet, she seemed intent to help him so far, maybe- maybe she can be his lifeline. Once again his guise flicked as he wobbled on the spot, so far the sharp pain and soft glimmer of hope was the only thing keeping him conscious. 

"Don't- Please-" Yuuto can't get out anymore before coughing and groaning in pain again, backing himself further into the shadowed corner he'd hid himself in. She may think of calling other Hunters as help, but they'd do nothing but put him out of his misery in a painful way. He had long discarded his weapon, his only means of self defence were now his claws and fangs. Reaching out again, Yuuto grasped harshly at her arm, causing the recently closed cut on his arm to reopen and for blood to trickle down and stain her clothes. Eyes wide he watched her, breathing out another fearful please, grip loosening slightly as his strength once more started ebbing away.

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The image of him before her had begun to flicker and she couldn't help but think of the worst. And when she had finally finished wrapping the cloak, she caught the glimpse of a Demon at the corner of her eye, and she instinctively stood, preparing to fight. Or, at least try to, considering the person in front of her hadn't enough energy to keep up his guise. He had grabbed her arm and pulled her close again, in an attempt to frighten her with his teeth, then threw her to the side. It had startled her, and she stumbled as he threw her, and she landed on her bottom.

yuuto

age: ?? height: short

the demon in this au, with his demon form having large bull horns, gold in color and has silver rings at the base; three pairs of eyes: one pair with a normal placement, and two underneath, where his cheeks are, with golden sclera and red irises; a tail, where the fur flares out golden at the tip, and an extra pair of arms. his hands are covered in brownish-maroon fur (?? if u would call it that) tipped with gold, and the appearance of them look as if he’s wearing gloves. his ears are very elven, and when he isn’t wearing his hood, they’re decorated with gold cuffs and earrings. his hair matches the fur of his tail and hands, and sits at a medium length on his head. its a little messy, but honestly it makes him look good.

his human form is a bit simpler, and he has Style

honestly a bit stubborn, but he can shine his kindness pretty brightly when possible. he’s in love with the stars, and his eyes shine brightly when he speaks of them. every night one can find him atop a hill, just gazing up at the sky. he’s also a little shy, hesitant to reveal his demon form, even to the one he loves. yuuto is also pretty loyal; would honestly do anything for his SO, if it means keeping them safe.

he’ll fight u if u make fun of his height

fuuka

age: 19 height: also short

the human in this au, also a hunter, clad in black. her gear consists of a black turtleneck, shorts, worn over a pair of opaque tights finished off with black combat boots loosely tied. she almost always covers this up with an olive green cloak/poncho/wrap-like garment, concealing the telling outfit. her hair is a pale aqua and reaches past her waist. however, she braids it, shortening it to just past her breasts. the braid rests over her shoulders, and her bangs look haphazardly cut. they could just be lazily styled, but they’re short, and reveal her short eyebrows. outside of her hunter garb, her appearance is very simple: she is almost always wearing a skirt or a dress. the skirt is never shorter than the tips of her fingers when she rests her arms at her side.

as a hunter, her abilities are what make her one of the most sought after: she can detect demons (and humans she’s familiar with, to an extent) within a certain radius, as well as communicate telepathically with them, as long as they allow her to. sometimes she’s skeptical of her other teammates and doesn’t fully trust them as much as she’d like to. despite being a hunter, she refuses to kill any demon, mainly for her lack of ability to, and secondly for the fact that she has a want to understand them.

@notborntolose

Ah, now this was someone she’d never met before. Just as she was pondering on those she had met, the girl had run into someone unrecognizable. Oh, but she wouldn’t forget that scar on his face, oh no. She couldn’t help but stare, mouth agape, no words escaping.

@fallenentia

Walking around Central Hub, she had realized there were many people she had met beforehand had arrived here as well. Perhaps each person she had run into had died there? Were they really sent here, to this particular place after they die? Just as she was deep in thought, Fuuka bumped into yet another familiar face.

@naotaprincess​

“O-Oh, Naoto-kun! I didn’t know you were here!” She could remember the young Persona user, having met him before. Ah, but she wouldn’t be able to tell if this was a different Naoto from the one she’d met back then....

@lordbattler

Maybe this was her reason for coming here. Maybe this was her punishment. Maybe someone upstairs really just hated her, yet fate still shone upon her with Minato. 

That familiar red hair, that white suit with the emblem on the lapel.... She remembered it all vividly. When he approached her, worried about her expression, she began to back away. Eventually, she would trip as he got closer, her fears realized. Now she was stuck in an eternity of endless flashbacks of that night, damned to watch them behind closed eyes.