#arewadareda

To think it'd be so easy. 

Pressing open the daisy white door of the guest bedroom, Ryo–Satan? Ran? you–pushes a small cart into the room where Akira slept. It was quiet. So quiet that Ryo could even hear the faint breathing of the man across the room over the soft rattling of the cart. 

 If only your memories could be so quiet. 

Akira was completely passed out despite the sunlight casting down on him in its mid morning splendor. It wasn't a matter that worried Ryo though. The night of the Sabbath had taken it's toll on him as well, casting fatigue on his muscles and strain to his thoughts. Exhaustion wasn't something you could shake off in this body, so he would have to suffer for the reward of seeing Akira awaken. 

"Akira." He called softly, a smile blooming slowly on petal lips. How gorgeous he was. Ryo was intimately aware of his friend's looks; the way his nose turned up, the way his smile broadened, the sweet eyes he'd cast Ryo's way. The way he cried. But now he looked different. He was aware of demonic possession affecting a human form, that was natural. But Akira had won his fight against the demon; Amon had never touched his heart. Though... it seemed he didn't need to in this regard. 

Akira was handsome. Handsome in a way Ryo could only describe as supernatural. His soft cheeks, his wide eyes, his boyish hair; all the things Ryo had grown to love have faded away to an angular and rugged man. He was so different.  

"Akira, wake up. Aren't you hungry?"