#mod syake

“Don’t you remember what Wadanohara said?” Fukami lowly said, eyes not even peering away from the pages he was studying upon. Samemi’s eyes only dug further daggers into Fukami, even more frustrated he wouldn’t even make simple eye contact. Did he really think he was so superior to her that he couldn’t even LOOK at her? He was always so plainly rude, and it only pissed her off more the more he acted so cocky.

“Yes! She told us to sit together and behave and try and get along!! This isn’t ‘getting along’!!” Her voice cracked, squirming more intensely in a vain attempt to escape his vice grip tangling around her body.

“It is. I’m keeping you in check so that you don’t cause trouble, since you always do.” He replied flatly, taking a slow sip from his tea. Samemi, only further frustrated from his response, thrashed more intensely, no matter how useless it seemed.

“I’m not an animal!! I have basic manners!! I’m only getting pissed off because you keep treating me lower than you! Why do you do that? It’s not like Wadanohara loves you more or anyth--”

Samemi’s words were cut short by the tentacle around her neck squeezing tight, choking out the end of her word. Samemi glanced back over, only to see a sharp, empty gaze piercing into her heart. No emotions present at all, but his eyes could speak for eons about the rage that rang through his body. Samemi wheezed, loosening her squirming, trying to word out an ‘I’m sorry’. Fukami stared at her for a moment, before slowly loosening to the point of letting her drop onto the couch. Samemi took a deep inhale once she was able to breathe, coughing a bit to clear of any phlegm that clumped up in her throat while being crushed. She blinked, realizing the position she was now, slowly bringing her confused gaze to Fukami, who has already returned to reading.

“...That wouldn’t matter. She’s not even the one I’m most interested in, anyway.” He muttered, a small frown finally frowning on his stone-like face, his brows furrowing. “She’s precious to me, you’re correct, but she’s not nearly as precious as someone else I know.”

Samemi only looked more quizzed, staring at him with wide eyes with an ounce of concern on her face. “Really? I would’ve never guessed, you’re always spending time with her. I thought it was painfully obvious you crushed on her. Well, I guess that’s a relie--” Samemi stopped herself half way through, tensing up. “I-I mean!! Well, I guess that’s good for her?? I wouldn’t want her to be with a jerk like you anyway!!”

“They say the bigger a jerk is to someone, the more infatuated they are with them.” Fukami’s frown quickly turned into the faintest of a sly smile. Samemi, processing what he said, only flushed further.

“I-I’m not interested in you at all!! Why would you think that?! I-I’m not interested in anyone, not like that!! W-Why are you saying such weird and creepy stuff anyway?! Are you trying to f-f-flir--” She froze again, covering her mouth and curling up a bit on the couch, feeling her face physically ache from what she was saying.

“Of course you would miss the point of what I said. You’re such an idiot, all of the time.” His plain tone returned, almost as if nothing happened. Samemi’s flustered state only worsened into extreme frustration, letting out an annoyed scream, trying to immediately attack at him, but tendrils almost immediately slapped her body down into the floor, painfully pinching her into the floor to prevent from misbehavior. 

After a moment of rest, her petite body turned, shock suddenly shot through her being,  as her body flinched from being startled, a face just as pale as her’s inches away from hers, half covered by a grin the size of the moon, teeth sharp enough to pierce through your bones in less than a minute. Pink began to surround her body as she was yanked into a hug, a squeak being squished out her chest, afraid she would’ve been stabbed by the thousands of teeth that covered her wings. She at least made them smaller, but it still made mild scratches and pricks against her skin. Well, at least she wasn’t fully penetrated..

The demon rubbed her head on top of the devil’s, Kcalb awkwardly squirming. “What do you need, Cranber..? You know I don’t like being bothered, much less touched..” Her tiny voice murmured, her hands gently pushing. The act of resistance only caused the demon to squeeze more, Kcalb growling in discomfort, though admitting it would be perfect if it wasn’t for the tiny needles piercing into her.

“I did a good today!” The pink demon chirped, bouncing a bit with the defenseless devil in her grasp. “I took out twenty-two angels today! That’s a new record for me! That’s a good thing, right? I need a reward for doing so good!” She twirled on her heel, keeping the devil so close that her body wouldn’t even dare try to move away from her with the momentum.

“That..” Kcalb paused, trying to find the right words to speak to her. “That is great.. Cranber.” She pulled her lips inwards, saying it was only great from a military standpoint. Knowing Cranber, she probably mutilated them beyond recognition, probably slowly and very painfully.. What a way to go. Nonetheless, Cranber was right, Kcalb leaning back, trying to think of an “appropriate” reward for her, otherwise she wouldn’t ever leave her alone for the rest of the day. She just give her more food, but the thing that Cranber hates the most is being bored. Giving her food everyday will let her get tired of it, especially if it isn’t living, and Kcalb doesn’t have anymore prisoners that are worthless to throw at her..

Kcalb gave another push to her chest. “Cranber, let go of me for a moment? It’s relating to your punishment.” Cranber blinked, before slowly letting go of the devil, curiously raising her hand to her face. Kcalb made a small gesture of her hand, implying for her to lean down. Cranber, even more curious now, leaned in an uncomfortable amount. Kcalb took a small step for personal space, before slowly raising a hand. Cranber’s eyes closely followed until they couldn’t anymore from the top of her head, before feeling a warm cup around the top of her scalp. Cranber’s smile faltered a bit in surprise, staring at Kcalb, feeling the warmth slowly massage into her head.

“You did good today. I’m proud of you. Continue to do such a good job, and you can get more of these.” Her fingernails barely scratched into the demon’s head, Cranber’s eyes lighting up with joy as her grin grew crazily wide, even wider than it was before. Her arms snapped again at the devil, forcing her hand upwards and above her head, the demon kissing all over the devil’s face and thanking her for such a lovely reward. Kcalb spent the rest of the evening with the demon clinging to her, annoying her all day.

A shade of black zoomed down by the front yard, zipping by too fast to stop, causing wind to shoot over the lobsters, holding their arms up to protect themselves a bit. Slowly, the black blob slowly backed up, becoming clearer with pointed cat ears and long hair put into a low ponytail secured by a belt, dark eyes staring as the broom she sat upon arrived back to the front.

“Haha, sorry. I got a little excited there..~” The witch waved in dismissal, but she looked nothing like a witch right now. Her oversize hat and dress were gone, instead replaced with a black rose clamped into her hair by her ear and a tight, silky dress clinging around her body, long enough to touch her ankles with a slip up to her thighs. Lobco flushed at the sight of Chlomaki’s more shapely appearance, before beginning to yell at her for going to fast, asking about what if she went too fast, what if she hit the house, blah, blah, she went on and on.

Chlomaki rolled her eyes at Lobco’s scolding, resisting the urge to taunt her about being a familiar and that she shouldn’t be giving orders. Instead, she quickly turned her broom and zipped into Lobco, the lobster squeaking loudly as she was roughly picked up by Chlomaki and slammed onto the back of the broom.

“Now, now, if you keep complaining like that, we’re never going to make it to the party on time.”

“P-Party?! You s-said it was a dinner reservation!!”

“Well, uh, I didn’t lie.. Technically. Besides, if you’re gonna be dating me, you gotta be more social than you already are. I want you to make some more friends so you can be happy with more than one person, y’know? Anyway, see ya, Lobco’s mom and dad!”

Chlomaki waved down to the parents as they waved back, Lobco not even getting a chance to talk back as they suddenly zipped off into the water, Lobco screeching at the top of her lungs from the sudden increase of speed. Once they were out of sight, Cherryblod wrapped his arms around Doloz, the large mom immediately sobbing happily into her husband.

“Fuuuu-kaaaa-miiiii! ♪”

His focused attention finally changed subjects, turning his head towards the torn up bridge to the castle. A girl, much shorter than him and clasped in full crimson, waving her hand above her head as she had such a happy skip to her step. His expression still remained dead and empty, but internally, he could feel his stresses almost instantly melt away. The witch slowed down in front of Fukami, grinning widely as she slipped a girly giggle, holding a hand to her face.

“Gosh, you look so down as always!” Wadanohara grinned even further, the ends of her smile touching to the tops of her cheeks. “You should smile every once in a while! Maybe you wouldn’t feel so sour all of the time!” She skipped forward, hopping up into the water and using her slow descent to push the corners of his lips up into a forced smile. As she began to float down, his lips followed slowly down with her fingers until his face went back to a neutral position. She gave a pout once her feet landed on the ground.

“…Wadanohara, it doesn’t matter. Just being with you makes me–”

“No!” She pouted more, giving a soft stomp with her heel. “Smile for me, right now!” She pointed up at him. “Or I’ll make you! I’ll get the new sewing kit Sal got me and sew your face happy if I have to!” Her cheeks were puffed and her tone whining, shaking her fists at him. “Smile! Smile! Smile! Smile! Smile!”

Fukami stared down at her, rolling his eyes. It felt weird to be.. Emotional, and it felt weird to see it. He never felt an urge to show or express himself, even less so now with his still heart and cold body. As he watched her have her tantrum and chant up at him, he interrupted her by slowly kneeling down to her, having direct eye contact with her and forcing a soft smile to cover his pale features. She stared at him, remaining quiet as her anger faded from her face.

“Wadanohara… Being with you makes me happy. I don’t need to smile on the outside, because you’re smiling for me. And that makes me smile on the inside.”

They kept direct eye contact, before both bursting into laughter, Wadanohara’s loud and boisterous easily overpowering Fukami’s quiet and gentle chuckle. Fukami was also the one to calm down first, a tentacle rubbing down along her back as she nearly passed out from laughing, tears in her eyes and a wide smile on her face.

“Don’t! Don’t ever do that again, oh my gosh, Fukami! You crack me up everytime!” She covered half of her face with a hand, her breath trying desperately to keep up with her, panting in excitement as she let out another fit of laughter.

“Of course.”

While Fukami was honest, he thinks emotions are hilarious. But they’re also entertaining for that reason. They don’t quite fit his own tastes, at least for displaying himself, but seeing it on others, especially Wadanohara… Priceless. Beautiful, valuable, and unique, he favored to see as many expressions as he could see from everybody he meets, of all different spectrums. Perhaps today, he’ll fish for some more reactions from her. She already knows he does that, though. 

Yosaflame opened his mouth to speak, but nothing really came out, as he was so dumbfounded. The melon colored demon glanced down the hallway, remembering that his resting area was placed next to the devil’s not too long ago. He must’ve mistakenly took Yosaf’s place in a fit of anger and tired. The demon resisted the urge to chuckle from his devil being so serious yet silly at the same time, before slowly looking over at his resting body.

The demon thought to himself that he should perhaps either sleep in Kcalb’s room for the night or assist the devil by either waking him up and informing him of his mishap (which Yosaflame didn’t want to do, he simply looked too peaceful) or transport him from one room to the other as gently but quickly as possible. However, he stepped closer to the devil, letting his curiosity take control for a moment. For someone who was always so intimidating, he looked so peaceful when asleep. Yosaflame felt a smile creep onto his lips, slowly leaning in to get a better look at the devil’s face.

The demon barely let his knee onto the bed before his collar was grabbed roughly, yanking the demon into bed. Yosaf restrained his startled sound, feeling himself be roughly pressed into the devil’s body, a tight grip wrapping around him as the devil curled into place. Yosaflame took a few seconds to recover, adjusting his glasses, realizing he was trapped right with the devil. The demon squirmed a bit, chuckling and telling him that this joke was funny and all, but he’d like to be free. But he wasn’t joking. Actually, he doesn’t even seem aware, that, or he’s really good at acting to be asleep.

After about a minute of soft struggling, just enough not to jossle Kcalb awake, he let out a sigh, finally accepting his fate of being a cuddle pillow. He wished he could’ve at least gotten Kcalb and himself more dressed for bed. Oh well. He almost thought he could enjoy this a little, indulge on himself? The demon pulled the spectacles away from his face and rested them onto them next to his pillow, as he couldn’t reach his end table. He slowly rested his head in front of the devil’s. He felt his heart flutter for a moment, staring at the devil’s face closely.

“Goodness.. You can tell stress has been really affecting you. You’re awfully cold, and you’re even frowning in your sleep..” He murmured softly, his voice soft and rich like fresh cream, reaching to slowly pet through his hair and sliding down his cheek, stroking it carefully with his thumb. He truly was so handsome, even if he was so angry. It was a face blessed to exist, created by a foolish artist, etched with such attention to detail. It was only to be expected of his highness, isn’t it? The perfect man..

The demon smiled wider, leaning in slowly to give a respectful kiss to his lord’s forehead and then cheek, carefully worshipping who was basically his god. He rested his hand on his neck as he kept close enough to keep his scent, giving gentle massages across his obviously weary body. Scars.. He could feel them, all over his body. It was unfortunate, if only he could permanently be his shield. The demon craves for that, to keep him for all harm and even die in his name, but Kcalb insists to only be alone when he fights the god. So foolish and stubborn, yet so courageous and full of honor. The best he can get is to stay at his side as much as he can, and fight for his name, to make him the most successful emperor to ever exist.

Once he was satisfied with his playful affection to his face, he pulled away, nuzzling his head just shy under his chin, hands moving down to hold around his waist. Yosaf let fire fill his body, increasing his body heat to make a toasty temperature for Kcalb and for anybody else in the bed. He really was so terribly cold, enough to feel like ice through his clothing, even under such heavy blankets. The devil wasn’t even shivering, maybe just out of his own will power? Truly impressive, he was, an admirable role model, yes yes. Maybe Yosaflame should learn some cold tolerance tips from him? It should would surely help with that… nuisance.

“It’s too hot…”

Yosaflame’s thought process was interrupted by the grip tightening and hearing a low but sleepy growl, much rougher than how the demon spoke earlier, like feet crunching through gravel. Yosaflame held his embarrassment down, looking passively up. A dark eye opened, peering back down.

“I’m fine.. Your body alone is enough… Now stop it.”

Yosaflame blinked, before letting out an almost girlish giggle, toning down his heat to his normal body temperature. “I’m sorry.. I got ahead of myself. I should’ve been more considerate.” He replied, smile never leaving his face as he placed his head back down. Was he awake during all of this, after all? He truly was full of some many surprises. Yosaflame could feel his head pulled closer to the demon’s body, his face gently pressed into his chest. He huffed happily, gripping gently into the back of his outfit, clinging back just as much as the devil was.

Truly such a selfish ruler.. Yes, this one he had sworn his life to. This was no problem with this. In fact, Yosaflame would even be willing to say this was the most peaceful moment of his life, that he would even admit he could almost forget the gruesome war that has plagued his life everyday. If only it could stay this.. But it’s all the more reason to savor this moment in time.

“Goodnight, my lord.”

“Just shut up and sleep. You had a long day today, and you have a longer day tomorrow.”

Kcalb sighed, adjusting his coat more onto his shoulders and over his body a bit as he started to walk out from the castle and down the roads. He could teleport, but Etihw kept saying that even though his body is weakened and that he’s healing, he still needs to move to help keep himself healthy. They never complained about it until now, but it was whatever. Actually, they weren’t the only one to say that to him..

Arriving to the town, demons and angels immediately greeted him so happily and respectfully, Kcalb greeting back as quiet as he always was. As he went further south, he realized further what he was doing, and despite his efforts to stay calm and collected, his face immediately flushed and his breath choked on itself as his stomach grew light and almost nauseous. God, he was thinking of him earlier, so why is he only reacting now?

Kcalb bit his tongue hard, trying to snap himself back into reality. These feelings weren’t exactly foreign to him, but it’s been a very long time since he’s felt anything like this, so it just caught him off guard. He shifted to pull the fur of his coat over his face, trying to force his blush into his throat, just anywhere that wasn’t on his face. Somewhere that wasn’t painfully obvious.

Once he took a moment to recollect himself, still blushing lightly on his pale cheeks, he began to move towards the school building. School was almost over by the time he left, so class must’ve been dismissed by now. He took a deep breath as he approached the entrance. Keep calm, keep calm, keep calm… He drilled it into his head repeatedly as he went through the doors. All you’re doing is checking up on him.

Kcalb signed himself in for visiting, even if he didn’t need to because of his status. He carefully traversed down the hallways and as he approached the classroom, he could feel his heart going lighter and lighter in his chest. His knuckles shyly tapped against the wooden door, resisting the urge to vibrate in place. He wasn’t ready for the rough slam open from a smaller glasses-wearing demon, jumping in place as she grinned widely, big, bright eyes beaming up at him.

“OH, OLD MAN!! I wasn’t expecting you!! I thought you were Froze coming back for me..”

Yosafire definitely seemed excited, even with the slight disappointment in her voice, since she kept talking, most of the words going over Kcalb’s head. Something about her being in detention, but that wasn’t surprising. Kcalb cleared his throat, trying to clear of any knot that had formed over time and worsened from the scare.

“Yosafire.. It’s good to see you well.” He croaked, carefully stepping in. His eyes moved away from the guava head, only to met with the one who has been haunting his thoughts for days, months now. A demon, sitting properly in his chair, his large, but unassuming eyes were shooting bullets straight into Kcalb’s chest, the devil refusing to buckle from the way his heart almost immediately throbbed from just seeing him. It seemed like Lowrie was in the middle of grading papers before Kcalb had politely intruded.

“Oh, Lord Kcalb. Welcome. What brings you here?” His voice was so soft and smooth like an animal’s well-kept fur, with such a welcoming and sweet tone. All of that recollection and preparation from before was almost useless, Kcalb’s face turning pink once more, and eventually to a red beet of an expression, becoming even more embarrassed from just being embarrassed.

“...U-Uh. Well.” He muttered out, Yosafire curiously looking over to peek at the devil, wondering why he was shaking so much. “I-I.. Was just checking up on you. N-No, wait, I-I wanted to invite you to something.” He internally facepalmed, wondering why his common sense and level headedness had immediately been broken from the demon just speaking one word. Lowrie blinked, before smiling warmly.

“Me? Invited? Oh, I’m honored. What is it?”

God, his voice is so sweet. His heart feels like it’s going to leap out of his chest and just act on its own.

“Y-Yes… I wanted to invite you to tea, maybe some treats. I already asked Wodahs to prepare some when it was time. How does this weekend sound?” Kcalb stammered over his sentences, having to talk slowly to make sure he didn’t mess up his sentences again. Lowrie closed his eyes cutely and nodded his head.

“That sounds lovely. I’d be more than happy to. Sunday is when I’m next free, I’ll come in the afternoon.”

Kcalb felt almost relieved by the fact he responded so casually, but yet he adored that fact about him. Kcalb was finally trying to get adjusted to his flustered mindset, but all of a sudden, he could feel Yosafire tug on his coat, yanking him down a bit.

“Old man is in love! Old man has a crush! Old man loves Mr. Lowrie!”

Yosafire continued to chant and tease happily at the much taller man, bouncing excitedly in place. Kcalb’s red face got even deeper, gently yanking his coat out of Yosafire’s grasp. Lowrie simply chuckled from his seat, a hand gently covering his face to make his amusement less obvious.

“I-It’s not like that...! I-I’m leaving!” Kcalb stammered, skittering out when he could. He could hear Lowrie say goodbye as he got out of the room, shyly pulling the coat back over his head and walking into the nearby restrooms to scream for a moment.

Yosafire watched Kcalb leave as she brought her gaze back up to Lowrie. “Yo, teach.”

“You know to call me Mr. Lowrie.”

“Do you think he has a crush on you? He acts worse around you than he does around Eti. Would you date him? You should date him. Though, Eti might get jealous..”

Lowrie simply chuckled in response, leaning back into his chair as he picked his pen up once more, returning to carefully correcting mistakes.

“Go back to your detention, Yosafire. You’re not out of trouble yet.”

After a bit, she gave up on thinking, as it hurt to do so. She’s assumed he probably didn’t do the worst he could do, as she could still feel her arms and legs. Well, kind of. Her eyes followed back to the resting demon, focusing on his face to make sure he wasn’t faking anything. If he was acting, then it really was geniune and very well done. If he was awake to bother her enough, she would probably even admit that he looked really peaceful in his sleep, compared to his usual chaotic and annoyingly energetic self. Actually, he even.. Kind of looked cute? Maybe even a bit handsome…

As the thought crossed her mind, her cheeks immediately flushed to a deep, vibrant crimson, making it difficult to tell her face apart from her hair. Why would she think that? That’s absolutely ridiculous. But yet.. Maybe it wasn’t as ridiculous as she thought? It was obvious he somewhat cared for her. I mean, if there was no connection or chemistry, why would he keep coming back for her? Sometimes, he even goes as far to hunt her down, no matter how far she is. When he wants her, he wants her so bad. He’s creepy and terrifying, but… His feelings aren’t fake, if there’s anything to admire about him. Lobco arched her head down, looking at the slinked arm around her body. She stared at it for a moment, noticing how he clung to her in his sleep. Did he always do this? She wondered if this was the first time she actually caught him doing this. Who knows, maybe he’d even be embarrassed about it. While he was so rude, there was something about romantic and sentimental stuff that always caught the demon off guard. Thinking about he could possibly react, the lobster held back a chuckle, letting out a soft ‘heh’ instead. It felt good to have at least a little something against him, even if it was barely anything.