#mod yonaka

His mother had asked him where he’d wanted to go, and he excitedly shouted ‘’Hydrangea Isle’’. He put on his hat, slung his shark bag over his shoulder, and waited patiently to head out, with a smile on his face the entire time.

Upon reaching the island and saying farewell to his parents, Minami felt some weight being lifted off his shoulders, not having to worry about his mother being paranoid about him wandering off and getting lost. He grinned, taking out his umbrella, making his way deeper into the island and splashing in every puddle he could find. Heck, he was so excited, maybe he could even find that rare orange bird his father told him about.

As Minami made his way farther in, he looked around at all of the beauty around him. He always found every island so pretty and colorful, he could just get lost in them. He blinked, turning to see what was on the left side of him- only to be greeted by something that was definitely not a hydrangea or a bird.

Minami blinked. In front of him was a girl that looked just a tad bit older than him, with long curly white hair adorned with black diamonds in it. She was wearing a black dress with long sleeves. She was really uncolorful, Minami thought, and he wanted to ask her why she looked so dull in comparison to everything around her.

The girls stare was as blank as could be. She was playing with a ladybug on her finger and letting herself get soaked by the rain. Minami opened his mouth to say something to her, but she turned around right before he could.

“Who are you?” She asked. Her voice was calm and almost relaxing to him. “I haven’t seen anyone like you before.”

Minami examined her curiously. “Minami! Son of the Sea Witch Wadanohara!” he grinned, proudly.

“You may call me Sil.” She smiled at him. “What are you doing here alone, though…?”

“Exploring by myself so I can go on many adventure’s like mama did.”

The words ‘momma’ made Sil sigh as she looked down at the ground. “Where are you from?” Minami questioned, his head leaning to the side.

Sil sat on the floor. Minami walked over and held his umbrella over the both of them. “...I don’t know, exactly.”

Minami frowned at her. “How can you not know where you’re from?!”

“My mother and father didn’t want me, I think.”

The two sat in silence after Sil said that. A few minutes later, Minami perked his head up and looked at her. “My family could take you in!” he grinned, placing a hand on her shoulder and shaking her lightly, frightening her from the sudden motion. “Mama and papa are super nice! And I want a sibling!”

Sil smiled, thinking that maybe things could get better for her. “I’d like to meet them.”

“Don’t think, do!” Minami yelled out happily. Sil nodded in silent agreement.

There was only one thing that would make his sleepiness fade away, the one thing that he woke up in the mornings for, his morning flan. The more he thought about it, the more he could feel his mouth watering.

Kcalb smiled to himself as he entered the kitchen with no one else around. Waking up in the early morning does have it’s benefits, he thought. He looked around, making sure his fellow god, Etihw wasn’t anywhere to be seen. He didn’t want to be teased for eating so much sweets again. He could almost hear their voice complaining about him needing to eat more vegetables. He shook his head, and opened the fridge, expecting to see a small plate with his flan, and his name on it.

Unfortunately, much to Kcalb’s dismay, it wasn’t there. He panicked, shoving other items in the fridge around and frantically looked for it. “Where in god’s name…” He slammed the fridge, and-

“Did you call for me?” Etihw laughed from behind the fridge, a sly grin on their face. Kcalb jumped back, defensively covering himself with his cloak.

“Actually, you are the opposite of what I called.” Kcalb scoffed, lowering his defenses and crossing his arms.

“Aw, I’m a god, you meanie. Your god, to be exact.” Etihw fiddled with something behind their back. Kcalb tried to look, but every time he did, they’d move in a different direction, keeping the devil in anticipation.

Etihw stared at Kcalb as he kept attempting to look behind them. They thought that he looked a little bit like a cat playing with a laser pointer. Not wanting the devil to jump them, they pulled the object out from behind themselves.

Kcalb blinked, processing the display in front of him. Etihw held his flan up like a trophy. That was his flan, and he couldn’t be more upset from them taking it, despite it not being the first time.

“Is this what the little devil wants?” Etihw mocked in their normal playful tone. “Does the devil want his sweet little pudding that all the children here eat? It even has a cat face on it! Oh, look, you’re turning red!” They laughed, reaching a hand over to squeeze Kcalb’s cheek, only to be greeted by him slapping it away angrily.

“Aww, Kcalb, don’t be mad at me. I just like seeing you get flustered. And plus, it’s training for your temper! You didn’t try to kill me this time.”

Kcalb said nothing, but stared deep into their soul. He almost wanted to attack them, but knew that he would definitely get beat and then get mocked for being “old”.

“I’m sorry, old man. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Kcalb grumbled, “But you do it so often.”

Etihw got closer to Kcalb, setting the flan down on the counter and taking his hands in their hands instead. “To make it up to you, how about I feed you?” the god smiled, rubbing circles into his palms to calm him down.

Kcalb looked away from them, not wanting to give in, but he couldn’t deny the offer.

 Especially when it came to love, if he wanted someone, he’d get them. That’s exactly what he did for Cranber when they’d first met on the battlefield, he’d fallen in love at first sight. As for her, she fell in love at… well, first bite. They decided to stick this relationship out, despite it being risky for the both of them.

It lasted months without their higher-ups finding out. A year in, and it had finally hit their anniversary. Sherbert had been planning out the perfect evening right under Etihw’s nose the entire time. Hell, he’d even gone as far as to kill one of his fellow angels to get his sweet little bat demon her favorite treat…

Cranber, on the other hand, was less romantic and much more blunt about what she wanted. Sherbert even thought that she would have forgot about the whole anniversary ordeal. But, he made his way over to her home regardless.

As Sherbert was about to knock on the door, Cranber had already opened it, smiling and drooling as she leaned out of the doorway to smell him.

“You knew I was here?” Sherbert gave his lover a pat on the head, smiling at her strange affections.

Cranber stood up straight, blinked, then pulled herself back inside. “Of course, I can smell ya’ from a mile away~” She grinned, wiping the trail of drool she’d made on herself with her sleeve. Sherbert made his way inside, closing the door behind him.

The angel looked around at the bloodied, messy room. He smiled, always loving Cranber’s taste in decor. Reminded of the gift he’d got for her, he figured he should give it to her immediately. Pulling out the messy, crumpled and stained box from his satchel, he tapped Cranber on the shoulder.

Cranber turned around, frustratedly giving up on opening a bottle of wine she’d stolen from Kcalb for the two of them. “What is it, my love?”

“A present for the most grotesque demon I know~” He winked.

The demon’s eyes lit up with excitement as she snatched the gift out of his hands. “Oh, I wonder what it is!” She brought the box near her face, smelling it and shaking it a tad bit to get an idea. A quiet gasp escaped from her mouth– “Is this what I think it is?”

“Open it, Cran.”

Obeying the command, Cranber tore the lid off. Her eyes peered inside, and she almost squealed with happiness. Inside of the box was a fresh, warm bloody heart. She smiled at Sherbert, “You really didn’t have to! Where did you get it from?”

Sherbert laughed. “What can I say, Cranber? Ever since that day, you’ve stolen my heart… so why not steal someone else’s for you, too? …I know how much you love eating those type of things, anyway. I’d even give you mine, if I could.” He grasped Cranber’s hips and pulled her in close, his face close to hers.

Heart in her hand, Cranber wrapped her arms around his neck. Her grin widening as she sinks her nails deep into his skin.

She cleaned up the house, took a shower, put on a face-full of makeup (even though, Scor didn’t usually like that, he always preferred her natural face, but whatever made her feel pretty), and slid into a nice, comfy but cute brown sweater. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled, feeling confident. Then, she realized she didn’t even prepare any food. Or any special activities. Panicking at the first thought, she ran out to the kitchen and got to cooking as fast as she could.

Scor, on the other hand, didn’t do anything special to himself. He made his way over to Mitsuki’s house, smoking cigarettes up until he reached the front door. Preparing himself for whatever she may do to him, he took a deep breath and then knocked.

Just finishing up dinner, Mitsuki fluttered over to the door and opened it, and before Scor could get a word out, she wrapped all four of her arms around him and shoved her face into his chest. “Scor! Hi!” she chirped, her smile widening by the second. Scor looked down at her before placing a hand on her head to give her a pet. “Hey, Mitsu.” he grinned slightly, “How’s my favorite bee doing?” he made his way inside, Mitsuki still wrapped around him tightly.

“Better now that you’re here!” she smiled up at him, finally letting him out of her clutches. Scor looked around somewhat nervously, and then it hit him. That soul-rotting smell coming from the kitchen. He knew he’d have to put up with it, but as soon as he took a whiff, he felt as if he was going to pass out. “Erm, so… what do you have planned?” he said, crossing his arms and praying internally to whatever gods there was that she hadn’t seen his expression a moment ago.

Mitsuki’s cheerful demeanor managed to make Scor calmer. “Well,” she pressed her fingers together, “I made us dinner! And I rented us a few movies! I know you don’t like to do anything fancy… I’ll go make us plates right now, okay?” she ran off into the kitchen before Scor could even say ‘sure’. He took a seat and leaned back, adjusted the pillows, and made himself comfortable (and took up half of the couch with how wide he’d spread his legs.)

As Mitsuki made her way out of the kitchen, Scor gagged at the scent quietly and looked over. She was carrying two plates with god-knows-what on them. He couldn’t tell what it was, but it was all black (burnt, he’d assume, and he’d hope) and falling apart. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to smile. “That looks great, Mitsu.” He lied. He’d always feel terrible about lying to Mitsuki, but he was scared of what would happen if he said what he was really thinking. Because despite her cheerful and clutzy self, he knew that deep down she could be a demon.

Sitting down next to him, Mitsuki handed his plate over. “I could feed you, too, if you want!”

“It’s, ...It’s alright, Mitsu, I can fucking- sorry, I mean I can feed myself.”  Scor poked the fork at the lumps of what looked like coal on his plate. Purple liquid poured out of it. Never in his life had he been more afraid, not even of Tsumuri, but this was just…

Scor managed up the courage and took a bite as Mitsuki watched him with gleaming eyes. When the food hit his mouth, he thought he was going to die. After a few seconds, he realized it wasn’t as horrible as before. “Mitsu, you’ve been getting better at cooking.” It was still pretty bad, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t proud of her. Mitsuki bounced in her seat and clapped her lower hands together in excitement, “Really?! You think so? I’m so glad!” She took a few bites of her own food. “This does taste really good! I usually don’t taste test anything, so I don’t know until I try it…”