( OPEN / CLOSED — LOG: 1 ) CATCH-ALL

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Who ⬤ Akira Fudou + anyone.
What ⬤ Catch-all for the next few months.
When ⬤ September — ???
Where ⬤ Anywhere he finds his ass.
Content Warnings ⬤ I'm going to assume he's gonna be naked at some point in here, but none so far.

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YUUJI — ACTION, JJKIRA HOUSEHOLD.

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_{[ Following their conversation over Ember, Akira seemed pretty excited to spend the evening with Yuuji. He hadn't expected to be taken in under the other boy's wing so eagerly, but all he could think about was how Yuuji worded him "staying" with them. It made him feel warm on the inside and reminded him of how Miki and the rest of her family just allowed him to live in their house. He feels his heart swell as he approaches the apartment, coming home and announcing his presence as he slips off his shoes. ]}

I'm home!

_{[ That felt so nice to say even if Yuuji and Megumi hadn't officially welcomed him to stay with them in their abode, the way Yuuji worded it made it sound permanent. He is grateful. ]}

Yuuji-kun, are you home yet?

[ahost]

[ — not yet. however, akira didn't need to wait for long. it took yuuji another minute or so before he walked into their apartment, his voice bursting with energy as he greeted whoever might be around at the moment- ]

Honey, I'm home!

[ that goes for both of his roommates, really. he's quick to spot akira from across the common space, smiling and holding up the heavy packs of junk food (burgers, fries, cold soda, and some cookies too). except, now his friend will notice something is a bit different tonight— the sorcerer's face had a few fresh blemishes and the fabric of his jacket is drenched in blood; mainly around his collar and forearms, knuckles bruised. not all the blood belonged to him, but there are traces of his own. yuuji still seemed in good spirits as he dropped the bag on the table. ]

Hope you're hungry for some juicy burgers! This place might be better than Macdonald's.

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_{[ It doesn't surprise Akira that Yuuji would come home like this, considering the kind of work that he does, and if he had his heightened senses, he definitely would smell the blood before he smelled the burger scent wafting through the air. Akira does gawk a little, though, because for some reason Yuuji looks better when he's all battered up like this. It makes Akira stare for a moment, but then he is peering at the bags Yuuji has in his hands. ]}

I cleaned the plate that Megumi-kun made for me, so I deserve this.

_{[ Instantly, Akira goes for the bag once it is placed on the table and picks a burger— any burger. He casts Yuuji a side glance. ]}

Busy night?

[ahost]

Yeah. We had a gang war situation in Shuten. Nothing new, really.

[ he heads over to the open kitchen and started rinsing his hands clean under the water, the sink quick to turn in all shades of red in a matter of seconds. the sorcerer takes his time to wash away all the dirt from his fingers, even giving attention to under his nails— he then wiped his hands dry before joining akira at their dining table. no, he made no efforts to change or hit the shower, instead he reached for his share, unwrapping the burger. there's a tired sigh as the adrenaline begins to leave his system, sobering his senses to register the ache all over his body.

he leans in for a bite, chewing slowly as he sulked back against his chair; finally regarding the other. that's when he smiled at akira, subtly appreciating that he was not eating alone. there's something comforting in that. ]

How was your day?

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<sub>[ His eyes focus on all that blood getting rinsed away. Wasted. For some reason he can’t look away from that until Yuuji is seated at the table with him. Now he can really smell any lingering scent of blood on him since he’s sitting closer to him.

But he resumes eating, a rather fast eater who has already consumed half of the burger. ]</sub>

It’s funny you mention Shuten. That’s the faction that accepted my contract.

_{[ A beat. ]}

Yuuji-kun, will we have to fight eachother?

[ahost]

Only if you're causing trouble.

[ man, he didn't even hesitate with his answer. they can be roommates and cozy with each other in their free time, but work is work— and yuuji had a reason to stay on the enma's good side. they can get away with a few violations, such as their living situation, but actively dismissing his duties is not an option.

he offers his friend a tired smirk, pointing a finger at him. ]

I bet it will be fun, though. Especially if the devil comes out to play.

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I'd love to fight you sometime.

_{[ He's getting pretty excited just thinking about it, actually. Of course, his mind wanders naturally to some less-than-wholesome places, such as ripping the limbs off of Yuuji and showering in his blood. All intrusive thoughts. He could never hurt someone that he cares about like that. Yuuji might see his gaze go off in the distance as he ponders on this, but he resumes eating, pushing the rest of the burger in his mouth and swallowing it with a pleased noise. ]}

I won't hesitate to use my demon form on you, Yuuji. I don't take well to losing no matter what it is. I'm interested in your fighting style anyway. What do you do to make yourself look like a bloody mess like that?

Don't you know it's distracting for someone like me?

_{[ Now he's revealing his secrets. ]}

[ahost]

[ fun fact: he won't be surprised if akira had those thoughts. it all comes back to their first conversation about sharing a body with a powerful devil; it makes no sense that akira's kindness is enough to tame such malicious intents. there has to be some lingering grim thoughts to haunt him from time to time, and yuuji had seen a glimpse of it already. sexual needs are one of them, and with that comes violence too.

however, as they share a meal with each other— yuuji seemed genuinely fond of akira, merely raising an eyebrow at that last confession. he takes a moment to wipe his mouth clean with the back of his wrist; somewhat smearing the dried blood over his lips. ]

... Should I clean up?

[ no, he's not the type of asshole who would test and tease the other. if it makes akira uncomfortable, he will get rid of the issue right away. no further questions were asked. he's almost done with his share as well; quick to reach for the bag of fries to go. (yeah, this dude will inhale the whole thing on the way to the bathroom). ]

Is it my blood or the other creatures?

[ lowkey asking if akira is into human flesh here ... ]

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I can handle it.

_{[ Can he, though? He doesn't like to admit weakness or vulnerability... and maybe apart of him was enjoying the aroma of the blood; the different kinds and how they mixed together on Yuuji's skin. Akira polishes off his meal once Yuuji picks up the bag of fries. His arms cross over his chest. It's a little odd to talk about this, but he feels like his house mate should know. ]}

Both.
When I'm a Devilman, a lot of times I will eat parts of my enemy. I guess it's kind of gross talking about it, but when I'm focused on fighting.. I just kind of let the instincts the demon has given me take over. It doesn't matter. It's a target that needs to die.

_{[ ... ]}

I've never eaten a human. I don't know how they taste, but the flesh and blood of a demon tastes good to me.

[ahost]

[ well, if he can handle it —

yuuji relaxed back on his seat, choosing to trust his roommate when he said he can deal with it. he returns to his meal, savoring the salty delight as akira explained to him his unusual cravings. the sorcerer glanced upward, catching akira's gaze as he shoved more fries inside his mouth— chewing slowly as he contemplates.

so, feasting on demons alone should be enough. ]

Are you worried we might taste better?

[ ... yuuji. ]

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_{[ Akira blinks a few times at the prospect. He hadn't thought about.. being afraid of that particularly? It's more like he has vowed to protect humanity, so why would he ever eat someone? ]}

.. I've never thought of that because I have no intention of tasting a human, Yuuji-kun.

_{[ what a weird thing to ask (of course, now he's thinking about it..) ]}

I'm sure for my newfound palate.. humans probably taste delicious, considering demons back home would feast on them.

[ahost]

What are you going to do during sex, then?

[ yuuji just kept going. in his defense, it's really late at night, he's tired, and they are having some delicious comfort food— this is begging for odd questions and heart-to-heart; it is the perfect setting where you speak your mind without filter.

it doesn't help the fact the sorcerer is so casual about it, seemingly unaware of how personal his questions are. he offers akira a cookie, beckoning him to eat more. come on. ]

You're literally brushing your tongue all over your partner's skin. Do you think that would trigger something?

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<sub>[ He doesn't mind talking about sex— just two guys having a two guy conversation. Sex is a popular topic. However, he didn't really have any guy friends back home he could talk about this with. There was Ryo, but Ryo had been so absent from his childhood. It was only recently they had been reunited. Of course, he's had some inappropriate conversations with Miki, but she was usually quick to scold him and change the conversation.

But.. he doesn't have any sexual experience. Neither does he really have any kissing experience. This is why he gets embarrassed, because he doesn't want to appear like he doesn't in front of Yuuji. His cheeks turn slightly pink though and at first, he stammers a word: ]</sub>

N.. No, I don't think it would. I mean, it hasn't! _{[ cause he hasn't had sex but he's making it sound like he has ]} Even if it did, I wouldn't allow myself to lose control like when I am fighting. When I am fighting.. it feels good to let it just happen.. like I am soaring through the air.

_{[ Fine. He'll take the cookie and nibble on it, slowly looking away from Yuuji. ]}

SHEALTIEL — ACTION, SHUTEN TERRITORY.

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<sub>[ Well. After some dodging around conversation and chit-chatting, Akira was able to score some hang out time with the feisty angel. Akira couldn't explain why he was so drawn to him other than the fact he hadn't ever met an angel before (to his knowledge.. technically he kind of knows one.) He figures there might be something he can learn about Shealtiel, or maybe he's looking for a common ground that they can agree upon. Either way, Akira thought that the idea that angels kill demons and demons kill angels is ridiculous, perhaps he saw Shealtiel as a challenge.. someone he can charm into thinking differently.

It's a ramen bar that they find themselves at.. a little seedy looking but nothing too bad. It's one of those where you order a piece of paper with your ramen order out of a vending machine and then hand your order to the ramen chef. ]</sub>

Yo. You decided to show up? I'm glad.

_{[ Akira fishes into his pockets for some money... um.. if he has any... u_u ]}

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Don't get the wrong idea. I just had to come and make sure you weren't going to start thrashing into the wall, or something.

( Shealtiel says that, but he looks relatively relaxed, all things considered. He's a bit tense, sure, but his arms are behind his back, one hand in the other, and he's glancing around to take in the sight of this ramen place. Moving to take a seat has him even more interested in glancing back and forth— the smells are almost overwhelming, right now, and he hasn't quite figured out why.

He starts to drool a little, actually, too distracted to even notice Akira's money problem. )

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<sub>[ The demon is dressed in a button down shirt, allowing the first few buttons to be undone to show off the curve of his muscle and a pair of denims. It's pretty boring, because he knows he tears his clothes so much.. he shouldn't invest in anything flashy or expensive. His lips purse as he watches his company take a seat and he goes ahead and empties his pockets, finding enough yen to buy them both a ramen bowl. The machine spits out a printed piece of paper— two of them— their orders for the ramen chefs to make. He walks over to the bar where Shealtiel is seated and hands the two orders to the chefs behind the bar before sitting down next to Shealtiel.

He props his elbow on the bar table and puts his chin in his hand, turning slightly to look at the other man. ]</sub>

Do you like being here? In Hell? I'm sure that has given you quite a strange feeling if you're an angel.

_{[ Jumping straight to the problematic questions, but that's how Akira thought. He just would speak his honest mind. ]}

[lemoncandy]

( Successfully got free ramen from a broke man, check.

But ah, he's snapped out of his drooling state when Akira speaks to him. At first, Shealtiel simply blinks over at him, open to listening. But at the topic, he tenses a little, arms folding over the top of the bar counter. )

It doesn't match any of the descriptors of Inferno that I've heard, but I don't know if that's poor information or the reason for the different name.

( A frown tugs at the corner of his lips, his eyebrows furrowing down. )

I don't know how I feel. ( Short, a little cold, unhelpful. He clearly feels uncomfortable expanding on his own thoughts and feelings around strangers, or around demons. )

But it doesn't matter, since I'm here anyway. Just like you.

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<sub>[ He’s a moocher, so it really did pain him to buy Shealtiel’s meal, but he has a reputation he is trying to make and have favor in the angel’s eyes, so he is putting forth extra effort to seem appealing. Technically, yes, he agrees that demons are vile, but he doesn’t want Shealtiel to think Devilmen are the same way.

He watches the angel speak, and like always, he speaks his mind: ]</sub>

It’s probably a different realm’s Hell. I was expecting torment of some kind. This isn’t bad.. but I need to fulfill my contract and go home as soon as I can.

[lemoncandy]

You and everyone else. That's the point of the contract, right? To get you motivated to do more.

( There's sadness in Shealtiel's expression, but he doesn't really expect it to be something picked up on by a stranger. Especially not one as hotheaded, and frankly, apparently stupid, as Akira. So he runs the fingers of his right hand over the back of his scarred left hand, thinking. )

Who did you end up contracted with?

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Me? Oh.. I got picked up by the Shuten clan! I think it's cause they found out that I like to fight. But I don't know.. you seem to like to fight more if I am remembering our meeting correctly.

_{[ Yeah, sorry, Shealtiel. He is kind of unobservant to things, so he just carries on like normal. ]}

You're Enma, right? I think you had said that before. Maybe we'll end up fighting like how you want, but I'd rather just fight you for sport. What's out there that is dangerous to innocent people.. those are the things I want to kill.

_{[ So he does have bloodlust of some kind, it seems. ]}

[lemoncandy]

I don't like to fight, and I don't want to fight you. I only fight because I have to.

( Shealtiel's tone comes off as cranky, if anything, and he continues fidgeting with his hands. Fingernails digging, frown turning downwards a little harder. )

If that wasn't the case, I wouldn't be coming to dinner with you. But you're right, I'm part of the Department of the Enma. A ranking officer. There's no way they'd put a demon in our ranks.

( Mm, now he's just getting into his own deep thoughts, trying to find ways to justify himself as an angel... )

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Then don't fight me. The choice is yours. I fight for fun like sparring— because my demonic blood tells me to, but I would rather exert it on threats like I did back home where I don't have to hold back.

<sub>[ That way he can go all out— tear apart flesh and bask in blood. He wouldn't want to do that to Shealtiel just because he's apparently an hereditary enemy of him. If Shealtiel was a threat to humanity or someone he cared about, than maybe, but for now, he's someone Akira wants to protect instead.

Finally, Shealtiel says something that makes his thick brows crease, his eyes narrowing slightly. He was already growing real tired of this "I'm an angel and I'm good and better than demons because they're all evil" attitude. He can feel his blood beginning to boil, heat rising to his face and threatening to flourish across his cheeks in anger.

There is no reason he wouldn't be allowed in Enma and for Shealtiel to just say something like that to his face pisses him off. If Shealtiel cares to look, he may see it in his eyes. Akira's fingers curl, though, and with a deep breath, his temper (which has grown immensely since Amon melded with him) subsides. Because at the end of the day, it's almost always his kind, human nature that wins over the demonic biology and temperament he's inherited.

Akira, in exchange, jabs Shealtiel in the chest with a finger. ]</sub>

You need to work on judging others by their heart and not by what they are. Shuten chose me because I'm a fighter and Enma didn't choose me not because of what I am.

[lemoncandy]

( The reaction to that jab comes before anything else. Shealtiel tenses like he's expecting something far more sinister. His breath stops, and he goes on high alert like he's ready to defend himself, to pull out his weapon if necessary. His eyes go sharp, and in a quick reaction, he launches a hand up to slap Akira's away.

His breath shakes a little when he speaks. )

Don't touch me.

( It's not his usual tone. It's more serious, desperate. Reminiscent of the fangs an animal bares when cornered. He isn't ready to respond to the rest of that, yet. He has to be sure Akira won't touch him again. )

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_{[ Well, he may be stupid, but he can definitely pick up on that shift in his behavior. Wow. Woah. ]}

... Sorry.

_{[ Is he? ]}

But I'm not wrong.

_{[ Akira feels like there is something he's missing here, but he's not sure if he's buddy-buddy enough with Shealtiel to ask. The ramen chefs hand them both their meals and Akira slowly pulls his gaze from Shealtiel and falls into an awkward silence, choosing to put attention to his meal instead. After he takes a few bites, he speaks, quietly but also in his own serious tone but keeps his eyes on his ramen: ]}

I'll get you to see me differently even if it kills me. Well— I mean, technically I'm already dead, but.. I think you know what I meant.

[lemoncandy]

...I won't fight you if you're not disturbing the peace.

( Shealtiel's words finally come after a long moment of silence from him. He'd relaxed out of the full intensity of his reaction, but something was still hanging over him. It's hard to even touch his ramen yet, but he finally lifts some noodles to watch them cool. )

You shouldn't worry about anything more than that. It's complicated.