FIC: Demons
Title: Demons
Summary: She was the only one who never gave a damn.
Rating: T for swearing
Note: Written for iu_fanfiction challenge 27 || prompt: Do you think I give a damn?
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“M-Marui-senpai!” I glared at him and he doubled on the floor, laughing like his sick piece of a joke was funny.
“That was a good one, Marui!” It didn’t even help that Niou-senpai was here, too. “You look just like it, Akaya!”
Damn. Why do I have to play coy games with these two? It was a good thing I didn’t give them the coupons I got from the nearby tennis store-in fact, I regret ever thinking of giving them gifts that were good.
Stupid Christmas. Stupid gift-giving tradition.
“Oi, Akaya! We have more gifts for you!” Niou-senpai and Marui-senpai laughed. I had enough for the day and slammed the door shut on my way out.
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The stupid thing was staring at me. I knew that I should’ve thrown it, but even if I were known to be a demon, I still valued the little things others gave me. It was just sitting there on my desk, baring its hideous fangs and mouth-I could imagine it being Sanada-senpai. I chuckled; maybe this could be a source of humor for me.
It had always been like this: gift-giving with the former regulars at Marui-senpai’s dingy apartment. I had been lucky the first few years, always having Yukimura-buchou as my giver, and my gifts are fairly nice when it came from him.
Well, not entirely what you can say a gift you’ll appreciate, but I learned to hold my tongue after running laps in the snow without my coat and mittens on.
But still, a ticket to an opera concert I think only that Monkey King (I’m beginning to sound like that Echizen) can understand is better than that ugly thing sitting atop my Psychology sample tests.
When I get a hold of my demon, I’m gonna tear Marui-senpai and Niou-senpai to pieces.
“Tch. Stop staring, you fucked up gargoyle!” I threw a tennis ball and it hit the gargoyle square in the mouth. A soft thump made me twitch.
This was getting annoying.
And Kami! By all the things it could be made of, it was made from cotton. It was soft. It was a plushy.
Marui-senpai is gonna die.
I picked it up and examined it closer. I never liked ghost stories but I heard my fair share of tengu descriptions. Others at Rikkaidai even called me that if the monster name never caught their fancy. This was definitely a lame gargoyle toy Marui-senpai must have gotten from the arcade.
Talk about giving gifts. Tch.
“Looks like me, huh.” True, its eyes were red. Even the painting was crooked. Who’s stupid enough to make gargoyle dolls, anyway?
My eyes narrowed when my fingers grazed the seaweed-like mop atop its head. Marui-senpai even considered my hair in order to match. That piece of man candy’s gonna see the end of his sugars, soon.
“You’re so ugly!” I spat in annoyance the moment I realized that its hair (I don’t know what else to call it) was, in fact, seaweed.
“A-Ano.”
I whipped my head so fast that I swore I blasted a vein on my neck. What was she, of all people, doing here?
“I-It wasn’t you!” I pressed Marui-teme’s (Yes, apparently Marui-teme is a good name to it) lolling mouth against my neck. Kami, that hurt!
“I-I’m sorry if I startled you, Akaya-kun.” She was instantly at my side, her small hands kneading the ache from my neck. “You should be more careful.”
“You’re one to talk. You caused it to hurt, woman.” I smirked at her small glare. Really, the more time she spent with me, the more devious she became.
“Who’d let you in?” Her hands were miracle workers and I knew that the question sounded more like a groan.
“Eri-san did. She said that you were in a bad mood, I think she’s right.” I placed Marui-teme on my lap and glared. Who the hell would feel good after being compared to this shithole?
“A-Ah!” She tore her hands away from my neck and grasped the small devil in her hand. “Is this what Marui-kun gave you?”
She was literally smiling at its face. It was to be expected that she would get hold of the news that fast; Marui-senpai just loves to tell her stories about me being stupid. Or cranky. Or angry.
I should start distancing myself from those people.
“Tch. Niou-senpai even said that it looked like me.” I spread myself on my bed and looked at the ceiling. “Heh, we’re both demons, after all.”
“Sakuno-chan?” I felt her weight leaving the bed and I sat up. “What are you doing?”
Sakuno was standing a few feet in front of me her arms outstretched with Marui-teme resting on her palms. She looked like she was scrutinizing the little bastard. I stared at her like she had grown another head, but it seemed that she didn’t pay me any of her attention.
“Oi, Sakuno! What are you-“
“Nope.” She placed Marui-teme back on my desk-exactly atop my Psychology sample tests. “It doesn’t look like Akaya-kun, at all.”
I watched her smile at me. I knew that it was stupid but I just sat there and stared, absorbing what she had just said to me. I knew it from myself that Marui-teme was nothing like me, but I had acknowledged the fact that I was diabolical like a tengu within the courts.
I freaking like hurting my opponents. I was that sort of demon.
But she relented. And she smiled. And I knew that she knew about my demon-and she accepted him.
Heh, even Devil Akaya likes her now.
“Come on, Akaya-kun. I brought you some cake-oh!” I sniffed her hair and buried my head on it. I haven’t done this in a long time.
She was melting into my embrace, finally understanding its meaning. I could feel her hands atop mine and I smirked.
“Thank you, Sakuno.”
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