SMT Nocturne (Dante/Futomimi, Main Character/Futomimi)
Title: Sensitivity
Author: Emerald Embers
Rating: PG
Warnings: Yaoi, spoilers for Mifunashiro and the fourth kalpa
Words: 673
A/N: My apologies for Naoki being a dick.
Funny.
As a human, Naoki would never have said sympathy was difficult. Hell, he'd only been in the hospital out of concern for Ms. Takao. Lately though, it just seemed as though he was... incapable. He couldn't say the change was against his will given apathy had become an increasing part of his life as a half-demon, but there were moments his blank state concerned him, especially when the various demonic members of his team occasionally showed more understanding than he did of distress.
And, of course, there was Dante. Dante who seemed to have squeezed three personalities' worth of charisma, arrogance and determination into one mind, and had opinions enough for six.
"You're an idiot," Dante informed him helpfully as he took a moment to rest, stretching out across the steps of Yosuga headquarters. Kagutsuchi was at its brightest and while the light had relatively little affect on him or Dante, the increased irritability of his other demon companions was tiring enough to warrant a break.
"And?" Prompted Naoki on realising Dante wasn't about to explain without provocation.
"Yosuga, Naoki?" Another pause and Naoki opened his eyes irritably, gestured for more. "Futomimi?"
Mm, so the demon hunter had a point. Naoki scanned the area before rolling over onto his stomach and looking at the manikin in question, observing the over-tight ball he had curled up in. Technically Futomimi was more of an it than a he, Naoki supposed, but referring to it as male was a surprisingly difficult habit to shake. "Wonder why it bothers him so much?"
"He wants a soul so he's guessing at how it feels. Not that hard to work out."
"Have you worked out if a half-demon has a soul?"
"Fuck you."
Naoki got to his knees and walked over, sitting next to Futomimi and watching the manikin snap into a more formal sitting position. "Did I disturb something?"
"No," lied the manikin, and Naoki wondered briefly where a mud puppet learnt to lie, caught his... caught its chin between his fingers, forced it to look his way.
"The truth?"
Futomimi's eyes were calm, something close to dislike in them but missing that human sincerity. "Forgive my weakness." Looking up at Dante then as the demon hunter joined them, a flash of something deeper than recognition. "I was dwelling on the past."
Dante rolled his eyes, tapped Ebony against his thigh in impatient discomfort. "Everyone has issues, big whoop. Get over it."
"As you have?" Futomimi asked less than innocently and Naoki laughed, releasing the manikin's chin and moving his fingers along its jaw, admiring the smooth flesh.
"I kiss him better." Futomimi looked confused before, during and after receiving a kiss on the cheek from Naoki, and no less confused when Dante followed in suit, albeit by using his gun to deliver the kiss rather than using his lips directly.
"That does not help."
Naoki shrugged and stood up, reached for Dante's shoulder and pushed until the demon hunter took the hint and sat down in his place. "You help."
It wasn't his job to to nurse his demons' mental health and counselling was never his area of interest. Let them say what they liked - Lucifer was the only one whose opinion could matter anymore, and Naoki was looking forward to changing that.
And he most certainly was not watching Dante's slightly hands-on approach to comforting Futomimi out of the corner of his eye or wondering how the manikin's hair felt between rough-skinned fingers.
Dante brought his lips to Futomimi's ear, muttered, "Maker of the next world or not, he's still a prick. I've lost family too, though you probably know that."
Futomimi's eyes glittered with something that hadn't been present in the conversation with Naoki, loosening the knot holding his hair up and replying, "Yes. And I prefer the visions with you to the visions with him."
Dante had never seen the sense in missing out on a good offer.
- End
Author: Emerald Embers
Rating: PG
Warnings: Yaoi, spoilers for Mifunashiro and the fourth kalpa
Words: 673
A/N: My apologies for Naoki being a dick.
Funny.
As a human, Naoki would never have said sympathy was difficult. Hell, he'd only been in the hospital out of concern for Ms. Takao. Lately though, it just seemed as though he was... incapable. He couldn't say the change was against his will given apathy had become an increasing part of his life as a half-demon, but there were moments his blank state concerned him, especially when the various demonic members of his team occasionally showed more understanding than he did of distress.
And, of course, there was Dante. Dante who seemed to have squeezed three personalities' worth of charisma, arrogance and determination into one mind, and had opinions enough for six.
"You're an idiot," Dante informed him helpfully as he took a moment to rest, stretching out across the steps of Yosuga headquarters. Kagutsuchi was at its brightest and while the light had relatively little affect on him or Dante, the increased irritability of his other demon companions was tiring enough to warrant a break.
"And?" Prompted Naoki on realising Dante wasn't about to explain without provocation.
"Yosuga, Naoki?" Another pause and Naoki opened his eyes irritably, gestured for more. "Futomimi?"
Mm, so the demon hunter had a point. Naoki scanned the area before rolling over onto his stomach and looking at the manikin in question, observing the over-tight ball he had curled up in. Technically Futomimi was more of an it than a he, Naoki supposed, but referring to it as male was a surprisingly difficult habit to shake. "Wonder why it bothers him so much?"
"He wants a soul so he's guessing at how it feels. Not that hard to work out."
"Have you worked out if a half-demon has a soul?"
"Fuck you."
Naoki got to his knees and walked over, sitting next to Futomimi and watching the manikin snap into a more formal sitting position. "Did I disturb something?"
"No," lied the manikin, and Naoki wondered briefly where a mud puppet learnt to lie, caught his... caught its chin between his fingers, forced it to look his way.
"The truth?"
Futomimi's eyes were calm, something close to dislike in them but missing that human sincerity. "Forgive my weakness." Looking up at Dante then as the demon hunter joined them, a flash of something deeper than recognition. "I was dwelling on the past."
Dante rolled his eyes, tapped Ebony against his thigh in impatient discomfort. "Everyone has issues, big whoop. Get over it."
"As you have?" Futomimi asked less than innocently and Naoki laughed, releasing the manikin's chin and moving his fingers along its jaw, admiring the smooth flesh.
"I kiss him better." Futomimi looked confused before, during and after receiving a kiss on the cheek from Naoki, and no less confused when Dante followed in suit, albeit by using his gun to deliver the kiss rather than using his lips directly.
"That does not help."
Naoki shrugged and stood up, reached for Dante's shoulder and pushed until the demon hunter took the hint and sat down in his place. "You help."
It wasn't his job to to nurse his demons' mental health and counselling was never his area of interest. Let them say what they liked - Lucifer was the only one whose opinion could matter anymore, and Naoki was looking forward to changing that.
And he most certainly was not watching Dante's slightly hands-on approach to comforting Futomimi out of the corner of his eye or wondering how the manikin's hair felt between rough-skinned fingers.
Dante brought his lips to Futomimi's ear, muttered, "Maker of the next world or not, he's still a prick. I've lost family too, though you probably know that."
Futomimi's eyes glittered with something that hadn't been present in the conversation with Naoki, loosening the knot holding his hair up and replying, "Yes. And I prefer the visions with you to the visions with him."
Dante had never seen the sense in missing out on a good offer.
- End