Magic Hunt at MFing Aokigahara

[disorder_heaven]

The fact that Urushihara had a keen eye for patterns and trends was one of his less appreciated skills. As one of the war generals in Demon King Satan's army, it made his division highly feared and nearly unstoppable.

Here, it had gotten him something more along the lines of a snarky comment from Ashiya. "About time," or something like that. Hard to tell. Urushihara hadn't really been listening.

Either way, upon Urushihara's elaboration regarding the Suicide Forest, Ashiya had grown more and more uncertain. Eventually comments about warning signs and body sweeps deteriorated into snide remarks about cell phones failing to work and the pitch blackness that came with noon.

A bowl of miso soup full of something-whatever beta took care of the bitching, but Ashiya managed to come out of the bathroom just long enough to lob a thick volume of Maou's favourite manga at the back of Urushihara's head. So, when Maou returned home from his long, hard day at MgRonald's, it would be to the sight of Urushihara on the ground and Ashiya in the bathroom groaning dramatically.

Just another day at the Devil's Castle.

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[mickeyd_emon]

The front door opened, and Maou stepped inside with a sigh. "I'm ho--"

Well, the sight before him was familiar. Maou stared a moment at Urushihara's prone body, weighing for a good five seconds how real the threat was, before scrambling to slip off his shoes and rushing to him. Maou dropped to his knees and shook him perhaps rougher than he had to.

"Urushihara!" he shouted. "Was it another photo?! C'mon man, you knew better!!!"

Ashiya's disturbed keening, of course, refrained from taking responsibility.