Magic Hunt at MFing Aokigahara
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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.
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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Date: 2015-10-19 09:07 am (UTC)He felt better, now that they were out of the suicide forest. Not a lot better, however; his body ached terribly, and he felt as though too heavy a step might cause him to break into pieces. Though he knew better than to blame Maou for what had happened, it was still difficult to look him in the eye.
More bothersome was the fact that all that negativity had stemmed from somewhere. Which meant, deep down... Maybe Maou really did resent Urushihara, perhaps even hate him.
Somehow, that hurt worse than the bones he was still setting. Humans bodies were so weak. He wiped the blood off of his cheeks, finally daring to glance up briefly at Maou. "Shall we?"
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Date: 2015-10-20 04:39 am (UTC)He was concerned about Urushihara's injuries, but he was leagues more worried of what his friend was thinking. His actions--no, he would call it as it was--beating him into the ground didn't seem to affect the strength of Urushihara's loyalty. But if this created a rift in their friendship, Maou would have to put more of his off-hour time into repairing it than he could afford! Literally!
Maou also really wanted to keep their friendship.
He canted his head down the road before heading onward, not chancing a single glance to the evil behind them. They took a train to Sasazuka in relative silence, Maou remaining overly conscious of the space between them for the entirety of the journey. As he planned to do until Urushihara could look at him without looking like he expected a blow. Or, well, he'd accept it being less often, at least. Baby steps.
Before Maou could accomplish any of that, though, they had to walk back to the apartment. Rather than taking his usual route home, however, Maou led them down a dark alley.
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Date: 2015-10-20 04:44 am (UTC)He followed Maou obediently, keeping his gaze down to keep himself from attracting any attention to either of them. To Maou, this might have seemed as though he was uneasy, perhaps even afraid. That wasn't the case.
However, when Maou began to lead him into the dark alley that made Urushihara think of the host club ringers around Kabukicho, he hesitated.
"Uh... Dude...?"
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Date: 2015-10-20 08:26 pm (UTC)He finished his statement with the air of a yakuza boss, rolling the mystery around with his tongue like he were enjoying a particularly delicious poison. There was a layer of comfort lying beneath his tone, which begged the question: which was the lie?
(The answer: neither.)
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Date: 2015-10-20 08:29 pm (UTC)And Urushihara was not Lucifer, so what could he expect from a demon king who was disguised so perfectly at this innocent boy?
"...I'm callin' a taxi," Urushihara drawled lazily, though it was clear he would or could do no such thing.
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Date: 2015-10-20 09:05 pm (UTC)"I promised you, didn't I?"
The Demon King then disappeared around the corner. Standing before them in all its meaty glory was the yakiniku place he and Ashiya had visited before. Another meal Urushihara had missed out on, and Maou intended to make it up to him.
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Date: 2015-10-20 09:09 pm (UTC)"...What's the catch?"
He was starting to understand why stray dogs tended to be violent around food. After what had happened between them tonight, he thought that he might actually cry if Maou revealed he was only joking.
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Date: 2015-10-20 09:24 pm (UTC)His tone wasn't accusing. Maou was only pointing out the facts as he recognized them.
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Date: 2015-10-20 09:30 pm (UTC)He was delighted, but it didn't show. His face was carefully blank, as always.
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Date: 2015-10-20 10:05 pm (UTC)He wanted Urushihara to know he wasn't kidding. That he planned this from the beginning. That he's appreciated, despite the shit Maou and everyone else gives him. Despite his words in the forest. He had to know. So Maou did his best to communicate paragraphs of the same with the red glint of his eyes.
A beat later, he shed the serious tone for a smile. Maou moved to familiarly nudge Urushihara, then thought better of it and let his arm fall. He thumbed at the restaurant's entrance. "C'mon, man, let's eat. We can't stand out front all night, it's weird."
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Date: 2015-10-20 10:26 pm (UTC)It was also unexpected, and a rather delicate situation on top of that. Urushihara followed Maou into the restaurant, leaving it to his senpai to greet the hostess and find a seat.
It was easy to disguise, but Urushihara was actually very nervous in public. When he couldn't summon his wings or make threats, and couldn't be recognized as a force to be reckoned with... That made him uneasy. As a human, he posed little threat. He sat quietly, watching Maou almost as intently as Suzuno tended to watch Emilia when in public.
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Date: 2015-10-20 11:28 pm (UTC)Either way, Maou would come at the situation like he did everything: charging forward full-throttle. He looked to Urushihara. "Know what you're gonna get yet?"
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Date: 2015-10-20 11:32 pm (UTC)"Ah... No, I guess not. What do you get? Can I just get that?"
He didn't get out enough to know what a lot of these foods were.
...Or what a lot of this kanji meant.
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Date: 2015-10-21 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-21 12:05 am (UTC)But intestines sounded a little gross. He wrinkled his nose childishly and leaned over the menu, sounding out what bits of kana he could understand.
"...You're sure the beef intestines are good? I never was one of those kindsa guys."
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Date: 2015-10-21 12:16 am (UTC)A beat.
"Human meat." Another beat, and Maou reiterated with a point, "Meat eaten by humans locally."
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Date: 2015-10-21 12:20 am (UTC)There were several ways to eat another man's meat in this world, but either way, it was hardly appropriate table talk.
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Date: 2015-10-21 01:20 am (UTC)However long forever was to the Demon King Shift Manager at MgRonald's was a mystery. Truly, he'd be excited about yakiniku anyway, but he was thrilled he could introduce Urushihara to something so new and awesome.
"So! Two orders o' cow entrails." Maou grinned devilishly, then called over a waiter and placed their orders. Surprise dinner out, and he was paying--if Maou were the sort to think of these things, he'd realize this was practically a date.
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Date: 2015-10-21 01:30 am (UTC)Translated, it meant "I never say this and I'm not gonna say it again." But it was genuine, and he folded his arms on the table, not exactly the picture of good table etiquette. He looked around, his sharp eyes taking in the restaurant and all of its patrons.
"Man. What a place. It's like... Not expensive, but not exactly Yoshinoya, either."
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Date: 2015-10-21 02:01 am (UTC)As far as the restaurant went, Maou agreed. "It's a good balance, right? Though . . ." He leaned an elbow on the table himself, bent over the wood. "If you keep starin' at everyone, they're gonna give ya weird looks that'd rival the ones they gave my inspired speech about eatin' innards."
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Date: 2015-10-21 02:12 am (UTC)Despite his words, he obeyed Maou's suggestion and looked across the table at him, instead. He shifted, then sat on his hands, clearly ill at ease.
"Ashiya would kill us, you know."
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Date: 2015-10-21 02:22 am (UTC)"Ashiya will never know. We got you MgRonald's on the way home. There's enough red-'n-yellow bags in the trash he won't even question it."
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Date: 2015-10-21 02:28 am (UTC)He said with a pouty voice as he messed with the wash packet on his side of the table, opening it and washing his hands lazily with the damp, scented cloth.
Perhaps he was only teasing, picking on Ashiya. Or, on a deeper level, he wanted Ashiya to feel what he felt for once. Left out and fed table scraps.
But of course, that implied Urushihara was deep. Which he wasn't.
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Date: 2015-10-21 03:10 am (UTC)Of course it was for a reason like that. Though if they weren't keeping this outing a secret, Maou would have suggested getting Ashiya a bento, same as he did Urushihara. He didn't always play favorites.
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Date: 2015-10-21 03:28 am (UTC)He was silent, save for a sharp, quick intake of breath that left him unbidden as he shifted in his seat.
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