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]

"You can play your games from time t' time. Net shop. Do your computer thing," Maou said plainly, as if Ashiya didn't try to stop all of the above most of the time. His face scrunched up as he struggled to come up with more options.

"You could . . . blog?"

[disorder_heaven]

"Yeah, blog. "Demon General / Fallen Angel Mercenary for Hire. Will accept pizza, Jungle.co credit, and any Earth denomination." That'll go over well."

He snorted and flopped a piece of meat off the grill and directly into the saucer of liquid, where not enough remained for it to actually splash. Then he popped it into his mouth with his fingers.

[mickeyd_emon]

"Nah, I meant like . . . a web diary. Talk about your day an' feelings 'n junk." Maou spoke around a mouthful of rice as he continued, "Chi said it's all the rage with the kids these days. But hey, your idea's good too."

For getting a following of Dark'ness Dementias, anyway.

[disorder_heaven]

"I don't do anything most days. Wake up, find food, fuck around on the web, and go back to sleep. I'm not allowed to leave our one-room apartment. How much interesting shit do you think happens in one day?"

He scoffed, tapping a fingertip into a droplet of sauce on the table and sticking it into his mouth.

[mickeyd_emon]

"I dunno, Ashiya can make things pretty interesting." Maou stopped himself and grimaced. "Yeah no, point."

His chopsticks reached for the last strip of beef on his side of the grill, and Maou shrugged. "We could have more days like this, when we can afford it."

Well, maybe not exactly like this day.

[disorder_heaven]

"More trips out would be nice," Urushihara agreed, perhaps a little bitterly. "This whole "caged bird" bit isn't really working out for me. Someday you're gonna come home from work and I'm not gonna be there~"

The last few words were spoken in sing-song.

[mickeyd_emon]

Maou's head snapped up in surprise. After a moment of staring, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"You wouldn't."

[disorder_heaven]

"You'll never know, will you?"

[mickeyd_emon]

"I'd sure as Hell notice." Maou raised his meat to his mouth, slowly, without breaking eye contact, then chewed thoughtfully. There was no threat, but his thoughts were basically, Bitch u better not.

[disorder_heaven]

"I won't lie and say it's never been on my mind," Urushihara grumbled. "But it's not something I'd just do for not reason."

[mickeyd_emon]

"Good," Maou said with a nod. There was absolutely no way the king would ever do anything that would give Urushihara reason to run, so it wouldn't be a problem. Obviously. Clearly.

He looked up from what little was left of his rice. "I think we got more time here, but we should prob'ly get goin' soon. Don't want Ashiya t' worry."

[disorder_heaven]

"Do we have to go back?" The whine was punctuated by something else, a tinge of something real.

He was enjoying himself. Going back home meant many good things. No strangers. WiFi.

But it also meant Alciel.

[mickeyd_emon]

A contemplating grimace wryly drew Maou's brow together. He wanted to dismiss it the same as Urushihara's usual complaints, but he found he couldn't. Not outright.

"Eventually, yeah. But uh." He glanced away, the picture of unassuming innocence. "I dunno, are you still hungry?"

[disorder_heaven]

"No. For like, the first time in a long, long time."

Snacks don't really fill you up. You get a stomachache first.

[mickeyd_emon]

"I'm glad," Maou said cheerily, and he meant it. "We can just chill here an' talk for a bit, I guess. Ashiya's already gonna give me the third degree by the time we get back."

His smile waned to the slightest grimace at the thought.

[disorder_heaven]

"...Why? Doesn't he think we were out getting magic?"

Which...also wasn't a lie. Urushihara's injuries may not have been obvious, but it was clear he was in pain. Something had obviously happened.