AHAHahahaha a yaoi fic! Well, I dunno, it's probably gonna be really mild for a while. DX But I really think I can have fun writing this. Because TykiDevi is my favorite pairing. Ever. And it's practically impossible to find fics for them. All the Allen/Lavi/Kanda is crowding up the world of Fanfiction. XD Okay. I don't know what else to write up here. .. Just… please review! I love reviews and they make me motivated to write more. And also, I don't own Tyki. Or Devit. Or any of the Noahs. Damn…
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The rain fell hard and fast. It had started as nothing but tiny drops, each one slowly darkening his jacket. But in a matter of seconds, the sky had opened up. He extended his arms, palms up, and threw back his head, blinking up into the downpour. He could feel some of his black makeup getting into his eyes, but he didn't wipe it away. The rain could do that for him. He closed his eyes and smiled. A real smile. Not a smirk-smile. He couldn't recall the last time he'd smiled for real.
"What the hell are you doing? Even Noahs can get sick, you know. And Road may be willing to nurse you back to health, but you can count me out of that."
Devit's grin vanished. He opened his runny, golden eyes and looked around. Tyki was standing a few feet behind him. He was also completely dry. He must've decided he didn't want to touch these raindrops. Devit shrugged and turned around so that he and Tyki were facing each other. Tyki chuckled in the back of his throat. "You look terrible. That's what you get for wearing mascara."
Devit leered at him and tilted his head back and to one side in a way that he believed said: 'Fuck you! I could crush you with my little fingernail!' But this look obviously didn't effect Tyki. He just kept smoking his cigarette. He would never admit it, but Devit was a bit impressed that Tyki could smoke in rain.
"Why don't you just go back inside, Tyki, eh?" Devit pulled out his gun for good measure, even though both he and Tyki knew that the pistol was useless without Jasdero by his side. Where was that guy anyway? Still, the way the gold metal glinted in the dull light, the way the water drops rolled off the barrel…. It was all very intimidating, thought Devit.
Tyki put up his hands. "No need to get all angry."
Devit expected the man to turn around and go back through the front door of the Noah mansion. But, much to his surprise, Tyki wandered over and sat on the edge of a nearby stone wall. He raised his hand to his mouth and took a long drag from his half-spent cigarette.
Devit watched the smoke twist and curl above Tyki's head. The smoke was short-lived; the rain quickly pounded it into oblivion. "What are you doing out here, anyway?" he asked, scowling a little.
Now it was Tyki's turn to shrug. "You looked like you could use some company, you inconsiderate brat."
"I always have company. I have Jasdero. Unlike you. You just have butterflies."
Tyki ignored the jab. "I don't see Jasdero here now."
"He's sleeping." Devit said this automatically, without thinking. Yet the bond between himself and his brother told him that his guess was correct.
Tyki closed his eyes and took one last drag from his cigarette before throwing it to the ground. Unprotected by Tyki's power, the cigarette was immediately attacked by the rain. The water washed away the ash and left only a bit of soggy paper.
Tyki sighed heavily and stood up. "Well, if you insist on continuing your mission to die from pneumonia, at least give me your jacket." He held out his hand.
Devit recoiled, clutching the hem of his coat. "Why the fuck do you want-"
"Just give me the damn jacket. Despite it's rather disgusting appearance, it was expensive. If you ruin it…" Tyki trailed off and gestured forcefully with his hand. "Give it."
Devit suspected that it was Tyki's second life as a hobo that made him so thrifty. "Fine." He peeled off the coat and slapped the sodden mass of fabric and fur into Tyki's outstretched hand. His fingers brushed Tyki's palm. It was rough, covered in calluses and dry skin. Devit wondered why. What manual labor could Tyki possibly have to do? Oh, that's right, he was a hobo sometimes.
"Thanks," said Tyki, looking not at all thankful as he stared at the jacket. He started walking back into the house.
The rain kept coming down. Devit stared after him, frowning. His sleeveless white shirt clung to his skinny body. His arms kind of looked shiny, like his pistol, made slick by the rainwater. He blinked and suddenly scowled.
"HEY! DID YOU JUST CALL MY JACKET DISGUSTING?!"
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"Welcome back," Road half-smiled, half-glared over at the doorway when Devit came sloshing in. Devit stuck out his tongue in response. Road mimicked him and he flicked her off.
"Where's Jasdero? Still sleeping?"
"How should I know? I've been down here, working hard. Slaving awaaay…" Road flopped backward into the couch and pulled a pillow over her face, just to show him how rough of a life she led.
"Sure, you have been," Devit said, his voice dripping in sarcasm. "Because school always has to do with making Allen Walker voodoo dolls?"
Road threw her pillow at him. He ducked and it hit a vase. The delicate glass object swayed for a split second. It teetered on one edge, then came down with a loud CRASH.
"Oh my! What was that?" The Earl's voice floated into the room. Road and Devit exchanged startled glances for a moment, then bolted. They both took off down one of the back hallways together. While they were running, Devit stuck out his foot. Road tripped and landed on the floor in a heap. Devit cackled loudly over her shrieks that proclaimed his future punishment and kept going until he was safely in his own room.
Locking the door behind him, he tried to catch his breath. Despite being so lanky, he knew he was in very poor shape. For a Noah, that is.
He and Jasdero often said that engaging in physical activity went against their personal beliefs. Jasdero usually added that wearing underwear fell into that category as well.
Devit felt a sharp poke near his right shoulder blade and turned around. There was Jasdero himself, standing right behind him. He had apparently decided the best way to get his brother's attention was to jab him in the back with an index finger. "There you are, Devi! Hii! Dero couldn't find you…" He cocked his head, and the glowing blue attachment he wore on his head band wobbled. "Why is Devi wet?"
"It was raining." Devit shrugged. Jasdero accepted this answer and grinned again. That was the nice thing about having someone like Jasdero around all the time, thought Devit. He never pried.
But something else seemed to be on the mind of the boy. Devit figured it out quickly. "Tyki's washing my jacket for me. That's why I'm not wearing it."
Jasdero's already wide eyes got even wider. His pierced mouth dropped a little. "W-Why?"
"He's just being a cheapskate bastard." Devit replied loftily. "He didn't want to have to buy me another if I ruined it in the rain. Not that he ever would, but still."
Jasdero was silent for a minute. "That was nice of Tyki… hii!"
Devit scowled. "He was just being a stuck up ass."
Jasdero reached up and squeezed a clump of Devit's hair. A small stream of water ran down his bandaged arms and he winced. "Devi is very wet."
"Yeah, I'm gonna go shower."
"Okay, Dero will come." It had become customary for the JasDevi twins to take turns waiting outside the bathroom while the other showered. The others suspected it made them feel safe, being close by. Devit grinned and the two walked side by side back down the hall to the bathroom.
Devit made sure to keep his eyes open for random floating pointy candles.
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Chapter 1 wooo! Please review, guys! 3
