Let Your Conscience Be Your Guide
'What a pleasant surprise, Tsuzuki-san,' said Muraki, perching himself comfortably on the boy's shoulder.
Tsuzuki looked at him distastefully. He wondered if it was purely coincidence that the both of them should hit the nadir of their careers as field agents for their respective sides (and both Up There and Down Below did agree that playing shoulder sprites to some angsty teen was beyond demeaning) at the very same time- he doubted it.
'What are you doing here?' Tsuzuki hissed.
Muraki grinned, devilishly (as per his nature), 'I've been forced to take on a new job by my superiors, of course. It simply happens that you'll be the angel I'm working against.'
Tsuzuki twitched- the last thing he needed was to spend his tenure as the boy's conscience with the demon who had stalked him since only God-knew-when.
'Da- Blesse-oh, crap,' he muttered.
'Oh, come now, Tsuzuki-san,' Muraki smirked, 'I don't think my company is all that terrible, is it?'
'Yes- it is,' Tsuzuki replied, 'I'd rather spend the rest of eternity playing the harp and singing hymns than I would with you.'
'It pains me to hear that, Tsuzuki-san,' Muraki said, pretending to take offense.
'You deserve it, demon,' Tsuzuki riposted.
'Tsk, tsk, Tsuzuki-san,' Muraki admonished, 'there's no reason to resort to name-calling here. Surely we can keep this conversation civil?'
'I'm just-'
But before Tsuzuki could retort, their charge interjected, 'Hey, aren't the two of you supposed to be trying to exert your influence on me, or something?'
A/N: This was originally written for the fuda100 livejournal community's challenge: Good and Evil. It ended up as a double drabble... and a half. (My attempts at whittling it down were unsuccessful.) And yes, it's AU, and crack-ish: Muraki and Tsuzuki as shoulder sprites! (laughs) And, well, I suppose everyone knows who's the 'angsty teen' they're in charge of, yes?