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Hails: Short AF ficlet. Forgive me, I did the thing on Tumblr and it was cute so I decided to post it here.
Arthur Auguste Angel did not want to admit that the antichrist was anything more than, well, the antichrist. It did not matter how pleading he could make his kicked puppy eyes go, Rin Okumura was the Son of Satan. This mindset would be ingrained in him until the day he died… or so he thought.
Again, Angel didn't want to admit that Rin had grown on him but when the small, seemingly innocently teenager was curled up next to him, head in his lap, all of his resolve finally cracked and let himself run his fingers through Rin's ridiculously soft, jet black hair as he purred, tail swishing back and forth lazily until Angel presumed Rin had fallen asleep. Of course, Angel didn't exactly have the patience to entertain Rin all day, he had his own needs to take care of. Yet when he stood up, removing Rin's head from his lap-
"Arthur Auguste Angel, if you move from that seat I will you kill you," Shura barked, not missing a beat as she fingered through the pages of a Japanese fashion magazine.
"Why?" Angel burst out suddenly.
"Because he has chosen you."
"What?"
"He—Rin—has chosen you. You aren't allowed to move from that spot until he either wakes up or moves on his own accord. It is your obligation."
"Stop being foolish, Shura," Angel snapped. "He's a boy, not a cat."
"He might as a well be a cat. And I'm telling you right now. Do. Not. Move."
"Whatever." Angel ignored his subordinate, even when she shot up him a malicious glare that could rival Beelzebub's, and moved Rin from his lap. He was ten steps forward before he heard a heartbroken whine resonate from the area he was not three seconds ago.
"Whaaaaat?" Rin moaned. "Why would you leeeeeave? Now all the warmth is gone."
"Aw, you poor baby," Shura cooed, puckering her lips. She stood, quietly moving to the couch like a silent stream and plopped down onto the very edge cushion. Rin hurriedly shimmied to the woman's lap, curling up and chasing the lost warmth of his nap. Angel made an incredulous face and threw his hands skyward exasperatedly.
Never mind, Rin Okumura was nothing more than the antichrist.