-Brought over from AO3-
Longer Summary:
Ichimatsu had only wanted to watch a human. He didn't expect any more, any less. Choromatsu had only wanted to execute his tasks dutifully. He didn't expect to be ensnared within a web of lies and deceit, conflicted with morality.
Fate however, had different plans in store for them.
In which a demon discovers what it means to feel, an archangel/god learns the true definition of virtue and probably- they all weren't as different as they once thought they were.
Hello! I have attempted to write an AU of Heaven/Hell Dynamics, for I've craved to write one for far too long. This is my input into the Osomatsu fandom, and I hope it can elicit some form of enjoyment/satisfaction from you readers. I plan to have the story progress slowly, but not too slow 눈_눈
This story is KaraIchi/IchiKara and OsoChoro centered, and involves slow-build of their relationships. Please stay with me till the end! It'll be worth it, I promise.
This is going to be a long ride-I tend to do a decent amount of worldbuilding and interactions before the good stuff happens. Which will happen, eventually.
He was a priest. He spied on him frequently, attributing his actions to boredom. He ignored the taunts from his comrades, jeering and spiteful. Why should he be affected? He was simply observing, and nothing else.
He watched him go about his everyday activities, speaking with churchgoers alike. Curiously enough, he found himself utterly fixated on him; from the characteristic smile on his face, charming and assured as he spoke, to the elegant way he folded his hands beneath his sleeves as he listened. Everything he did seemed to intrigue him to no end, and he could not even begin to fathom why.
When night fell, the priest settled into the church, locking the doors for the night and lighting the abode. Illuminated with a warm glow, the building exuded warmth, a juxtaposition to the chilly night.
He would sigh, dust himself off and stand, ready to head back home. Despite that, he would hesitate, backpedal, and cast a sidelong glance at the priest. Unable to help himself, he'd unfurl his wings and fly to another roof to continue watching his shadow. The shadow flickered in the candlelight, unsteady flint dimming gradually.
Now closer to the church, he could see what the priest was engaged in- he was currently scribbling away at scriptures, flamboyant cursives lining the parchment in neat rows. He'd find himself marveling at his writing, a stark contrast to his own chicken scratch, and watches in amazement as he signs off with a flourish.
He would lie on the tiles of the roof, arms propping his head up from behind as he watches the priest stand and stretch, yawning visibly. He would then put his papers away neatly and tread out of the study, heading to his room for the night. His normal routine.
He's seen it too many times before. Why? Simply because he had nothing else better to do, of course.
"..."
He sighed, annoyance marring his features. "...yes, Osomatsu?"
The red demon made himself known, and he scowled down at the other lounging lazily at his feet with contempt.
"...Ichimatsu." He greeted, the sides of his eyes crinkling. "Here again?"
The other demon snorted, reclining on his back just a tad further. "What's it to you, brother?"
The red demon sighed, folding his arms across his chest, "you should visit Hell sometime. You know, your home."
Ichimatsu shrugged, waving a hand dismissively. "I see you guys every Monday anyway."
"Ichimatsu."
The tone was firm and unwavering, and the purple demon found his gaze diverted towards the older immediately. He is frowning, arms folded across his chest. "Your attitude is worrying."
Ichimatsu lowered his eyes away from his brother, turning back to the church almost mechanically. He is silent, and the red demon exhaled breathily, knowing the discourse was over. He followed his brother's gaze to the quaint abode, and shook his head in silent disapproval.
"You know," he tutted, mouth twitching into a cheeky smirk, "I've seen many like you."
Osomatsu made to walk over to his other side when he received no reply, bringing a finger up to his chin in contemplative thought. "Falling in love-"
"I am not in love." Ichimatsu deadpanned, looking up to meet his gaze evenly. "Merely suggesting that divulges the extent of your stupidity."
The other demon raised an eyebrow, and hummed in response. "I may be dense, but I am not blind."
He smirked, watching as a vein twitched in Ichimatsu's forehead. He leaned down to his shoulder, and the other's lips curled in mild distaste at the proximity.
"And you, are blinded by something even more toxic than stupidity." Osomatsu's husky tone sent chills crawling down his back, and he shifted away, directing a leveled glare at him.
"Then pray tell." He snapped when he has found his tongue. "Your moronic sense of literacy repulses me so."
The red demon chuckled and turned away, extending his wings in a lazy stretch. They flapped experimentally, then a hard smack- and he is airborne. He crossed his legs as he reclined backwards, adopting a languid pose.
He snapped his fingers, pointing at him.
"Loneliness." He laughed scathingly, fangs glinting in the luminescence of the moon.
"What?" Ichimatsu echoed, impassive as ever. "That is the grand revelation?"
Osomatsu simply laughed, his sonorous chortles bouncing into the dead of night. "The eye refuses to see what the mind is not ready to accept. That's the saying, right?" He gives his characteristic, broad impish smirk.
Ichimatsu clenched his fists, and has never felt such an intense urge to square him in the jaw before. "Get the fuck off my territory, Osomatsu." The older demon simply smirked. "Oh, so this is your turf now, eh?"
"It is and has been for years." He stated curtly, rising to his feet. "Now stop harassing me or Choro will have to hear about your little escapades."
"Blackmail? Oh my, how low. You're becoming more like me by the second," He sighed in woeful pretence.
"I'm nothing like you." The purple demon gritted out, eyes flashing dangerously.
"Alright, alright. I'll take my leave." He backed away slowly, hands up in a placating gesture. "Goodbye." Ichimatsu narrowed his eyes, and turned back to resume watching the priest.
A moment of silence stretched between them. By the time he had caught the low murmur and swiveled around in smoldering rage, the red demon was already gone.
He bit his lower lip, and the suffocating silence returned once more.
"Give me a call when you've dragged him down to hell, won't you?"
"...you should've seen his face!"
Todomatsu rolled his eyes involuntarily, taking a sip of his tea. He turned to the cafe window, surveying the pedestrians crossing the road. The two demons were currently seated in the cafe the younger worked in, exchanging conversation. They had chanced upon each other an hour ago, when Todomatsu had spotted the older demon wandering the streets in a drunken stupor.
The afore mentioned red demon seated opposite him was guffawing, holding his sides as they began to hurt. He had been recounting his encounter with a certain green archangel.
"Oh! Stitches…" Osomatsu paused momentarily and grimaced, sparing a glance at his youngest brother. He huffed, face flushed. "You don't find it funny."
Todomatsu shook his head passively. Osomatsu sighed. He rocked himself back upright, reaching for his drink.
"I've heard that story one too many times," The youngest demon muttered. "You need to stop your obsession with that archangel."
"Eh? But he's so amusing." The older demon stated, swiping a thumb under his nose. "Besides, it's not like I have anything else better to do than harrass him."
"True," Todomatsu conceded, lips twitching into a grim frown. "Play with fire all you want, but don't get burnt." He added. "You shouldn't mess with heaven so much."
Osomatsu took a swig from his cup, slamming it down onto the table with unnecessary force. He shrugged carelessly.
"Why do you care? You insist on staying on the surface all the time anyway." Osomatsu groaned.
Todomatsu jutted out his bottom lip petulantly. "I prefer to stay here because I have plenty of entertainment here for myself."
"Whatever."
The younger of the two frowned, and directed his gaze back to his tea. "So how's Ichi?"
The older demon waved his hand in the air, as if he was smacking some invisible fly. "Same old, same old." He stated distantly. "All over the human, as usual."
"He likes him that much?" The younger demon's eyes go wide.
"He is certainly taken by him." Osomatsu grinned. "I bet twenty bucks that he'd succumb to his own temptations before winter."
"I'd tell you not to stick your nose into his business, but I think that intervention might be necessary this time." Todomatsu said pensively. "Besides, I know you can't resist butting into others' relationships."
"You'd never know when he'd cross the line." Osomatsu snorted. "It's entertaining to poke fun at him anyway."
He leaned against the palm of his hand, head tilted sideways in thought. "Maybe one day I'll pay the human a visit." The older demon winked.
Todomatsu rolled his eyes. "Just don't go spilling blood and inciting gratuitous violence near this place. I very much enjoy my current job."
"You don't even need this job anyway." Osomatsu waved his hand flippantly. "Hell will provide for you just fine. I don't know why you're here."
"I don't know why you're here."
"You know you love me, brother." The red demon smirked snarkily.
"Just leave."