Dlbn: Here I am with yet another project ^^

Nbld: This is going to be a short one (a two or three shot, maximum) so it won't interfere with other projects (both in this category and others)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Loveless or any character contained within. It all belongs to Yun Kouga. I also do NOT own the song "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless, which inspired this fic. That song belongs to them, obviously. I make NO money off of writing in this category or referencing their song.

000

If you really thought about it, it wasn't much a shock that we, of all people, would end up living in a world of ash and brimstone. They called Seimei a devil. A demon, a hell spawn. If only they knew the truth. That he would one day be just that; a demon in human flesh, roaming through the pits of hell and looking for a way to escape. And of course, my luck being what it is, I'm the unfortunate little bastard that gets stuck with the psychotic bigger bastard for the rest of eternity. Didn't I suffer enough when I was alive? Why do I have to suffer in the afterlife as well? My master commands, demands, and receives obedience from myself and even some fear from the lower ranks.

It's so dreadfully boring here. Everyone is already toiling their after death lives away and suffering in hell, so it's not like I could mess with anyone to make myself feel better. It was bad enough I had been roped into being Seimei's semi-unwilling bedmate at nights when his desire to get back to Ritsuka grew too strong and he didn't want to be alone. Normally he'd use the bond, still strong as hell, to call me into his room, but on occasion, he'd come to mine. Regardless of whose chambers we slept in, it always ended the same; claws marking up flesh, teeth chomping into skin, marks being made, skin being torn. It always ended the same way.

I suppose the abilities down here in hell make up for it, in a way. After all, demonic appearances are fun to control. Seimei and I can shift from demon to humanoid at will and, over time, we will earn the ability to go up to the surface world, as they call it down here in the lake of fire, and mess with the human world. Of course, for Seimei, that means simply terrorizing and eventually killing anyone that got too close to his Ritsuka for comfort. Even Agatsuma, who had been sent to Ritsuka by Seimei and had had his name rewritten by the elder brother to match the younger's, was too close for comfort. As much as I hate the blonde, I do have to admit that I feel sorry for him on that front. He knows nothing more then orders and doing what his master commands. It's not entirely his fault that he's completely in love with Ritsuka; a remnant of the order from Seimei to find, protect, serve, and love the boy after his alleged death a few years prior. I honestly can't believe we survived as long as we did after his return from the 'dead'; seven years. Now twenty-eight years old, my only regret is that I didn't show my parents what I could do before I died. Make them wish they hadn't abandoned me. Having divorced when I was seventeen, they gave me the option of whom to live with; both seeming relieved and ecstatic when I choose neither and lived on my own in a two bedroom flat they purchased for me so as not to be completely cold hearted. If only they knew what I was. Then maybe they wouldn't have been so generous.

For all intents and purposes, I suppose I should inform you that Seimei is twenty-seven, his brother is twenty-two (barely of age), and Agatsuma is thirty. It seems ridiculous for Seimei and I to continue counting our ages, since we are both frozen forever at the ripe old age of twenty three. I wonder if little Loveless is disturbed by the fact that his boyfriend and pathetic, yet ever-faithful lapdog of a Fighter is in his thirties while Ritsuka himself is just barely able to drink with him legally (I doubt Agatsuma has managed to go without getting the boy drunk and taking advantage of that before, but I'm not certain. There's a grey area…). I find it hard to believe how old I am sometimes. Seimei doesn't acknowledge stupid things like birthdays or age anymore, not that he ever really cared enough to when he was alive or anything, so my birthday has passed already without nary a blink from my Sacrifice. Just another day and night in hell where we toiled together during the day and comforted each other in the night. He looks adorable without ears, don't you know? Far be it for me to call someone like him 'adorable', but it fits. It's strange, though. Not seeing that tail flicker in irritation or ears flatten in anger. Now I actually have to pay attention to his facial expressions and words to figure out how he's feeling. It's irritating. Feelings and other people were never my strong suit, even concerning my soulmate.

Speaking of people from the world above, I wonder how Mimuro-sempai and that brat Fighter of his are doing. I never liked the girl, but per his request I tried to help train her while I was alive. Even after I told him we should no longer see one another and our lines of communication have long since fallen through, I still kept true to my word of training her and sent her letters, pretending to be a friend from school that moved away and wanted to keep in contact. From what I know, her parents never questioned it, or I would have had either police at my doorstep or correspondence from her parents telling me to leave their daughter alone and be a pervert somewhere else. They should both be grateful I decided to keep my promise and continue on training her, even with no benefit to myself. I'm half certain I was only able to get him to do stuff for me because I was doing him the favor of training a barely trainable brat. She was ten when they were first united, which makes her twenty. She can't even drink yet. Ha. Mimuro's twenty-eight now, too. Well, he's almost twenty-nine. His birthday is in a few days, if my mental calendar is synched up right with the world above. For all I know, a year here makes two or three years to them. Hopefully I earn my 'wings' so to speak to go up above. I already have wings. Tiny, black, bat-like things. Seimei has them too. Down here, we get them after a certain amount of time. About a year and a half. They get bigger over time, and most change from the bat things to black, fluffy, stereotypical angel rip-offs. Those are the higher ups, even higher up then Seimei and myself. Some of them even fear him, could you imagine? I guess he has quite a reputation. Then again, he's one of the few that doesn't cower in fear of them, so I suppose that disturbs and surprises them.

The powers of hell may be kind of cool, but one thing irritates the shit out of me. I can't use my word spell down here. I still have the ability to do so, yes, but Lucifer kind of looks down on that, you know?

"What the hell are you doing?" Seimei's hardened voice snaps at me from the entrance to my room in this castle we call home.

"Just venting some frustrations." I mutter, pen never leaving the paper as I sketched a crude image of Seimei being eaten by a demon of hell.

Seimei rolled his eyes. "Shouldn't you be working?"

"I finished already." I snorted, blowing raven black bangs out of my fave. "Get lost."

"Since when do you talk to me like that?"

"Since you started getting on my back about work just because I finish before you. For once the great Seimei has to get his hands dirty and do manual labor, and it just kills you, doesn't it? Not being able to force everyone else around you to do your bidding while you sit back, relax, and take all the credit?" I smirked, stilling my hand for a moment as I did so. "It makes me feel giddy, personally. Knowing that for once you're doing your own dirty work."

Seimei huffed. "Stop trying to get one over on me and agitate me. It won't work."

"And it's agitating you that I'm doing so, is it not? I think it's working just fine." I went back to scribbling at the demon's eyes, trying to get them to look more symmetrical and less lopsided.

"Whatever." He sat down in my armchair, knowing full well that I was right.

I smirked and continued drawing, letting out a soft 'aha' when I thought I'd gotten it right, but groaning when I noticed it was still wrong a little. "I'm no artist." He stated.

"Save the art and the feelings for Agatsuma, Akame."

"Ah, using last names again, are we? My word, it looks like I'm hitting a nerve." I turned to face him, chocolate eyes blazing.

His violet eyes seemed to light up like the fiery pits of hell.

"What are you up to?" I ask as my eyes narrow.

"Oh, I've just been doing some thinking."

"That's a dangerous thing, where you're concerned."

Seimei smirked. "At least you remember that much. It appears to me that you've been forgetting your place as of late."

"And where exactly is my place, Seimei? On my knees, kissing your feet? Or sucking your…"

Seimei glared, daring me to finish my sentence.

"What? I was going to say toes. You have a dirty mind, Seimei. Filthy, filthy mind."

"You and I both know that isn't what you were going to say, but whatever." Seimei muttered, putting his hand over his eyes and leaning his arm on the arm of the chair, sighing as he closed his eyes. "You give me a headache."

"Normally, when something gives you a headache, wouldn't one get away from what's giving said headache?"

"Are you telling me to leave?"

"Am I kicking you out of my room? Yes." I nodded. "Besides, you'll be back later tonight to satisfy yourself."

"Don't flatter yourself."

I got up and stalked over to him in long, fluid motions until I was at his side.

"I think we both know where these went." He grabbed his hair gently where his ears used to be.

I would have grabbed where his tail was, but I was sure he'd deck me for it.

"Shut up." He muttered. "You were a convenience…"

"Why? Because little old Seimei looks like a little old frightened child with his little ears and isn't intimidating to the big bad citizens of hell?" I chided.

"Stop it, Akame…"

"So he was so desperate to get respect and fear and adoration form them that he had to get rid of his ears, and the only thing around that would willingly fuck him is little old me and he won't resort to rape because it's disgusting yet fine to force me to do it to a fourteen year old?" I tugged at his hair a little to cause him discomfort, which seemed to work though he didn't cry out. "Come on, Seimei, just admit you like me. Even a little?"

"You're a slave, Akame. A sex toy. Nothing more."

"Sure thing, Beloved." I tapped him on the forehead with the back of my hand that held our shared name.

He gripped my wrist tightly and twisted it until he heard it begin to pop. I squirmed and tried to pull free.

"Stop it, it hurts!" I complained.

"Don't ever call me that while we're here."

"I'm sorry!"

He held on a little longer to let me know that he had defeated me and was in charge, before letting go. I cradled my injured wrist in my uninjured hand.

"Damn it, Seimei, I'm fucking right handed!" I complained.

"I don't see how that's my problem." He stood, wiping his hands together as if touching me still disgusted him, even though we'd laid together plenty of times before and he hadn't minded my touch.

"You're just mad because you don't have Ritsuka here with you."

"I wouldn't wish this on him…" He glared at me over his shoulder. "And you know it."

"Yes, but if he was here, you could make sweet, sweet love to him all night long instead of having to resorting to having to lie with me. Isn't that right?"

He glared. "Shut up, Akame. Now."

"You really are one fucked up individual. Having the hots for your baby brother? Sick on all kinds of levels, Seimei. As if the age difference wasn't alarming, there's the DNA involvement."

He was on me faster then a shark on a school of tuna. I quickly found myself pinned to the hot, cement wall behind me. Seimei pinned me to the wall, fisting the collar of my shirt in his hand as he hoisted me up slightly.

"H-Hey n-now…" I told him. "No need to get violent here!"

I gripped the wrist of the hand holding my collar in my hand and used the other to cover my head and protect me from any punishing blows my Sacrifice might decide to deliver upon me.

"You need to learn to watch your filthy mouth. Especially when it concerns my Ritsuka. That woman gave birth to him for. Me. Isn't it right that I should want to possess him in every way possible? To make him mine and make sure he knows it?"

"Y-Yes…but taking your own brother's ears…?"

His eyes narrowed and he smirked, showing off pearly white teeth. "Who says I was planning on that? I only want to make it so no one else can take them. That doesn't mean I will take them myself…"

"I'm pretty sure Agatsuma already has…I mean, we've been gone for a while…" I chuckled nervously.

He snarled at the idea. "He better not have laid a single finger on my Ritsuka like that…"

I shrugged. "Hey, for all I know, he refuses to because he doesn't want to be like Sensei Hentai."

Seimei chuckled. "I suppose so. He always made it a point to not want to be like him or have anything to do with him." Seimei's grip relaxed slightly, before gripping tight again. "But nonetheless, my point stands. Don't talk about him like that. Or at all. Understand me, Akame?" He spat my name the way hell's creatures spat the names of archangels.

I nodded as well as I could. "It's crystal clear, Seimei."

He let go of me and I slumped to the floor, rubbing at my neck. "Why do you always have to injure me, hm?" I asked. "I'm still having a hard time walking from two days ago…"

The last time we'd shared a bed.

He shrugged at me. "I'm a violent bastard. You know this."

"As am I." I stated. "But you never walk away sore."

"You know better then to hurt me."

"And you don't know better then to hurt me?"

"I have the right to."

I scoffed. "Bastard."

"And don't you forget it." He plopped down in the chair again.

I got to my feet and brushed off my pants. "You came in here for a reason, Seimei. What is it?"

"Come, sit." He patted the arm of the chair.

I glared at him before doing as told, putting my feet up on the seat beside his lap as he shifted to give me room. "What?"

"I think we should discuss something."

"Such as?"

"My newest plan."

"Oh, come on! We've been here for three years, living peacefully according to the rules of hell, and now you want to start shit?!"

"Oh, Nisei." He gingerly ran his fingers through my hair, which had gotten longer in the time we'd been in hell.

Back home, when my hair got too long, I would pull it back. Mimuro preferred when I put it up into a bun of sorts, but here in hell, I didn't see a reason to keep up an appearance. If anything, it helped me hide behind it when Seimei was doing stuff I didn't want a part in but had to be there for anyway because…you know…Seimei…

"I'm serious! Can't we just go on with our afterlives here and deal with it? Why do you have to do things? Did someone piss you off?"

"You don't even know what I'm planning, and yet you make all these accusations." Seimei shook his head. "You should know better," he leaned closer, "then to judge your lover so harshly." He nipped at me and I pulled back.

"So now we're lovers? First you're only fucking me out of convenience, and now we're lovers. Fuck you, Seimei!"

"It has been two days, hasn't it?" Seimei smirked, pulling me closer by the collar. "How about we discuss my plan after a quick little fuck, hm?"

A shiver went down my spine and I didn't bother to try and fight it. I knew he liked when his words had such an effect on me.

"There's nothing quick about what you and I do in bed together, good sir." I informed him, tapping him lightly on the lips with one finger. "But I suppose all this crazy 'plan' talk can wait until after."

Seimei smirked. "Your room or mine?"

000

A few hours later, with a throbbing backside and blood and claw streaked back, I stretched and watched Seimei watch me do so.

"What?" I wondered. "Was that not enough for you? You want a round two or something?"

"No." Seimei denied. "We never go more then once."

"We did the first night."

"I hardly see how that was my problem."

"You're the one with all the pent up sexual frustration. At least when I had urges, I could flirt with Mimuro and get him to blush. What did you have? Old photo albums of your brother?"

"What did I tell you?" He glared, joking mood gone.

"Sorry, sorry. Just a little question. Don't be so testy, Master." I let it curl off my tongue. "Now, are you going to care to tell dear little Nisei what this big plan of yours is?"

"Of course." He leaned down to my ear, nibbling gently on the shell of it. His next whispered words stunned me to…well…it would have been death if I had still been alive. "I'm going to overthrow the King of Hell."

"What?" I pulled away, hissing slightly when his teeth grazed on my ear and drew some blood. "Are you kidding me?"

He gave me a look. "Do I look or sound like I am joking?"

"You…you can't be serious…" I ran my hand through my hair, not caring that the ends were matted in blood for a moment. "You want to…no…no way, Seimei!"

"Oh, come on, Nisei. He's been ruling since the dawn of creation, and you don't think it's time he backs off?"

"He's doing a damn fine job!" I protested. "Come on, Seimei. The only thing you'd do if you were in charge would be to let everyone and everything loose on Earth so you could use them to take it over, kill anyone that got in your way before or went near your brother, destroy Minami if he's even alive, and kill off Gomon and her Fighter so you can take over the world like you originally wanted to, but failed at. Am I in the ballpark!?"

He cocked an eyebrow. "Why are you getting so worked up? It's just an idea. It doesn't mean I'm going to do it."

"You sound pretty damn sure of yourself that it's what you want to do."

"That doesn't mean I will. I wanted to live with my brother and mother and protect him from her and take him away when he got old enough. But did I get to do that? No. I had to fake my death, leave him there to be beaten, and end up getting killed because not one, but both of my Fighters are incompetent fools who can't hold their own in battles!"

"Hey, you made me fight alone the first time we confronted Moonless. Agatsuma is a different story, because you helped him." I stated. "So who's really the pathetic one? Him or me?"

"Not the point of this discussion. The point is you both lost. And you lost again with me at your side when we got back from America." Seimei sighed. "Regardless, this is just a plan of mine. There are some uprisings in the area…"

"And you want to use your power and influence to absorb and merge them all together under your command."

"Hai."

I rolled my eyes. "My master and his ambitions."

Seimei kissed me gently on the tip of my nose before pulling away. "You smell like copper. Go clean yourself up."

"And whose fault is that, Master?" I chuckled, climbing out of bed. "I'll be in the shower." I left the room, not bothering to cover up, as I knew it would torture him. I poked my head back into the room. "If you want to join me, that is."

I left the room again and only heard him mutter after me something about me being a sex-crazed fool, before he left the room and followed me down the hall.

Seimei wants to overthrow the King of Hell using rebels and then use the legions to go to Earth and terrorize it, kill all his enemies, and rule forever. I'm sure that heaven's creatures would really appreciate this. It sounded like he wants to bring about the Apocalypse.

I paused in the hall and watched Seimei walk ahead of me, staring at the back of his head rather then at his now jeans-clad ass. (Why the hell would he even half dress before cleaning up? Half of the mess on me came from his body.) There is no way that cretin could be serious. What was he, the Anti-Christ? Maybe our true name should have been '666'. I would have to check for that tattooed on him somewhere one of these days when I had him at my mercy…oh, who am I kidding? Look at me. If anyone thought I could top, they were insane.

Seimei went into the bathroom then poked his head out when he realized I wasn't there too.

"Are you going to stand there like a statue with everything hanging out for anyone going by to see? Or are you going to get in here and help me clean up this mess you made?"

"On the contrary," I said, snapping out of my thoughts, "the mess you are referring to came out of your body."

"And whose fault is that? Surely not mine."

"You can't control yourself." I stated, sashaying a little for effect as I got closer to him. "So that's your problem."

He looked over me with hungry eyes that could have stripped me had I not been nude already. Little wings fluttered gently on his back, but stopped quickly. My own little wings felt like dancing, but I didn't permit it. Unlike with our neko features we had as children, and Seimei had up until three years prior, the wings could be controlled. From what I gathered, so could tails and horns, but neither of us possessed of those. Mostly the creatures of hell that were born from here had them. I wasn't about to show the bastard any emotion beyond what he already knew I could feel.

"I'd be able to control myself if not for…that…" He cleared his throat.

"Aw, does Seimei find me appealing, then?" I smirked, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing flush against him. "I'm honored." I nipped at his neck with the little pointed teeth that I had awoken with in hell. He had them as well, but tended to keep them hidden unless he really wanted to intimidate someone. Me? I just thought it was cool.

"Shut up…" Seimei pulled me closer, crashing our mouths together before he let go of me. "Come now."

"I would but…"

He glared. "Just get in the god damn shower so we can clean up and I can fuck your brains out again while you rethink joining me in my plan. Hm?"

I blinked. "Alright then." I pushed past him and pulled him into the bathroom, slamming the door behind us with my foot.

Why in the hell was I even interested in doing shit like this with him? There was a time where he fascinated me to the point where my devotion to him stemmed out of a slight crush, I admit. But to be willing to get in the shower and have sex with him again just because he asked to and made it clear that I'm just a sex toy to him and that the sex means nothing?

God damn it, the crazy must be contagious. Even when I'm dead, I can't escape his psychosis.