So I just saw the last episode of the anime. And I kinda want to cry myself to sleep... But then I decided against it and finished writing this chapter. I hope it makes some sense. And it has so many OC. I'm very sorry. (Not)
To the Anon: Those two are simply amazing. And when they are together, they are epic. That's it. Sekhmet and Serket are awesome because they made that club. As is Eir because she actually refused Hakutaku's courting. I know that I wouldn't have...
And now, onto the story!
The soft breathing was the only sound in the bedroom.
Silently laying in his bed, the man was sleeping soundlessly and his normally scrunched or deadpan face was relaxed. His eyebrows weren't furrowed and his eyes were closed. He was the perfect painting of calm and his midnight hair as well as his frontal horn didn't deter that statement. In fact, they strengthened it.
His lips were slightly parted and the demon shifted under the crispy white sheets, curling in his sleep while he sighed softly.
The observer merely blinked. Its sensible nose could precisely pinpoint the sleeper's smell. It was definitely male, with a bit of a fizzy thing. Without forgetting the soft and almost imperceptible smell of Chinese Lantern. The observer frowned and gritted his fangs. He couldn't forget that smell after all those times where the demon had ridiculed him. He growled discreetly and took a deep breath.
His whole body coiled in preparation for the attack and, just as he was about to kill the damn annoyance, the sleeper talked.
"Don't even try it."
The other froze and gulped silently. Had he been noticed? Since when? He shifted his weight on his other foot and glanced another time to the sleeper. The dark haired man had turned in his sleep and was now facing him. His lips were closed as were his eyes.
He sighed heavily and decided that the other was still sleeping. He nodded for himself and flexed his fingers. His hair was already raising on his back and he tried to reign on his hateful feelings. Knowing the other, he probably could sense it even in his deep sleep. Once again, he shifted his weight on his other feet and froze when the wooden floor creaked loudly.
The sleeper groaned softly and moved slightly in his bed.
"Last chance," he grumbled as he stretched his limbs under his light comforter.
The other laughed feebly and scratched his neck. He had almost believed the sleeper awake, yet it seemed that the latter was just sleep talking. He shook his head, now wasn't the moment to turn his tail. He had to avenge himself! His fingers flexed once again and he palmed his pocket. The syringe was still there.
His lips stretched in a full bloom slasher smile and his eyes closed while he pictured how the other would suffer from his ire.
And then, just as he had finally jumped into action, the sleeper talked for the last time.
"Too late now..."
The sleeper's leg sprang from the bed and suddenly whipped the other man's legs, making the latter stumble and fall on the bed. Where the sleeper wasn't there anymore by the way.
"Eh?" The attacker blinked and glanced at the ceiling, noticing that there were some spider threads hanging there, just before he saw that the other was glaring at him.
"I did tell you," the demon whispered as he cracked his knuckles. "That it was your last chance..."
The other man gulped loudly and fell his blood freeze when he met those silver eyes darkened by kill intent.
"Now, Hakubuta-san," the demon said casually as if he was talking about the weather. "How should I punish you?"
Hakutaku screamed.
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Hippocrates scratched his neck and tried to ignore those piercing eyes that were almost glaring holes in his neck. He gulped discreetly and tried to seek comfort in his sole ally, Asclepius. The god was currently whistling innocently, his badge of the brand new club pinned on his toga, and his green eyes were twinkling in mischievousness. That man was indeed Apollo's son, he had the same liking to dramatics than his father.
The father of medicine sighed heavily and with his head hung low, he finally knocked lightly at the door. An heavy noise followed that simple knock and they heard a muffled groan.
The two goddess behind him exploded in excited whispers and Hippocrates clearly saw Asclepius smirking.
"You evil, evil god," the Greek muttered.
Asclepius merely smirked even more and his whistling stopped just then the bedroom door opened. It revealed a poker faced demon. The latter was already wearing his habitual black kimono and his hair was properly brushed back in place. However, his cheeks were a little reddened and everyone else in the corridor thought the same about the cause of that said flush.
"Is there any problem?" He asked politely.
His blush was slowly receding and his breath was even. One of the girls pouted when she noticed it. That demon's poker face was way too good. It made things trickier.
"Well," Hippocrates cleaned his throat nervously and opted for a casual shrug. "Michael's breakfast will soon begin and he was pretty adamant in seeing you there..."
"I see," the dark haired man nodded slowly and opened the door wide while he went back in his room. He had an almost imperceptible stagger in his steps and that caught everyone's eyes. They weren't physicians for nothing after all.
Sekhmet perked her head from behind Asclepius and smirked like a cat when she noticed that the other Asian, Hakutaku, was sprawled in the floor with a bruised face.
"What happened?" Asclepius asked as he promptly entered the bedroom and went to Hakutaku's side.
The celestial beast didn't answer. His eyes were swirling and he had a small nosebleed with a busted lip on par. All in all, it seemed like he had went against a Titan and had gotten his ass beaten to the dust.
"Some idiot thought that it would be funny to wake me with a prank," Hōzuki casually answered. "His plan backfired though."
Hakutaku winced and suddenly sprang from his spot on the floor to point an angry finger at the demon.
"That's your fault, Ghibli freak!" He spat with scorn. "You were the one who threw me out!"
Sekhmet widened her eyes in surprise and searched for her friend's. When their eyes met, the two goddess squealed discreetly and Sekhmet almost danced in happiness.
"They actually are having a lover spat just in front of us! Eir is going to be soooo jealous!" She whispered to her friend.
Serket nodded silently and noted in her head that she would have to make a report for everyone in the fanclub.
"Really?" Hōzuki raised a perplexed brow and folded his arms. "That doesn't seem to coincide with my memories, Hakutak- excuse me, Hakubuta-san. You said that you found a partner for the night and I deducted that you wouldn't come back. I don't see why this has aggravated you so much... Unless you wanted to hug me once again?"
Hakutaku shuddered in disgust and rubbed violently his arms.
"Gods, no!" He exclaimed as his face turned white. "That simple thought makes me sick!"
"Even if I hate to agree with you on something," the demon retorted evenly. "I must say that I think the same about that..."
"Good!" Hakutaku screeched as he jumped towards the bathroom.
Everyone in the bedroom noticed that his clothes were actually ripped and that his back was covered in bruises.
"Ooh," Sekhmet and Serket cooed discreetly.
Hippocrates facepalmed and ignored Asclepius' snickers.
Hōzuki frowned and he pursed his lips in an annoyed scowl. His hands tightened into fists and a growl came from his throat.
"Hakubuta-san," he said with his smooth baritone. "Don't be rude with our guests and get out of the bathroom! We're expected at Michael-san's breakfast."
"Don't wanna-mon~" the celestial beast's reply came muffled through the closed door and everyone in the bedroom glanced at the demon.
The latter had his head down and they couldn't see clearly his face. However, they could feel clearly the dark aura that was seeping from his still body.
"Hakutaku-san..." Hōzuki growled ominously.
"I can't hear you-mon~"
Something snapped loudly and Hippocrates flinched as he noticed that the bed next to the demon had now a hole (the size of the man's fist) right in its middle. Hōzuki took a deep breath and furrowed his brows.
"Ladies, gentlemen," he suddenly announced as he clasped his hands and looked at the Occidentals. "I'm sorry to ask you this but could you leave this room? I need to correct a cow..."
"Of course," Sekhmet chuckled happily and pushed softly her best friend towards the door. "We don't want to intrude after all! Please, take your time, we'll tell Michael that you're on your way~"
Hōzuki nodded curtly and waited until the men followed the goddesses before he closed abruptly the door and glared at the bathroom door. Someone was going to die today...
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The Archangel Michael was a famous angel. He had been the one to defeat a dragon and was part of the still famous boysband trio of Archangels. He and Gabriel still liked to meet to talk about their old days.
But for now, Michael liked to lay low and to just organise breakfast parties. Those were the best in his opinion. Not like those buffet lunches that Gabriel favoured so much. That blonde idiot was too disillusioned to realise the true beauty of a good breakfast.
Michael cocked his head when he saw the group that he had sent before to fetch the two Asians that still hadn't tasted his delicacies and he frowned. He didn't see any Asian faces in the group.
"Did something happen?" He asked once he was next to the group.
Hippocrates had a faint blush on his wrinkled face and he made a small squeak while Asclepius shrugged. Meanwhile, Serket shook her head and Sekhmet had the gal to laugh mockingly at him.
"They were busy eating something else," she hummed and Hippocrates choked on his croissant.
Michael made a face. That croissant au chocolat had been pretty difficult to make and seeing the Greek stuff his face with it without even appreciating it was irking him. But then, he remembered what had said the Egyptian goddess and he frowned.
"Eating something else?" He repeated. "Is it Raphael? I thought I already told him that I would be the one to do the catering!"
The archangel's beautiful face contorted into a heinous scowl and the ambient around them a changed drastically. Hippocrates continued choking on his croissant and Asclepius sighed heavily before he used the Heimlich manoeuvre on the poor physician. The Greek coughed heavily and bits of croissant flew in the air before they fell with a disgusting splat on the archangel's face.
Suddenly, silence fell between the gods and powerful hosts and everyone's eyes conveyed to the Archangel.
Michael raised slowly a hand and wiped silently the bits of croissants that were splattered on his cheeks before he took a deep breath.
"So," he finally said with an icy voice. "What were they eating?"
Sekhmet chuckled and Serket took a step back instinctively. As the latter knew that the former was a war goddess, she knew that Sekhmet never refused a challenge and that annoying an Archangel was something that the lioness was ready to do at any moment.
"Each other, of course!" Sekhmet exclaimed happily.
"Holy Frigga!" An overexcited voice squealed in the dead silent room. "THEY ARE CANON!"
"Good morning to you too, Eir," Hippocrates muttered gloomily.
Asclepius snickered and patted the Greek's shoulder before he pushed him softly towards the exit. The poor old man wasn't ready to deal with fangirls. Well, nobody was.
The man adjusted his toga and snorted softly when he noticed two familiar faces that had just passed the doors of the breakfast party.
"There they are," he announced and his green eyes twinkled with mirth.
Hippocrates face palmed and muttered something under his breath about how he was too old to deal with those kind of things.
"Hippocrates-san, Asclepius-san," the now familiar baritone greeted them politely.
The father of medicine raised his head and widened his eyes in surprise when he noticed that the demon was now in front of him. The celestial beast was at mere inches from the horned man, his lips scrunched in an annoyed pout. Also, Hakutaku had a black eye and one of his cheeks was swelling.
"Hōzuki, Hakutaku," Asclepius greeted back as politely as the demon. "You both look pretty ragged. Did something happen?"
Hippocrates winced at the evident lack of decorum and gritted his teeth.
How had this stupid god survived all those eons when he couldn't even read the air?!
"Ah," Hōzuki muttered while he rubbed absentmindedly his cheek.
Hippocrates noticed that he had small scratches on his palms just before the demon pressed his hand against his cheek. As a seasoned physician, the Greek observed with a keen eye the dark haired men and pursed his lips.
"Yes," the demon finally answered. "Correcting that cow took more time than planned and we ended short on time so we went here without preparing ourselves correctly..."
"That's what you say," Hakutaku muttered gloomily under his breath. "You were the one enjoying it..."
Hippocrates winced and tried to ignore the two Egyptian goddesses' squeals of pure happiness.
"So you're Kishin and Hakutaku?" Michael butted in with a frown on his gracious features.
Hōzuki blinked and bowed his head curtly.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Hōzuki," he presented himself. "And that cow is Hakubuta-san."
"OI! Watch your words!" Hakutaku swatted the demon's head with his shoulder and let out a pained scream when the latter caught his hand and squashed it without mercy between his long fingers.
"And who do I have the honour to talk to?" Hōzuki added without missing a beat even if he was currently breaking every bones in Hakutaku's hand.
"Eh?" Michael blinked and winced when the celestial beast let out a wail when one of his fingers was brutally twisted. "I... I'm Michael. One of the Archangels."
"I see," the demon nodded and he clicked his tongue when Hakutaku kicked him in the shins. "You must be one of the higher beings in the occidental heaven..." He stopped to violently kick the Chinese in his guts and sighed softly as he heard the man cough in protest. "Like the cow now that I think of it."
Michael blinked again and coughed politely, trying to hide his nervousness. He noticed how the celestial beast's face was covered in injuries and gulped discreetly. Was Hakutaku going to be ok with that demon? As an archangel, Michael was automatically ported to help the poor Chinese and he really wanted to, really!
But Hōzuki's grey eyes were enough to freeze all of his good feelings. Michael really didn't want to become the Japanese's new torture pet. (He really didn't want to end like Lucifer. Poor guy seemed to be scared shitless of that very same demon...)
"So it seems," the archangel said weakly before he cleared nervously his throat. "Did you eat something yet?"
Hōzuki cocked his head, one of his feet stomping Hakutaku's face on the ground and there already were some cracks on the white flagstones. The celestial beast, for impossible that it could seem, was mumbling cusses towards the demon under his breath and didn't fight to free himself. He seemed to have accepted his fate.
"Ah," the demon breathed softly. His face was the perfect picture of a Japanese gentleman and he cupped pensively his chin. "It is true that we were called here for your special breakfast, Michael-san. We haven't ate yet."
A weak smile blossomed on the archangel's delicate features and he clasped his hands happily. Now they were talking!
He jumped to his feet and his wings fluttered happily in his back before he went with a skip in his steps to the buffet. Pursing his lips, Michael checked over the pastries and delicacies left before he made his choice and put it on a porcelain plate. As he was pondering over adding another choux à la crème or just take an éclair au chocolat, the archangel was surprised by a hand suddenly touching his shoulder. Glancing through his golden tresses, Michael wasn't that surprised to see that it had been Sekhmet who had touched his shoulder.
"So?" The Egyptian cooed happily. "Did you realise what they were eating before?"
Michael scrunched his nose and furrowed his brows.
"They didn't eat," he answered. "They told me."
Sekhmet sighed heavily and kneaded his forehead. She looked as if the archangel was an idiot and that she was tired of dealing with him.
"That's what they said!" She insisted and Serket (who had been all this time by her side) had to remind her in a hushed whisper that they didn't have to make a scene right there. "Rah! How can an angel be so thickheaded? Weren't you supposed to be Eros' cousin?"
"I must remind you that even if we do share some features, we aren't related," Michael huffed while he walked back to the place where the two Asians had stayed with Hippocrates and Asclepius.
"Yeah, yeah," Sekhmet shrugged and wiggled her eyebrows with a wide smile. "One of those days, you'll understand, my darling kitten~"
The archangel decided to just ignore whatever the Egyptian goddess would tell him during the week and joined the other men.
A purr came through Sekhmet's parted lips and Serket sighed loudly.
"Who is it this time?" She asked softly.
"That angel," the lioness goddess answered sweetly. "I swear, he's going to be a true devil in bed~"
Serket facepalmed.
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Leaning his cheek on his left hand, Hōzuki tried to blink away the sleepiness but that didn't end being effective and the demon yawned discreetly while the voice of today's morning lecturer continued droning about the experiments that he had to do to find about the cholera. The demon's eyelids seemed to weight more and more by each minute that passed and after a while, he didn't bother trying to hide his boredom.
Hōzuki stretched discreetly his legs and kicked inwardly the stool in front of him. The person sitting in front of him seemed to be startled and its head stopped bobbing to turn swiftly toward the demon.
"Ah," Hōzuki blinked when he realised who had been sitting in front of him and the other groaned while he passed a hand on his annoyed face.
"Why are you always following me!" Hakutaku hissed in an angry whisper.
"Maybe because the Occidentals use the first letter of our romaji name to give us seats?" Hōzuki deadpanned before he had to yawn another time.
The celestial beast narrowed his eyes and he pursed his lips.
"Don't care about that!" He retorted in a hushed whisper. "Just stop annoying me and let me sleep!"
"How rude of you," the demon sighed with a contemptuous sneer. "De Orta-san is talking about the first time the Occident used the Orient medicine and herbs. Isn't that your subject of conference too? You should listen attentively..."
Hakutaku rolled his eyes and turned fully his body, sitting while leaning his torso on the back of the chair.
"As if I need to," he scoffed softly. "That Portuguese just grasped some tricks of the first level in Chinese medicine and suddenly that makes him a specialist!"
"Hum," Hōzuki tilted his head and his eyes glinted briefly under the candelabra's soft light. "He was the first one to discover cholera in the human world."
"Yeah, right," the celestial beast snorted loudly and the person sitting next to him shuffled in annoyance for he couldn't hear De Orta's words. "You could have done way more if you had lived longer there..."
Hōzuki's eyes widened in surprise and Hakutaku choked on his spit before he swiftly went back to look in front of him. The demon tilted his head, his eyes looking intensively at the back of Hakutaku's head and the latter gulped nervously. He could clearly feel Hōzuki's piercing gaze trickling his hair.
The celestial beast could suddenly hear some clothes shuffling and he tensed when he felt a warm breath just next to his right ear.
"That was pretty unexpected of you, Hakutaku-san," he heard the demon whisper to his ear. "It even gave me shivers..."
If that was the case, the demon wasn't the only one. Hakutaku was already shivering and had goosebumps over all his body. He also the urge to just turn around and shove his...
"And I want to throw up my breakfast," Hōzuki added.
"You aren't the only one," Hakutaku retorted between his gritted teeth.
The demon tilted his head and blinked when he noticed that the celestial beast's face was actually really white.
"Are you really getting sick over a simple phrase?" He asked with wonder.
"Goddammit," the other cursed under his breath. "I shouldn't have followed Jesus' advice!"
Hōzuki blinked and his lips progressively stretched into a smirk.
"Eh," he huffed with mirth. "So you took advice from Jesus. What did he say? To play nice with others so they would be nice with you?"
Hakutaku froze in his seat and his face blanched even more.
"So I'm right," the demon stated. "Should you really use those kind of tricks? He did end crucified from the people with whom he played nice, you know..."
"Argh, just stop talking about that," Hakutaku groaned as he hid his face in his hands.
The demon merely huffed softly and went back to his seat while the Chinese furrowed his brows. He could still feel the Japanese's warm puffs of breath over his ear.
His cheeks reddened slightly and Hakutaku muffled an irritate scream in his hands.
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"I ship it," Eir whispered loudly.
The man sitting next to her shifted nervously and pinched his crooked nose. He cleared his nose and tried to keep listening to the lecturer's speech but the Nordic goddess let out another muffled squeal and the man flinched.
"Missus Eir," the man muttered softly and his black hair ruffled like feathers of an irritated bird would have. "Would you, please, stop squealing like a sacrificial swine?"
The blonde stopped in mid-squeal and she blinked. She finally seemed to realise that the man sitting next to her had talked and a small smile blossomed on her pink lips.
"Oh, it's right!" She nodded for herself and bowed promptly, a hand on her chest. "Sekhmet didn't introduce you yet to them. Isn't that right, Mr. Horus?"
Horus sighed heavily, he couldn't hear anymore the lecturer's droning voice and that aggravated him. He had promised Thoth that he would take notes of the lectures that the god of knowledge couldn't assist to. But that blonde Nordic was making it difficult to listen to De Orta's speech. The Egyptian god was slowly loosing his cool and his eyes had already darkened considerably.
"To whom does that woman need to introduce me?" He grumbled while his hair bristled from his concealed aggravation.
Eir eyed his ruffling hair and her pink lips stretched in a wide smile while she pointed (quite rudely noticed Horus with a scoff) towards two dark haired men that were sitting at the same row than them (more or less, there was one sitting just in front of the other. But they were talking in whispers and their faces were close to each other). Horus sighed heavily another time as he noticed that the two men were good-looking and he muttered an old curse for the lioness goddess. Sometimes, he really wondered how her husband had coped with all the lovers that Sekhmet had accumulated over the millenniums. (Well, Ptah was pretty overlooking over those kind of things. And he preferred gardening than looking over his spouse...)
"Don't tell me," he drawled with a bored sigh. "That woman found another boytoy..."
"Not at all," Eir corrected him graciously.
Her chubby cheeks were rosy and Horus raised a brow. Sekhmet wasn't interested in those foreigners? How rare.
"Then why would she want to introduce me to them?" The Egyptian god asked with an intrigued look at the dark haired men.
Now that he looked more intensively at them, he could see that they had similar features and red kohl around their slanted grey eyes. They really had a foreign vibe around them and Horus cupped pensively his chin. He was pretty sure that he had seen the one wearing the black robe somewhere else.
"Look attentively, Mr. Horus," Eir piped happily and she hid her face in her hands to muffle an overexcited squeal.
Horus tilted his head like a bird would have and he blinked his right eye slowly. How come that seeing one of those two males whispering something to the other's ear had triggered such a reaction? And then, the Egyptian god noticed the blush on the second dark haired man and the diminutive smile on the other's stern face.
"Oh..." He merely whispered.
"I so ship it!" The Nordic goddess sighed heartily. "How about you, Mr. Horus?"
"Well," the man drawled and his hair fluttered again. Except that this time, it was in discomfort. "I'd say that I find this notice pretty... Interesting."
Eir raised her head from her hands and glanced at the Egyptian god with sparkling blue eyes. She put one hand on the man's shoulder and nodded vividly.
"I know," she said with conviction. "And we need to spread the word!"
Horus cocked his head and blinked. Why did he feel as if he was just in front of the Hell's gates?
"So," Eir added with a sugary sweet voice. "Won't you join the club?"
"The club?" Horus repeated.
The lecture was now far forgotten and the blonde goddess had his whole attention. Not that it was difficult, Horus had the same span of attention than a bird.
"The Hakutaku-Hōzuki's fanclub of course!"
"Eh?"
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"Gods, I'm beat," Hakutaku grumbled as they finally exited the lecture hall.
Hōzuki nodded his head in approval and they both walked silently towards the dining room. As the celestial beast wasn't sick today, they both had the time to go eat something and they had heard about the Archangel Gabriel's buffet from Hippocrates. The demon folded his arms on his chest, his hands hiding in his wide sleeves and he cocked his head as he observed Hakutaku walk at mere steps in front of him. The Chinese suddenly swirled on his right foot and, just like a ballerina, turned to face Hōzuki with a smile on his lips.
"How about drinking some sake?" He proposed and his grey eyes twinkled with mirth.
Hippocrates, who had been walking just behind the demon, stopped on his track as he didn't want to collide with the latter. Hōzuki had stopped too and was eying the celestial beast with a stern face that the Greek couldn't interpret. However, Hakutaku seemed to be able to because his smile widened and he hopped happily on his feet before he pranced to the dining room.
"So you're drinking buddies," Asclepius commented.
Hippocrates jumped in fright because he hadn't expected his friend to appear out of nowhere like that and Hōzuki tilted his head.
"Drinking buddies?" The demon repeated with a small frown. "I'm afraid I don't really understand that term..."
"Well," the toga wearing god shrugged and put his arm around Hippocrates' shoulders. "It means that you fancy drinking alcohol with him."
"I don't fancy it," Hōzuki immediately corrected. "However, it is true that we ended drinking frequently together."
"Really? It seems like something else to me," Asclepius raised a mocking brow and his lips stretched into a small smirk before the god pushed softly Hippocrates so they would continue walking toward the dining room.
The demon stayed in the corridor and frowned.
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The second lecture of the day had began minutes ago and Hakutaku was already feeling the sleepiness of boredom creeping in his mind. He yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes. The Chinese heard something shuffle next to him and he glared at the demon sitting by his side.
Since the previous day, that damned demon had always been by his side and it had impeded him in his courting. That was slowly making him mad and Hakutaku didn't like being denied any action with a woman. Even more when there were so many beautiful goddesses ready for some action themselves. Hakutaku gritted his teeth and glared even more at the delicate face of the annoying demon.
The celestial beast snorted. The only thing delicate with the demon was his face. Everything else concerning him was rude. And masculine. And violent. And annoying as hell. Hakutaku scrunched his nose and yawned another time as the lecturer began to use some slides to show them how the Amazonian plants could be used to make an efficient cough remedy.
The demon by his side shifted slightly, his arms folded on his chest and his chin leaning against his collarbone. The Chinese rolled his eyes when he noticed the demon's eyelids flutter while the latter tried to stay awake.
It seemed that Hakutaku wasn't the only one that wasn't interested by today's conference.
Patting his stomach full of sushi and mini-sandwiches, the celestial beast settled back on his chair and blinked sleepily while he observed the lecturer (some human ghost doctor) mutter about plants and whatnot. As the minutes seemed to stretch for eternity, Hakutaku couldn't deal anymore with his boredom and he settled on annoying the demon as the other had annoyed him in the previous lecture.
As they were sitting side by side, he couldn't use the same trick and he narrowed his eyes as he tried to find another way of embarrassing the poker faced demon who seemed to always ridicule him without even trying to.
The demon's head bobbed slightly and his eyelids fell, this time for sure. A soft sigh came through the thin lips and Hakutaku smirked evilly. He had found the perfect way to make the demon a blushing mess. But before he even tried, he had to make sure that the demon wouldn't wake up.
Hakutaku held his breath and poked softly the demon's cheek. The latter mumbled something under his breath and Hakutaku felt his lifespan decrease when he saw the demon's eyelids flutter. However, he didn't wake up and the Chinese giggled like a little boy.
Now, his plan was unstoppable.
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"Oh Rah, Horus and everything holy," Sekhmet muttered with a hand on his chest.
Serket stopped writing on her notepad and glanced at her bestfriend. The fiery blonde was looking intensively at the two Asians and the dark haired woman smiled softly. Of course, that had to be the cause of Sekhmet's emotions.
"What happened?" Serket asked while she carefully wrote the receipt that the lecturer had just mentioned.
She was pretty sure that Horus wouldn't write everything and Thoth (who had been held in a movie shooting) wouldn't be happy if he didn't have his notes of the conferences that he had missed those last days.
"They are going to kill me," Sekhmet sighed heartily. "And I'm damn jealous of Eir! She's sitting at mere feet from them!"
"So is Horus," the other added her two cents before she nibbled on her quibble. "Also, he's in the club now."
"He is?" The blonde whipped her head to her friend and widened her golden coloured eyes in surprise before she snorted loudly. "Goodness, that's just amazing. How did you succeed in adding him?"
"I didn't do it," Serket explained with a shrug. "Eir was the one to do it."
"Hum," Sekhmet hummed softly. "We shouldn't underestimate that little blonde..."
"Indeed," the dark haired woman nodded and she glanced at the two Asians as she wrote efficiently everything that the lecturer was saying. "So what happened to make you squeal like that?"
"It's them!" Sekhmet sighed theatrically and waved her hand. "They are just so... CUTE! And fluffy!"
"Cute and fluffy? Are you sure that we're talking about the same persons?" Serket retorted with a grimace.
Sekhmet rolled her eyes and took hold of her friend's face before she forced her to turn her head and look at the two men.
"... Is he doing what I think he's doing?" Serket asked with a muffled voice. (Her face being squished by Sekhmet, talking wasn't easy)
"He is," the lioness goddess answered with a proud smile.
"Oh Rah," the other goddess muttered as she massaged her forehead. "What would I give for a camera..."
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"Missus Eir, please, control yourself."
"But! But!" The goddess almost shrilled in happiness and if Horus hadn't been there to put his hand over her mouth, she would have screamed. Loudly.
"I know that they do look adorable, Missus Eir," Horus sighed and for the umpteenth time he asked the world why he had to always end by the fangirl's side. "But that doesn't mean that you should wake the demon with your screams of happiness. Also, it would make them stop."
"You're right, Mr. Horus," the blonde acquiesced and she sighed heavily through her nose to calm herself. "I won't disturb them when they are doing the so famous lap-pillow just in front of my very own eyes!"
Horus rolled his eyes and glanced another time at the slumbering demon whose head was on the dark haired man's lap. The latter was smirking (such a strange expression for a lover though) as he played idly with the sleeper's dark tresses and sometimes tugged at them playfully. The Egyptian god couldn't decipher the celestial beast's acts. Was he acting like a lover? Or just messing around with the demon? Horus couldn't find out the real answer and he silently wished for Thoth's arrival. That guy would immediately tell him what was really going on.
"Did you take a picture of those two?" Eir suddenly asked him.
Horus refrained from sighing another time and he opted for simply pinching his nose.
"Yes, I did," he finally answered in a soft murmur.
"Great," the goddess nodded firmly and folded her arms on her bosom. "Those pictures are going to sell well. Really well..."
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For the first time in a long while, he couldn't find in himself the desire to wake up. Normally, he would already be up and planning the great king Enma's day to a tee. But today, and he couldn't figure out why, he really felt like staying like this. His eyes closed and that soft hand carding through his hair.
...
Wait a moment.
Hōzuki bolted from the lap where he had been dreamlessly sleeping and straightened his back on his chair while he blinked to chase away the sleep that was still holding onto him. His grey eyes met the twinkling eyes of one malicious beast and the demon almost growled ominously at him.
"You," he hissed threatening as the ominous sound of thunder could almost be heard. "What did you do?"
"Me?" Hakutaku pointed to his own chest and his smirk widened even more while he closed his eyes. "Nothing at all-mon~"
"I don't believe you," the demon retorted harshly and he suddenly remembered where he was supposed to be. He blinked and looked around him.
Effectively, he was still in the conference hall and the lecturer was still droning about how carnivorous plants could actually save human lives. But that didn't deter Hōzuki from glaring daggers at the celestial beast. He remembered those soft caresses on his head and he swiftly ran his hands over his head, searching for any anomaly. There was one and the demon frowned when he noticed thin braids arranged artistically over his head.
How the hell had the celestial beast been able to make such an intricate hairstyle when the demon was short haired?
"Hakubuta-san," he finally said and the Chinese stopped smirking at him to open a curious eye. "You should have told me that you wanted to style each other's hair."
"Eh?" Hakutaku tilted his head and he pursed his lips. The celestial beast was probably annoyed that the demon hadn't reacted like he had wished.
"However, I'm sorry but the only hairstyle that I'm pretty confident with is the chonmage. Don't move, I'll make it quick..."
"STAY AWAY, YOU, GHIBLI FREAK!"
The lecturer frowned and cleared his throat loudly. Wasn't there anymore any respect for the speaker?
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"I'm just saying this once," Hakutaku grumbled as he staggered to the dining hall.
The lectures had finally ended and they were all pretty tired after all those hours passed sitting and listening to an angry ghost. Hōzuki was walking before him, his steps even and his head held high while he talked about the conference with Hippocrates and Asclepius. The trio had stopped walking and they were looking at Hakutaku, waiting for him to proceed.
"Aren't you even a bit ashamed? Not even a little bit?" The latter insisted.
Hōzuki cocked his head and the intricate hairstyle moved slightly while he did so.
"Should I?" He inquired as he glanced at the two Europeans. "I still haven't seen myself in a mirror so I don't really know if I should be ashamed of Hakubuta-san's doing. But I guess that I should. You were the one who did it after all."
"You're such an uncute brat," the other retorted through his gritted teeth.
"Then I wonder what makes that you," Hōzuki pondered as he cupped his chin. "An old geezer maybe?"
Hakutaku winced and he shook his head, he shouldn't let the demon get to him.
"Well, you didn't seem so against sleeping in this old geezer's lap," he countered and immediately regretted saying that.
Why?
Because Eir had been walking behind them with two beautiful women. And that the three of them had sparkling eyes once they heard him say that.
"Oh crap," Hakutaku cussed softly before he noticed that the demon was cracking his knuckles.
"Excuse us, Hippocrates-san, Asclepius-san," Hōzuki said with an eerily calm voice.
Hakutaku gulped loudly. That didn't bode well.
"But it seems that Hakubuta-san and I will eat in our room tonight..." The demon added while his face darkened ominously.
The celestial beast chuckled weakly and glanced at the women.
"Hehe," he whispered as he sensed Hōzuki's approach him. "Help?"
One of the woman, blonde and with fiery eyes, had the gal to give him a thumbs-up.
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Day Two. Outcome of today's lectures?
Michael finally met the two Asians. He was enchanted by their good manners even if he still can't find out what Sekhmet implied with the 'eating each other'. Also, the archangel doesn't seem to realise that he's the goddess' new prey.
Gabriel was happy to find out that his sushi were good. Hōzuki also promised him that he'd teach him how to make bondages knot on the sushi. The archangel still doesn't know what is really bondage and everyone is actually pretty impatient to see what would result after the demon's teachings.
Hippocrates had a headache during the whole day and Asclepius snickered during the whole day. There are rumours saying that the toga wearing god ended crashing in the Greek's bed. This is still to be proved.
Sekhmet had a fangasm when she learned that Horus had taken a picture of Hōzuki sleeping on Hakutaku's lap while he braided his hair. The picture was sold for millions of euros. The lucky owner's name was never divulged.
Horus called Thoth that night and asked him to come the next day. Thoth was very intrigued.
Hakutaku ended up sleeping in his bed (for the second time since they arrived in Europa). But not for too long as he woke up with a start during the night to find himself at mere inches from Hōzuki's razor. The celestial beast almost ended with a chonmage that night.
They ended fighting till the sun rose.
Once again, there were too many names introduced in a chapter so here are the small descriptions:
Garcia de Orta: A Portuguese physician and naturalist during the Renaissance. Also, he was the pioneer of tropical medicine and thus, one of the first lecturers. He's a ghost in the Occidental Heaven now.
Gabriel: An Archangel (I'm using the Book of Enoch reference) who is generally known as God's messenger. Here he's the one doing the lunches and he's interested by the Japanese gastronomy.
Horus: An Egyptian god who was one of the most revered gods back then. He's generally represented with a falcon head and a crown as he was the first pharaoh. He's the god of vengeance, protection and war. Technically, he shouldn't be at those lectures but he's there to take notes for Thoth. Right now, he's a businessman working the multiples Hells.
Michael: An Archangel too. He's mostly seen as a healer angel and as the general of God's armies against Satan. Right now, he prefers catering over breakfast and spending some time with the other archangels. He's also incredibly naive (as every angel).
Ptah: Sekhmet's husband and Egyptian god of craftsmen and architects.
Raphael: Still an archangel. He's the one who performs all manners of healing. Right now, he's in a tour because he's the lead in a rockband.
Thoth: Egyptian god of knowledge and wisdom. (Without forgetting the hieroglyph). He's often represented with an ibis or baboon head. Also, he was the god that the Egyptian oculists prayed to. Right now, he's an actor in the Mortal Realm.
Next chapter (if there is one): Apollo XIII