Chapter 10
Author was disappointed, only 1 review last chapter, really?
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters that appear in PoT. Perhaps, this story is from inspirations, from everywhere and anywhere, above and beyond. This story is strictly fictional, no insults intended on any insulted party.
Atobe paced the room. Tezuka sat at this table while Yukimura neatly arranged himself at the sofa, placing both hands on his lap, looking ethereal.
"You never thought to at least tell us you have been gallivanting with the devil?!" growled Atobe.
"It was just an odd coincidence; I've seen, or had foreseen no harm," defended Yukimura.
Tezuka sighed. He had known Domain 13's Archbishop was odd; Domain 13 was at an isolated corner of the Kingdom. He had also known that Yukimura had been receiving odd reports that no one could have told him, no one human that is. Tezuka had thought nothing of it; matters of other Domains didn't concern him, and even if it did, it wouldn't be right of him to question otherwise. He took his responsibilities seriously and cut a clear line as to what is right for him to do.
Atobe thought the three of them were close enough; Yukimura shouldn't have hidden this event.
"I was on patrol when I felt a commotion," started Yukimura, surrendering to the glare of Atobe. Everyone knows that Yukimura had a certain Affinity with the Unseen. A commotion was normally what Yukimura described as a hype-up in the Unseen world by ghosts and ghouls, those restless spirits. "I turned towards it when I happened to see Cerberos, standing over a dead body. I knew at once what he was and he I. He is an odd one; he asked if I would like to be a correspondent. After asking the details of the role, I thought it might aid our side if we at least known what the enemy is planning. They could continue to come and we would continue to exorcise. It did help, I swear. The Anna Pan Case 10 years back and Demon Killer Case was solved because of the devil's aid. Something about their own crossing the line…"
Atobe raked his hand over his silver hair, "Okay! I get it! So now what?"
Yukimura shrugged, "From what I had gathered last night, I wouldn't be much needed now since Ryoma has fitted into the role of the Affinated One."
Tezuka sighed.
"Fuji, what would you normally be doing if you were back in hell?" Ryoma asked, back lying on his bed, reading a book.
Fuji answered from the window stills, "Court matters, I assume."
"Isn't that awfully boring?"
Fuji smirked, "Yeah, which is why I like to create a little more trouble for my generals and court ministers. They have too much time on their hands and would love to wreck havoc on earth. I'm just not keen on listening to them talk on and on about their plans."
"Do you have friends then?"
Fuji chuckled, "Demons don't, dear bishop. But certainly there are some close to what you call 'friends'."
"Don't they ever figure out that you are missing? Caught here, unable to return?"
Fuji turned towards the young bishop; the boy sure catches on quickly, "Sure, but they would think I'm off somewhere having fun." Fuji slipped off the window, his white buttoned-up shirt ironically unbuttoned, the shirt gapped, showing off lean muscles underneath. He walked over to the bed where the young bishop was still immersed in reading and picked the book off of Ryoma's hands.
"Hey!" cried Ryoma.
"The Study of Demons and Dark Creatures, written by the Pope," Fuji read off the title, flipping through the pages mindlessly, "Other than the methods of removing us, other things are not quite correct. You could rewrite this with my help." Fuji closed the book and laid it on the table.
"I need no help from the devil, return my book." Said Ryoma, pouting. Suddenly all the air from his lungs was trapped within, the devil's hair parted on side and cascaded down to Ryoma's right side of his face. Fuji was on top of Ryoma, hands gripping the bishop's and pinning them on either side of his head. Fuji knelt on either side of Ryoma's hips, Ryoma caught in between. Besides the body contact at the hands, the two bodies had no other contact.
Ryoma looked irritatedly, and almost bored, at Fuji, "Cut off the theatrics, demon. Lay off me and get me my book."
"Why don't we just play along to the tension along our heart strings?"
Ryoma glanced at the door, "Inui is coming any moment now and I wouldn't want him to think there's anything going on when there isn't."
"There could be."
"I rather not, the last one with some Saki, Saku, whatever her name was, girl did not go well."
Fuji's eyes flashed red, "There was another?"
Ryoma glared at Fuji, "There were none, dude. I said it was a rumor, something that didn't happen. Gossip-mill stuffs."
"Well, there could be something between us," Fuji settled down below Ryoma's stomach, sitting on him. Ryoma was surprised that Fuji was lighter than he had thought but still there was a weight. It would take his death for him to admit that the weight actually felt quite comfortable. "Besides," Fuji added absent-mindedly, "Most of the hell's denizens would have known about my human pet already."
"What pet?!" growled Ryoma.
"Oops." Said Fuji, unapologetically, eyes twinkling with mirth. He lowered his head towards Ryoma, lips almost touching. Ryoma surprised him by looking at Fuji straight in the eye and without flinching. Fuji placed a chaste kiss on Ryoma and chuckled against his lips. The vibration brought a wriggle to Ryoma's body. That was when the door burst open.
"Ryoma! Here! This is what you wanted! And take the damn bird- Oh my…." Inui stared from the door. Ryoma turned to look at the door and saw Inui, the parchment on his hands fluttered, taking a slow descent to the floor. He sighed, feeling a migraine coming up, he'll have to remember to ask Tezuka for his pills.
"Have you told the Archbishop about my notification?" Asked Ryoma nonchalantly, as if a devil wasn't straddling him.
"You inform them, I wouldn't want to get into the cross-fire…" Inui got distracted as Fuji rolled his hips around and snuggled himself into Ryoma's hair, hiding his face from the data bishop's view.
"Fuji, stop that." Scolded Ryoma, "But Inui, please?"
Inui coughed, "No, and I best get going. You guys can… continue." And the door close shut as quickly as a pin drop.
"It's going into the rumour-mill for a spin now," sighed Ryoma. Fuji collapsed onto one side of Ryoma, laughing away. Ryoma looked at the demon, being so happy and so entertained, his laughter a little contagious. Ryoma bit down an evolving smile and went off the bed to pick up the parchment. If he had looked closer, he might have noticed that the demon's trouser was a little tighter than usual.
"Call Carrion, I have to send a letter to Tezuka. Hell knows that he wouldn't let me leave on a long journey, we'll leave immediately after I finish the letter."
Fuji rolled over onto his belly; one blue eye peeking out from his hair, the tousled look would have brought some suspicion as to what the two of them had been doing.
"Yes, Master."