This is seriously short, but it's just a very small drabble that was inspired by a picture on my facebook page.
Fujimoto sighed as he sat on a park bench with his one and only friend, Mephisto. Shiro was feeling rather tired from the morning's events. After all, chasing after his twins, one of them being a demon, was exhausting. He took out a cigarette and lit it while beginning to take a drag.
"What do you think you're doing?" Mephisto asked as he sat beside Shiro. He had a squirming demon child laying over his lap with his tail wagging as he watched others play. Mephisto frowned at Shiro's action, and the other had to explain himself.
"What? I haven't had one in a while," Shiro defended himself. Of course, it wasn't going to cut it with Mephisto. Not while Shiro was the one raising his baby brothers.
"Have you forgotten the child in your arms? You can't smoke," Mephisto said. Shiro looked down to indeed see the other twin in his arms. Little Yukio was resting peacefully in the crook of his arm as Shiro smoked.
"Says the man who has his brother on a leash," Shiro chuckled. Mephisto looked at the end of the leash he held in his hand and saw his other kid brother, Amaimon. Amaimon was currently chasing after a young blonde hair, who in all honesty looked terrified of him.
"Shut up. I have good reasons and a lot of experience with this," Mephisto said.
Considering updating with some small little drabbles of the brothers and Shiro. R&R