A/N: I did absolutely no typing on the airplane. Forgive me, I was a little distracted by a book called Truancy and-
Calciver: Get on with it.
Me: Also most of the story will be in Third Person POV, but Lovino's POV will pop up whenever he's doing a journal entry, so be prepared! Kiss With A Fist: listen while reading.
AwesomenessIsMyName: So glad you're interested. I hope you keep reading on.
Animebookfreak12: Sorry, but no homunculi in this story even though I love FMA a lot too. Also Leviathan, according to demonology, is the gatekeeper of hell, but I might throw in the seven deadly sins if the thought occurs to me in the future. So stay tuned to find out.
Life In Hell: Big Brother
Everything your mommy and daddy told you about Hell is bullshit. Yeah, I said. You got a fucking problem with it?
Well, not exactly everything is a complete fucking lie. I mean I am a demon, this is Hell, and the devil does reside here. But other than that most things that you learn about this place and the people- not creatures, that's just freaking insulting- is wrong. I think those bastards in the world of the living would have a better idea of what this place looked like and how it functioned if they actually believed what a rare, docile demon told them. However, if I or anyone else starting ranting about Hell some dumbass priest would try to perform an exorcism.
Also just because we're demons doesn't mean we aren't civil. We all have jobs that, but it's just that some of them would be label as immoral, ungodly, and just plain fucking creepy by those that live in the world of the living. It was scary at first (not that I'd ever admit that allowed, so don't count on it damn it), but after awhile it's not so bad. To be honest, it's not that ungodly since there is a balance to keep maintained for those who get their souls devoured or reaped. Reaping... I'll explain that shit later-
That was a lie when I said that all demons are civil since one just dropped me on my ass right now.
Through the mess of bed covers, Lovino's sees his elder sibling perched over him with his hands waving in the air. The cheeking rabbit held a rather somber expression on his face, but the Italian knew all too well that he was hiding a shit eating grin. He was always trying to be so serious when on the inside he was a screaming, rock and roll rebel...
Mocking the others accent, Lovino yells, "What in the blazes do you think you're doing, Kirkland!" He is only met with a straight lined lips curving upwards into a smirk. It suddenly dawns on him that it sounded really bad. His eyes glance back up his brother, who nods his head in a silent agreement as if he read the younger's mind. Which in layman's term is super fucking creepy.
"I see you've been writing in this diary again." Arthur leans out of Lovino's grasp as he tries to retrieve the precious item and retorts coolly, "There's no need to be so violent, love. After all, you have always been a bit girly."
Fire blazed in his hazel eyes. "Girly?! Like you doing embroidery isn't a thousand times girlier."
...With flowers in his hair. The cheeky rabbit's voice cracked as his seriousness, more so a-stick-up-his-ass-ness, started to dissolve. Acid green then began to twitch furiously as his English temper began to show.
"I'll have you know that embroidery is very manly!"
"Since when-1889?!"
There was that familiar sense of death and blood lust that hung in the air. The tension between the two was thick as they glowered darkly at one another. Teeth gritted, a snarl was let loose, but neither cared who it came from. The only thing on their minds was who was going to make the first move. That was the most important thing cause the person that struck first could decide who would win or lose.
Second most important thing: There were no ties.
Faster than the demonic eye could see, Arthur was struck in the cheek. Losing his footing, he fell the ground with his hand on his now redden cheek. He glanced up to see the younger holding a wooden spoon in hand and sporting a feral grin. He barely had time to react as Lovino pounced on him.
Arthur sent Lovino flying threw the air with a harsh flick on the wrist. Emerging from the rumble on a broken bookshelf, Lovino stated, "No magic-" Black flames danced along his skin as he took off running, at full speed. "That's cheating!"
With the spoon still in an iron grip, the Italian swung it with great force at his brother. Anger was getting the best of him and that fiery temper wasn't helping that much either. 'It is so fucking on!'
Arthur quickly dodged as the words rolled off his tongue. "I haven't forgotten, love." Using the diary as shield, he stopped himself from being hit when Lovino raised his weapon and heavily brought it down. He was sure the younger had made a oval shaped in it by now.
He swept his foot out in front in him to try and trip the younger. Lovino, however jumped up. The smirk was still present on the Italian's face as his eyes burned even brighter. 'Cheap tricks won't work, Kirkland.'
As he feigned astonishment, Arthur kept a smile hidden. His foolish younger brother had took the bait. He slammed his fist into the Italian's gut and hit him over the head with his own diary. Lovino fell face first onto the floor and then the older pinned him the ground. Pulling harshly short light brown locks, he raised the Italian's head. Arthur met a bloody face, in which whose lips spat blood onto the carpet in front of him. A thin trail of blood ran down his chin.
He asked, "Give up yet, love?" His acid green eyes taunted the Italian in this dark game of theirs.
Lovino only growled in response. There was no way in Hell he'd say yes to that. There was too much at stake for that- mainly his devil damning pride.
When the older didn't get an answer from him he slammed the Italian's head back down, grounding it a bit into the floor. It was like this a lot between, neither wanting to swallow their damn pride because of how they lived in Hell today and how they once lived in the world of the living so many decades ago. But in the end it did keep them in life interesting, so it couldn't be all that terrible.
The Artemis Flames appeared in Arthur's hand as he once again raised the others head. The two met each others' gaze silently as the flames danced on their flesh. Breaking the silence, the older says curiously, "Now let's see how deep on\f a mark I can leave before it heals tomorrow." His flaming hand was brought closer to Lovino's face.
Eyes widening, the Italian quickly flicked a spark in the others eyes. This caused the other to hiss and rub his burning eyes. Lovino took this opportunity to roll over and throw the older off him with good old kick to the ribs. Wiping the blood off his chin, hazel eyes glanced over to see the cheeky rabbit slowly starting to get up. A triumph smirk graced his features as he saw Arthur bleeding from some scratches and his left wrist twisted in an angle that would devastate most castors.
Grabbing the nearest object, which just happened to be a glass bottle, the younger threw it, aiming straight for bloodshot, red eyes. Though they were not as blurry as the Italian thought as Arthur melted the bottled before it touch him. Lovino jumped up with his arm drawn back to punch the bastard, but his fist was caught and the older backhanded him.
In return, the Italian gave another kick as they bought wrapped their hands around each others' necks. Sweat dripped as they squeezed the life out of each other. This brawl was really cutting it close.
"Boys, breakfast is ready!"
Lovino and Arthur both reluctantly released their grip on each others necks as they each hear the call. They both knew better than to ignore if they didn't want face Hell's greatest wrath. That's a million times worse than being sent down to the Black Plains.
"We will continue this later, fucker."
"Agreed, my bloody love."
After all, there were no ties.
The two brothers then leaned on each other for support and hobbled down the stairs.
A/N: You'd think two tsunderes would get along as brothers, but no. They brawl harder and dirtier than cat fights in the city streets. Also I'd like to thank youtuber, Claire Stamper, cause her Kiss With A Fist video got me through this.
Calciver: Go Taiga! Go!
Me: Yeah, beat that man stealing bitch's ass!
Shira: Ah youth, so violent and cruel... Well at least they're not arguing for once.