chap. 13 byakuya/gundham

gundham isn't satisfied with his place after death (angels/demons au)

"Again?" Byakuya groans, rubbing at his temples. He is once again disturbed out of working when he already has many things to do. Life (or, more accurately, death) would be so much easier if the damn higher ups would hire more competent demons to run the afterlife.

But no. They keep bringing in more angels instead! Don't they know those idiots are far too easy on themselves? Prioritizing a "healthy schedule" over work. Lazy bastards.

"I-I'm sorry, master," Byakuya's acquaintance, Miss Fukawa nervously fidgets with her clipboard at the door to his office, "But this isn't about the church fire accusations this time," The demon rolls his eyes at the mere mention of that scandal… Leave it to angels to immediately assume demons have any reason to get involved with anything concerning the living world.

Sighing, Byakya leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, "Then what is it?"

"Uhm, a human came to c-complain about their afterlife d-destination?"

Eyebrow twitching, his glasses slightly slide down the bridge of his nose. "And…? Couldn't they talk to Death's committee? I'm not a part of the destination or judgment department."

Fukawa tinkers with her fingers nervously. "I know, b-but the human wanted to speak to a demon specifically, sir… And w-while usually we aren't allowed to let a demon or an angel make this kind of decision, K-Kir- uhm, o-one of Devil's advocates convinced the committee to try it out…"

Ah of course, Byakuya managed to irritate Miss Kirigiri one too many times and this is what he gets in return. Well, it is the afterlife after all, so it is to be expected that he gets his punishment. The demon sighs. "Fine," he declares, pushing his glasses up, "Where is this human?"

Just in that moment a teenager pushes past Fukawa and into the room, causing Byakuya to cringe. It's been a while since he came face to face with one of these… cretins. And now it's all in his office, spreading its awkward human aura everywhere. He crosses his legs. "What do you-"

"You may call me Supreme Overlord of Ice, Gundham Tanaka! Do not forget this name!" the boy announces confidently, "While you are not what I imagined a demon would look like, I suppose I will make do."

How obnoxious… Byakuya pays him no mind as he pulls his laptop towards himself, expertly typing into the keyboard as Fukawa leaves, closing the door behind her. The sound of it clicking shut is followed by a strange silence that the blond does not feel any guilt over, even as the human seems nervous that his idiotic over-the-top introduction is gone with no reaction.

As he types, he momentarily looks at the teenager from the top of his glasses, "Well? Tell me what makes you think you're unworthy of Hell."

But Gundham simply chuckles infuriatingly. Byakuya lowers his eyes to the screen in time for the human's data page to load up, displaying… no records of any major sin? "Kehehe… Fool! Don't you know? Hell is unworthy of me!" He smirks as Byakuya's eyebrows knit, "Which is why it would be in your best interests to accept me, Gundham The Forbidden One!"

Gundham Tanaka was sent, like most humans, to Heaven. But now he's demanding to be sent to Hell, apparently… Byakuya rubs at his temples again, shutting his eyes as the start of a headache shows its first signs in the form of thumping in his brain. What in the Hell did Kirigiri send to him…