Playing house

It was hot, burning hot; it felt as if Amaimon's blood was on fire, tearing away at his insides. Every time he moved, another shot of burning white pain would engulf his entire being, making the demon hiss and writhe .

Slowly opening his eyes, he could see the source of his pain. He was in Gehenna, at the pits where the damned souls would burn for all was a place the demon would come to in his spare time, watch as the souls paid for their sins. He'd laugh at their misery, would sometime even poke them with a stick if he felt like it.

But what surprised Amaimon, was that he was the one inside of the pit, accompanying the souls that screeched and howled all around him. Flames licked at his skin, singeing his pale skin. Looking past said flames, he could see figures staring down over the pit, other demons, watching him burn.

Did he die? Is this where demons came in death? Burning for their sins for all eternity? He called out to the figures, dark and blurred from the flames. But they didn't move, just stood and watched as the earth king burned. How dare they, he sneered. Wasn't he one of the royal? A higher demon!? If he said jump, they should reply "How high?"

Then one of them laughed, a wicked smile stretching across the figures face. Soon all four of them joined in, sharp tooth grins taunting him; deep cackling seemed to echo around one thing Amaimon hated even more then losing was being laughed at and mocked. Humiliation was something Amaimon would not tolerate.

Now Amaimon was angry, furious even. He yelled at the tormenting figures above him, demanding they get him out, he was the earth king! Son of Satan! They should show him respect; once he was out of this fucking pit he would rip them to shreds. But they just stood there, continuing their ugly laughter down at the demon.

Amaimon's demands and yells were cut short when one of the damned clamped onto his arm with bony fingers. Amaimon only sneered at the soul, pushing it away with ease, but then another one latched onto him, then another and another. Until Amaimon felt himself being dragged further and further within the pit, souls grabbing at him, pulling till it hurt.

Amaimon screamed at the disappearing figures as the souls pulled him further down. An emotion he rarely felt slowly creeping itself within. Fear. He clawed and pulled himself from the souls, becoming more and more frantic the deeper he got.

Then he woke up.

His chest rising and falling rapidly and the cold sweat trickling down his neck reminded the demon that it was only a nightmare. This in its self was odd for Amaimon had never experienced such a thing before. Don't get him wrong, his dreams usually did involve the torture of a million souls, but he was torturer not the tortured.

Once his breathing calmed down a bit Amaimon realized that he was in an unfamiliar room, blinking away the memory of the dream, uneasiness was soon replaced with confusion. What happened? Amaimon thought as he went to sit up, the same burning white pain he witnessed in his dream shot through his body once again. Teeth clenched in pain, he dropped back onto the stiff pillow, waiting for his eyesight to return from a blur.

Amaimon kept calm as the pain subsided, panicking wouldn't help anything, Amaimon never panicked even if he couldn't remember anything on how he got here. When the pain finally disappeared, besides from the slight throbbing through his limbs, Amaimon decided to take a good look around at his whereabouts. Maybe he would remember something.

he lay on a single bed, covered in a white sheet that was pulled up to his chest and a spring that continuously poked into his side. That's when Amaimon noticed almost his entire body wrapped in bandages. Whatever happened to injure him so drastically must have been pretty powerful.

The room he was in was cramped, so there wasn't much space for furniture. An ugly striped orange couch sat on the far end of the room just below a dusty window that was behind transparent curtains, unable to really make out the scenery Amaimon's eyes continued to scan.

An old blocky TV took up most the room where it was place before the couch; it wouldn't surprise the demon if the picture was in black and white. He cringed just looking at it.

The room itself was too small to hold one person, let alone two, good thing he wasn't claustrophobic, but he knew he was going to get a headache from the ugly patterns around. The walls wore a hideous cream wallpaper of cowboys and horses that reminded him of something a child would have in his bedroom. It made his eyes hurt.

The room looked as if it held absolutely no entertainment for the poor demon and he let out a loud sigh to show it, whoever stayed here must probably be the worst person Amaimon would ever have to meet. Closing his eyes again, he tried to remember anything that would tell him why he was in such a gross place. That was when a strong aroma caressed his nose, achingly turning his head; he looked at the open door across from him. Whatever it was, it smelt delicious.

Sizzling was heard from the other room and from the smell Amaimon assumed it was meat, probably beef. He went to get up again, but the dizziness and pain returned so he lay back down, stomach grumbling and mouth-watering. Amaimon hardly ever had to eat, but when he was so drained and injured as he was, he could eat a paddock of sheep with ease.

Hearing footsteps making his way to the room he was in, Amaimon braced himself for who he was about to see. He didn't know why, but he expected an old man, a smelly and ugly old man that resembled the room in which he stayed. Who he wasn't expecting however was his little half-brother, Rin.

He opened his mouth to state his confusion, but when in seeing his little brother it must have triggered something, for Amaimon was assaulted by all his memories from the other night. Stepping out of Gehenna, casually jumping through the forest, being attacked by a stupid fucking exorcist, blue flames and then nothing...

Rin stood at the doorway with a displeased look upon his face, an apron around his body and his raven hair clipped back by a silver clip. His blue eyes narrowed in seeing that the bloody demon was awake. He had a sudden urge to throw him out the window rather than show him any lick of hospitality.

"I'm cooking stir fry." He spoke instead, breaking the awkward silence that seemed to have settled between them, his thumb thrown back in the direction of the kitchen.

Amaimon's expression didn't change however, wearing that same stupid look the demon always wore; he only stared, not even blinking. Is he dead? But before Rin could shrug and walk back into the kitchen, Amaimon chose to finally speak.

"Can you sprinkle sugar over mine?" Rin nearly gagged at the thought, throwing a look at the demon that said "really!?" Amaimon only shrugged, continuing to stare. Rin would have protested but really he was too tired to start any kind of rouse between them, he just wanted to eat dinner then go to sleep on the fucking uncomfortable couch which smelt like spoilt milk.

"Weirdo." Was all Rin said before turning on his heel and heading back into the kitchen.

Dinner was even more awkward Rin decided.

He sat on the floor after great difficulty sitting Amaimon up, the demon wouldn't let the pain show in his face but Rin could see the slight twitches he'd make if Rin went to fast. He must have really got his butt kicked, which satisfied yet confused Rin. Amaimon was stronger last time they fought.

Whilst Eating his dinner he watched Amaimon eat the sickly sweet food, he couldn't believe he had to ruin all his hard cooking. Sighing he twirled his noodles around his fork, he really shouldn't have bothered, 2 minute noodles would have done the trick on soothing their hunger.

Finally the silence got too unbearable and Rin was just about to fix that when Amaimon must had gotten the same idea.

"At first I was surprised that little brother would live in such an ugly place, but really now that I think about it, it really does resemble your personality." Amaimon spoke through his food, looking out the window.

Rin felt his eye twitched, what the fuck did that mean? He calmed himself down however, before he could throw a punch in the demons face. He has matured since the last time he saw this bastard, he wouldn't stoop to his levels.

"It's a hotel." Was Rin's only reply. He wasn't rich, this crappy hotel was the only thing he could afford, and he was only meant to be staying here for a couple of days anyway. He'd have to pester Mephisto into paying the four week fee.

Silence again returned over the two, this time it was Rin to break it.

"So why did you do it?" He asked.

Amaimon's curiosity seemed to peek up at that, finally turning his head to look at Rin. "Do what?" Again he spoke through food.

Rin was quiet for a moment, just simply glaring at the other. "Kill all those people."

Amaimon almost laughed, his thin lips twitching into a small smirk. "You'll have to be more specific than that." Amaimon was always killing people, though now that he thought about it; it had been years since he last killed anyone.

"Those 53 students at True Cross Academy." Rin would have gone on; expressing his anger and disgust if it weren't for the flicker of confusion Rin could have sworn flashed over the others face, only if for a moment.

"Did I?" Amaimon questioned, honestly confused, looking once again out the window and biting at his long black thumb nail, he scanned his memory for any killings of students. "Nope, don't remember that." He shrugged, his droopy eyes once again resting on Rin.

The stupid broccoli head was obviously lying, Rin decided, stabbing at his meat, Bringing it to his mouth he looked back up to find that Amaimon was still staring at him. "What?" He snapped.

"Why did you save me?"

Rin rolled his eyes, biting down on the beef, waiting until he had swallowed before he answered. "Mephisto asked me for a favour." He shrugged, as if that answer was enough explanatory.

"Mephisto." Amaimon repeated teeth going back to chew at his nail.

"He thinks you were framed." Rin slurped up his noodles that were around his fork.

"For killing 53 students?"

"mmhmm."

Rin let the silence return once again, swallowing the last of his food before snatching Amaimon's empty plate as he stood from the hard floor that caused his left leg to go numb and went to the kitchen to wash up.

The next couple of days were horrific to say the least. Their first night sleeping in the same room, Rin had found out that Amaimon snored. No, not snored, nothing he has ever encountered could snore like that, it was just demonic! The first time he had heard it he thought the building was falling apart, scared the shit out of him.

So all in all Rin hasn't had a decent sleep for a few days, he was just tired, cranky and was completely done with a certain green haired demon.

One night it was so bad Rin could have sworn the walls were shacking, getting up from the rock hard couch he grabbed his limp pillow in order to throw it at the demon who was occupying his bed . "WILL YOU SHUT UP YOU STUPID BROCCALI!" Rin's only reply was two more pillows thrown in his face and a low mumble.

"Don't be mean." Then Amaimon was back to sleep, his snores continuing. Rin sneered, using the two pillows that had been thrown at him to block his poor ears, trying to get to sleep for a second time.

The days were just as bad as the nights though, Amaimon just wouldn't shut up! Always complaining he's bored, complaining he needs more lollipops, complaining that his pillow needed to be fluffed up, it was just none stop complaining! Who did he think he was anyway? His nurse!?

One day while Rin was changing the bandage around Amaimon's arm where his skin had been sliced, the asshole thought it would be fun to stir him up. Rin had noticed in the last few days that if Amaimon decided he wasn't getting enough attention or entertainment he tended to mess with people, people as in Rin to be more specific.

"Do you like playing house, Rin?" Amaimon asked, chewing on his watermelon lollipop Rin had gotten to shut him up, it didn't work for long. Rin only rolled his eyes, not buying into the other's torment.

"Shut up while I do this, bastard." Rinsing out a clean cloth into the bucket beside him he went to dab it over the wounds, just as the healer had told him to do. He was rougher then the healer was though, hoping to cause Amaimon even just a little pain for being such an annoying shit.

"Rin is kind of like a wife." Amaimon spoke, profile towards Rin, his usual expression upon his face but Rin could see the amusement in his eyes. "Cooking for me, cleaning up after me, Rin even takes care of me." He blinked towards Rin. "I didn't know my brother was into those kinds of things."

Rin punched him in the face, Amaimon punched him back. Rin jumped onto the bed kneeing him in the stab wound, knocking over the bucket of water in the process, Amaimon flinched yet laughed, punching Rin in the ribs. It continued like that for a while until Rin's anger had subsided and Amaimon got his fill of fun.

Breathing heavily on the wet floor, bruised and lip bleeding he glared up at the green haired demon, who in turn didn't look much better than Rin, the only difference was that he wore a satisfied smile. He hadn't lost his temper like that since he found out Yukio was dating Shiemi, which would have been about a year since he had found out. He was happy for them now, embarrassed that he had even lost it. It felt good though, all that bottled up rage over the years being released, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

They lay there for a while, catching their breath, finally content for a moment. It was a moment short lived however when Rin sat up from his place on the floor, he groaned positive there was a now a nice large bruise soon to blossom across his ribs.

He limped to the kitchen, grabbing the cleaning supplies he knew were kept under the stained sink. With paper towel within his sore knuckles to soak up the water, Rin hobbled back into the other room only to visibly flinch when he heard the other had started snoring.

Annoyed, Rin raised the paper towel to chuck at the others head. Amaimon threw it back, still tucked under the thin sheet, back towards the other.

"Bastard." Rin muttered squatting over the puddle to drop the paper towel sheets over the water, it was the plain label kind, so it did a shit job on cleaning up the water; he'd have to get a towel from the bathroom to soak the rest up later.

Amaimon turned over, lying on his back, sucking on a new lollipop from the handful Rin bought; he kept them under his pillow. "I'm bored again." He sighed, glancing down at Rin.

"Don't care." He continued to pat down the paper towel.

"My stab wound re-opened." Amaimon stated in his bored tone of voice, once again sighing.

Rin groaned, standing from where he had been squatting. He walked to the bathroom that was through the kitchen to grab a ratty towel and a new pair of bandages. When he returned, he placed the towel over the water standing on it a few times before he knelt next to the bed.

Seriously, Mephisto owed Rin not only a ps4 but a frickin' car after all this is through. He made sure to make a note of it.

Amaimon was able to sit himself up by now without any help, which made this task easier for Rin, getting the job done quicker and with less chance in them killing each other. Unravelling the bloody bandages from the toned torso, he got to work.

Amaimon didn't speak for once, only stared down at Rin with his blank expression. It was creepy, Rin thought, the guy didn't even blink. When Rin again came to the conclusion that the other had died, Amaimon bit down on his lollipop, making Rin jump and glare up at him.

"Maybe it's doctor and nurses Rin likes to play."

"Shut up!"

Authors note

Chapter two complete! ugh, writing is hard.

Are you guys enjoying this? In chapter three you'll find out what happens when Amaimon cooks.