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Her eye twitched at the sound of the epithet, but chose to ignore it. Heaving a deep sigh, she raised an eyebrow, looking back at the devil.
“…Maple World. That’s the name of this dimension.” Eclipse crossed her arms, her face remaining twisted with annoyance. “I don’t know what kind of nonsensical dimension you came from, but I suggest you scurry back off to the filthy rat hole you crept through. There’s no place for you here.”
“Come on,” he cooed, before casting his eyes to survey the area. It seemed...magical, to say at least - in a different kind of atmosphere to his homeland. It was a new type of environment; but strangely enough, it seemed to comfortably welcome his kind considering the lack of bleak air that definitely spelled out “no demons in this world”.
(Boy, was he glad he was out of that boring old place.)
“I just got here, honey-pie. Let me take in the scenery. You know what tourists do when they travel.”
Dear lord, not you again. Anyone but you. (askgoddesschoro)
“What a surprise.” @askgoddesschoro
After all, it won’t be that easy for a lowly devil to deserve a date with me.
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“I’m pretty stacked right now,” he says with a grin, “Now would be a perfect time for a date.”
“As if,” she pulled her hand out of his grip, backing up a few steps. “I don’t see how this could benefit me in any way. I don’t have time for your foolish ‘dates’.”
He shrugged, the smirk still painted evidently on the devil’s lips. “Well, that was up to you,” he replied with a sneer, “ You’re definitely missing out on a load of this.”
He snapped his fingers. “By the way, I wandered far away from my own dimension. Sexy, do you think you can tell me where I am?”
After all, it won’t be that easy for a lowly devil to deserve a date with me.
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“I’m pretty stacked right now,” he says with a grin, “Now would be a perfect time for a date.”
Catching Juushimatsu’s limp body, Osomatsu slid his arm under his knees and swiftly picked his younger brother up. He felt the eyes of some passerbies, which he glared towards, before disappearing into an empty alleyway.
“Don’t worry, Juushimatsu,” he whispered, his horns materializing. Black wings coated in red, almost remiscent of blood itself began to morph into his back, each wing stretching out. A tail also slipped from behind him and his hands just so slightly formed nails sharp like claws. He bared his fangs into a smirk.
“You and oniichan will definitely go to Okinawa,” he planted a gentle kiss on his unconscious brother’s forehead, “I promised, didn’t I?”
We’ll play lots over there, and it’ll be lots of fun.
And they disappeared into the night sky.
Flying to Okinawa didn’t take too long. He had taken alternative routes, slipping through air pressure and avoiding human sight proved to be difficult especially while carrying a body, so he desperately had to stay within the night and away from the vision of the moon. Thankfully the wind seemed to aid him on their quest, and before long they reached the beaches with ease.
Laying Juushimatsu down by a tree, he let his features disappear. “That was ridiculously tiring,” he grumbled to himself, moaning in muscle pain.
Jyushimatsu had been in dreamland, dancing in a field. In fact, it was white and fluffy! But he wasn’t wearing his normal outfit, oh no, he was dressed in a uniform! His first job! He couldn’t mess it up by not wearing his outfit, right?
He could fly too! Jyushimatsu laughed and jumped around, spreading the feathers. Time to fly! He could feel the wind against his face, and he smiled and laugh. It seemed so real, as if he really was flying through the air…
Jyushimatsu cracked open his eyes, only to see Osomatsu nearby, muttering something. Just for a second, he saw something red disappearing, but it was too quick for him to make it out.
Jyushimatsu sat up, looking around. He was on a beach?
Okinawa?
He immediately got up, his face pratically glowing with happiness. Okinawa! He was in Okinawa!
“OKINAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!” he yelled, running up and down the beach. He screamed and waved his good arm around so much, then rushing straight for Osomatsu and slamming into him, hugging him close. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you Osomatsu-niisan! How did we get here though? I think i fell asleep on the way here! Haha, I must have played too much today! But we are here! Okinawa!” Jyushimatsu cheered, bouncing up and down. He could play now! And have lots of fun! Fun fun fun!
The sheer force of Juushimatsu’s enthusiasm was enough to knock him down into the sand. He grunted irritably, spitting out some that fell into his mouth. “Hey, Juushimatsu! Watch it, sand is really annoying to get off clothes!” he scolded, hitting Juushimatsu’s head.
Something about Juushimatsu’s happy expression was contagious, as he found himself genuinely smiling too. Even if he had other plots in mind for this holiday, he didn’t seem to regret sneaking away from that house of four other brothers. It made him feel a sense of...
....no, he thought to himself. These people are nothing to you but toys, Osomatsu, for your disposal. Don’t feel anything unnecessary.
Patting away some dust on his chest, he took off his hoodie and wrapped the sleeves along his waist. Okinawa’s weather was a lot warmer than Tokyo’s. His T-Shirt was a fine cotton red, just a tad lighter shade than his hoodie and read TRASH KING in white as a design. Although he had a necklace - a cross - dangling from his neck, which he hastily placed inside his shirt.
“Now,” he took a fresh breath of air, “Should we go to the hotel?”
“It’s a shame we can’t go this way,” he sighed. His voice was a little bit quieter, and deep that (would’ve) resembled disappointment.
After a long pause, he still remained rooted in spot. A little scoff escaped his lips, and then he started again.
“Juushimatsu, don’t you feel tired?”
In one quick, almost shadowlike motion, a sharp pain was struck at the back of Juushimatsu’s neck, knocking him out.
“I think you need some rest.”
Disappointment filled Jyushimatsu for a moment, as he watched Osomatsu sighed. Oh well. But for some reason, Osomatsu wasn’t moving. He tugged on Osomatsu’s sleeve, wondering what was going on.
“Osomatsu-niisan. Let’s go home. We can come back another day!”
Osomatsu suddenly spoke, but before Jyushimatsu could react, a sudden pain could be felt at the back of his neck. Jyushimatsu froze, before his eyes glazed over and he collapsed onto the floor.
Catching Juushimatsu’s limp body, Osomatsu slid his arm under his knees and swiftly picked his younger brother up. He felt the eyes of some passerbies, which he glared towards, before disappearing into an empty alleyway.
“Don’t worry, Juushimatsu,” he whispered, his horns materializing. Black wings coated in red, almost remiscent of blood itself began to morph into his back, each wing stretching out. A tail also slipped from behind him and his hands just so slightly formed nails sharp like claws. He bared his fangs into a smirk.
“You and oniichan will definitely go to Okinawa,” he planted a gentle kiss on his unconscious brother’s forehead, “I promised, didn’t I?”
We’ll play lots over there, and it’ll be lots of fun.
And they disappeared into the night sky.
Flying to Okinawa didn’t take too long. He had taken alternative routes, slipping through air pressure and avoiding human sight proved to be difficult especially while carrying a body, so he desperately had to stay within the night and away from the vision of the moon. Thankfully the wind seemed to aid him on their quest, and before long they reached the beaches with ease.
Laying Juushimatsu down by a tree, he let his features disappear. “That was ridiculously tiring,” he grumbled to himself, moaning in muscle pain.
Juushimatsu’s booming voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Quickly tapping sent, he placed his cellphone into his pocket and whistled. “That took quite a while now didn’t it?” he rubbed his nose with his index finger, grinning. Seeing the cast, he whistled.
“Well, now, looks like we don’t need to stay the night, so we’re going to go right away,” he got up and stretched again. “Let’s walk to the station. Come on, Juushimatsu.”
And so they did….although, by the time they had reached it had already become rush hour. Crowds of people started heading in and out of the trains, making it become a pain to go through.
“Dammit, looks like we’ll have to go through another way,” he said, feigning displeasure.
Jyushimatsu nodded, waving his good arm around. “Yeah! But they took so long talking! Let’s go let’s go!” It seemed a little strange to not grab any change of clothes, but Jyushimatsu was perfectly fine without it! In fact, he would rather leave for Okinawa now! And perhaps Osomatsu was just like him, equally excited, for he said that they were leaving tonight! Jyushimatsu nodded his head so fast, the doctors were yelling in surprise about his head not flying off.
Jyushimatsu skipped after Osomatsu, laughing and giggling while running up to Osomatsu, then stopping to admire something, then repeating the action.
When they got to the train, Jyushimatsu felt slightly disappointed. Aww, there were lots of people going Okinawa. There wasn’t any where that wasn’t full of people.
Osomatsu seemed really irritated. Jyushimatsu nodded, grinning. “It’s okay, Osomatsu-niisan! We can go another time! Or maybe we can find a secret secret path to get to Okinawa soon! One with less people! Neh neh Osomatsu-niisan! Is there such a thing?” Jyushimatsu laughed. What other way was there other by plane or train? He expected Osomatsu to turn back, as he usually did.
“It’s a shame we can’t go this way,” he sighed. His voice was a little bit quieter, and deep that (would’ve) resembled disappointment.
After a long pause, he still remained rooted in spot. A little scoff escaped his lips, and then he started again.
“Juushimatsu, don’t you feel tired?”
In one quick, almost shadowlike motion, a sharp pain was struck at the back of Juushimatsu’s neck, knocking him out.
“I think you need some rest.”
The process was smooth. The nurses took Juushimatsu away for a while, tending to his wounds while Osomatsu sat outside the office, patiently waiting by the hallway.
By the pure chance of luck did he win jackpot on Pachinko almost three days ago. He didn’t think he’d have to use it now, but the cost of a trip was more than a fortune he could afford. Somehow, he’d have to get the money to pay -
Wait a second, Osomatsu started to smirk to himself, eyes flashing a dangerous red. I can just make deals with people. Easy as that.
Coughing to himself right after, he shrugged. It won’t be easy, but he’ll have to hide the fact Juushimatsu’s injured somehow from his brothers. Especially that damn second son.
Waiting for Juushimatsu to come out, he patiently started to text on his phone.
Jyushimatsu was poked and prodded, asked a million of questions, but he answered them the only way he knew: By making a lot of different faces, trying to lift the mood. The doctor seemed to have given up on him after a while, but Jyushimatsu caught traces of words, namely, “inhuman force” and “can’t be from something as small as a ball!”. He wondered if they were watching baseball. He had to practice harder then! Then he could throw balls that would make people think this way!
The doctors placed his arm in yet another cast. Once he was done, Jyushimatsu waltzed out of the office, rushing into the lobby for Osomatsu. Along the way he kept yelling Okinawa, earning a few glares and displeased looks from passer bys.
“Osomatsu-niisan! I’m out! Let’s go Okinawa! And then we can eat! Look at my arm! It’s like a bat now! I can hit baseballs with it! Neh neh Osomatsu-niisan when do we leave for Okinawa when when when?!”
Juushimatsu’s booming voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Quickly tapping sent, he placed his cellphone into his pocket and whistled. “That took quite a while now didn’t it?” he rubbed his nose with his index finger, grinning. Seeing the cast, he whistled.
“Well, now, looks like we don’t need to stay the night, so we’re going to go right away,” he got up and stretched again. “Let’s walk to the station. Come on, Juushimatsu.”
And so they did....although, by the time they had reached it had already become rush hour. Crowds of people started heading in and out of the trains, making it become a pain to go through.
“Dammit, looks like we’ll have to go through another way,” he said, feigning displeasure.
“Noooope,” Osomatsu drawled, shrugging. “We don’t need that sort of thing! Just us men. The two of us, only.”
He put a hand on Juushimatsu’s shoulder and raised his eyelids to half level. “But you aren’t going to tell anyone, okay. Not even Ichimatsu. This is going to be between the two of us, alright?” His voice was sweet, almost dangerously sweet - and just a bit, his grin was sinister.
Letting go, he stretched out his arms. “Now, let’s go. The hospital is just around the corner. After that, we’re going to Okinawa.”
Jyushimatsu was practically vibrating with excitement. Just the two of them? And he couldn’t tell anyone? That was fine with him! He could do it! And if he told anyone else… wouldn’t they want to come along with him? And that would mean Osomatsu would have to pay for everyone.
Jyushimatsu didn’t have money to pay for six people! Eh…. His pupils widened a bit as he thought, before nodding rapidly. Osomatsu was really really close. He sounded really really nice… but his smile sent chills down Jyushimatsu’s spine.
Once his shoulder was released, Jyushimatsu started to sprint forward. Okinawa! Okinawa was waiting for him! He got to go Okinawa! That place that where Osomatsu went to! Where’s the hospital, he gotta go!
Jyushimatsu turned a corner, rushing towards the hospital. “Muscle Muscle, Hustle Hustle! Okinawaaaaaa!” he yelled, running into the building.
The process was smooth. The nurses took Juushimatsu away for a while, tending to his wounds while Osomatsu sat outside the office, patiently waiting by the hallway.
By the pure chance of luck did he win jackpot on Pachinko almost three days ago. He didn’t think he’d have to use it now, but the cost of a trip was more than a fortune he could afford. Somehow, he’d have to get the money to pay -
Wait a second, Osomatsu started to smirk to himself, eyes flashing a dangerous red. I can just make deals with people. Easy as that.
Coughing to himself right after, he shrugged. It won’t be easy, but he’ll have to hide the fact Juushimatsu’s injured somehow from his brothers. Especially that damn second son.
Waiting for Juushimatsu to come out, he patiently started to text on his phone.
He turned around. The sky was dimming, and started to hide behind the buildings that surrounding them, keeping the light minimal. Half his face was hidden by shadow, but the half that was visible allowed his trademark grin to be seen.
“Right now we’ll go to the hospital and get your arm treated,” he explained bubbly as he started to walk towards Juushimatsu. His smile was never fazed each step, and his eyes were shut eerily. “But after that you and oniichan will go on a small holiday. Just you and me, my treat!”
It was growing darker. Osomatsu was grinning away as he turned around. Jyushimatsu bounced a little harder. What was his brother planning? A treat? A pachinko? A secret?
Osomatsu explained that they would go to the hospital, and get his arm treated. Oh. Okay. How was that a secret? Jyushimatsu wondered for a moment, before realizing that Osomatsu was getting closer. Jyushimatsu squinted. Was Osomatsu’s eyes closed? That seemed… weird. But he thought nothing of it the moment Osomatsu spoke again.
A trip! Holiday! Yay! “Okinawa! Let’s go Okinawa! Yaaaay holiday! A treat a treat! Osomatsu-niisan thank you! Yaaaaay! We can play lots and lots and eat lots of food!” Jyushimatsu danced on the spot, being a little more careful with his arm, before wrapping his good arm around Osomatsu and snuggling into him.
“Trip trip! Let’s hurry! Let’s go! Do we need to get anything?”
“Noooope,” Osomatsu drawled, shrugging. “We don’t need that sort of thing! Just us men. The two of us, only.”
He put a hand on Juushimatsu’s shoulder and raised his eyelids to half level. “But you aren’t going to tell anyone, okay. Not even Ichimatsu. This is going to be between the two of us, alright?” His voice was sweet, almost dangerously sweet - and just a bit, his grin was sinister.
Letting go, he stretched out his arms. “Now, let’s go. The hospital is just around the corner. After that, we’re going to Okinawa.”
“Come on, hurry up, Juushimatsu,” the devil urged, “It’s going to be bad if we don’t get that wound treated. Let’s go already.”
He thought about his options for a moment. While Dr Dekapan proves to be able to fix a wound quicker, he was certain the old geezer would be smart enough to deduct something about his identity. That was something he didn’t want to happen - killing him would be left as his last option, and that would raise too much suspicion.
On the other hand, an overnight stay at a hospital too would raise the other’s concerns. That was something he’d like to avoid as well - particularly the second son’s.
After a long silent stroll, with distance between them (Osomatsu was walking up the front, Juushimatsu tailing behind), he paused in his track. “Juushimatsu, can you keep a secret?” Osomatsu asked, back turned to his brother.
Jyushimatsu hurried after his brother, wondering why Osomatsu sounded so worried. For what? His arm was alright, it wasn’t as if he hadn’t broken it multiple times in the past.
They walked in silence, Jyushimatsu wondering what Osomatsu was thinking about. He looked as if he was contemplating something. Meanwhile, Jyushimatsu walked slightly behind him, cradling his arm, staring at the back of the red hoodie.
It was long and really quiet. So quiet that Jyushimatsu laughed to cover it up, at everything and anything. When Osomatsu stopped, Jyushimatsu stopped as well, tilting his head slightly.
“Secret? I can keep a secret! Like a game, right? I played a game like that with Karamatsu-niisan too! Play play! What is the secret?” he yelled out, bouncing on the spot. Another game? Would he get lollipops just like with Karamatsu? Oh, he hoped he did! Jyushimatsu wanted some sweets just about now! What great timing!
He turned around. The sky was dimming, and started to hide behind the buildings that surrounding them, keeping the light minimal. Half his face was hidden by shadow, but the half that was visible allowed his trademark grin to be seen.
“Right now we’ll go to the hospital and get your arm treated,” he explained bubbly as he started to walk towards Juushimatsu. His smile was never fazed each step, and his eyes were shut eerily. “But after that you and oniichan will go on a small holiday. Just you and me, my treat!”
“That’s true, you hit the ball,” he shurgged, “I guess it could be a pass for now.”
Once Juushimatsu raised his arm and winced in pain, while he wanted to laugh, the hue of pain seemed to increase in his chest. Why was he feeling this way? Shrugging away the negativity, he clicked his teeth. Don’t feel stupid things, Osomatsu, he thought internally, averting his eyes for a moment. These boys are nothing but tools to entertain you - tools that you apparently need to protect.
He started to feel eyes on him as he turned around and saw another pair eying them closely; a father and a son. They both had traces of concern on their features, making the devil feel repulsed at the glance. Irritating.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Juushimatsu,” Osomatsu said, voice slightly aggressive. “C’mon, it’s broken. We need to get you to the hospital or Dr. Dekapan.”
Osomatsu agreed he hit the ball! Jyushimatsu brightened up immediately, smiling wider and blushing a bit. Yay! A pass! He did it! Jyushimatsu blinked when Osomatsu averted his eyes.
“Something wrong, Osomatsu-niisan?”
He turned to the side, following Osomatsu’s gaze, and saw a father and son. Jyushimatsu raised his other hand and waved wildly. “Hello! We are playing baseball! Nice to meet you too! Let’s play! Play play play! Baseball baseball!”
Osomatsu suddenly spoke, forcing Jyushimatsu to look back at his eldest brother. He looked really scary. Kinda like really mad. Jyushimatsu fell silent for a moment, then getting up.
“Okay, Osomatsu-niisan. Let’s go!”
He turned to face the strangers, waving again.
“Bye bye! Let’s play again another day! Muscle Muscle, Hustle Hustle!”
“Come on, hurry up, Juushimatsu,” the devil urged, “It’s going to be bad if we don’t get that wound treated. Let’s go already.”
He thought about his options for a moment. While Dr Dekapan proves to be able to fix a wound quicker, he was certain the old geezer would be smart enough to deduct something about his identity. That was something he didn’t want to happen - killing him would be left as his last option, and that would raise too much suspicion.
On the other hand, an overnight stay at a hospital too would raise the other’s concerns. That was something he’d like to avoid as well - particularly the second son’s.
After a long silent stroll, with distance between them (Osomatsu was walking up the front, Juushimatsu tailing behind), he paused in his track. “Juushimatsu, can you keep a secret?” Osomatsu asked, back turned to his brother.
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Another crack.
When he heard the crack, he suppressed the urge to sigh in satisfaction. It sure hit the spot he aimed accurately. At least now he knows he still has his precision and aim still perfect; he was worried he’d become rusty after moving into this world.
Although, once the younger brother slipped onto the ground, there was a twinge of pain that reverberated across his chest. He flinched a bit, a genuine worried frown filling his expression when he saw a glimpse of the arm swelling.
“A-ah, Juushimatsu,” he started, his voice breaking just a bit at his name. Which was stupid, since he shouldn’t be feeling things like guilt. “I’m sorry. Hold on, stay right there.”
While he approached the younger, the ball going ignored, he had an intention in mind. His plot consisted of furthening the wound by squeezing it, dislodging the bone completely, however… another portion of him was telling him to just simply massage it lightly, hoping to ease the pain just a bit.
“Let me see that.”
Jyushimatsu’s grip on his arm tightened slightly,
Slight anger flared up, before curling back down, dormant and quiet. Something was nagging at Jyushimatsu from behind, but he just didn’t know what. He winced as his grip tightened a little too tight, and gently released it.
“Ah? Osomatsu-niisan, it’s okay! I’m alright! Let’s keep going! But i hit the ball! Did you see it! I didn’t disappoint you! I’m good at baseball! Muscle Muscle, Hustle H-” Jyushimatsu attempted to raise his arms in an attempt to do his catchphrase, but the pain made him stop suddenly and drop his arm back down. Ah… it hurt a lot.
Osomatsu came over, telling him to show him his wound. Jyushimatsu stared at him, blinking, before slowly raising his arm to Osomatsu. “It’s okay, really, Osomatsu-niisan! Nothing to worry about!”
“That’s true, you hit the ball,” he shurgged, “I guess it could be a pass for now.”
Once Juushimatsu raised his arm and winced in pain, while he wanted to laugh, the hue of pain seemed to increase in his chest. Why was he feeling this way? Shrugging away the negativity, he clicked his teeth. Don’t feel stupid things, Osomatsu, he thought internally, averting his eyes for a moment. These boys are nothing but tools to entertain you - tools that you apparently need to protect.
He started to feel eyes on him as he turned around and saw another pair eying them closely; a father and a son. They both had traces of concern on their features, making the devil feel repulsed at the glance. Irritating.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Juushimatsu,” Osomatsu said, voice slightly aggressive. “C’mon, it’s broken. We need to get you to the hospital or Dr. Dekapan.”
The sight of the red slowly increasing along the fabric of Juushimatsu’s sleeve made the corners of his lips twitch upwards, a smirk threatening to form. But he needed restraint; he needs some patience. It would be much more enjoyable to watch the whole process of his smile falling.
Making no effort to stop the bleeding aside from a rather forceful shove of Juushimatsu’s head to tilt upwards, Osomatsu walked a bit further to find the ball.
“Oh, really? Alright, I’ll do it again. Make sure you prove me wrong, Juushimatsu, otherwise I’ll be pretty disappointed in believing you were good,” he chose his words carefully, wiping the blood from the ball with his jacket, “Batttter up! In one, two….”
And he threw, with the same speed as the first - maybe even faster. This time he aimed for his arm.
A forceful shove of his head to tilt upwards, but it did nothing to stop the bleeding, though it stopped slightly. Jyushimatsu readjusted his head, pushing himself to stand up as Osomatsu picked up the ball. Again? Already? Jyushimatsu grabbed his bat from the floor. Osomatsu seemed a little happy? At least, that was the vibe he was getting from the red brother. Jyushimatsu got ready to hit the ball, twitching when Osomatsu spoke.
Ah.
He was the best at baseball! He had to be able to do it! He would be able to do it! Jyushimatsu told himself as such, as he readied his bat again. As Osomatsu counted down, Jyushimatsu focused on the ball in Osomatsu’s hand.
It came flying. Jyushimatsu swung, then realized, that Osomatsu had aimed the ball wrong.
It wasn’t supposed to go towards the arm, right?
The ball rammed into his arm, and Jyushimatsu heard a faint crack. The ball flew off into another direction, but Jyushimatsu didn’t move. His bat fell to the floor with a thud, then Jyushimatsu dropping to his knees and clutching his left arm. Tears was starting to form around his eyes, but he kept smiling all the way.
“Ahaha… Osomatsu-niisan! The ball flew! It flew! I hit it!” he looked up at his brother for approval, his eyes shining with tears.
Though not with his bat… at what cost?
Another crack.
When he heard the crack, he suppressed the urge to sigh in satisfaction. It sure hit the spot he aimed accurately. At least now he knows he still has his precision and aim still perfect; he was worried he’d become rusty after moving into this world.
Although, once the younger brother slipped onto the ground, there was a twinge of pain that reverberated across his chest. He flinched a bit, a genuine worried frown filling his expression when he saw a glimpse of the arm swelling.
“A-ah, Juushimatsu,” he started, his voice breaking just a bit at his name. Which was stupid, since he shouldn’t be feeling things like guilt. “I’m sorry. Hold on, stay right there.”
While he approached the younger, the ball going ignored, he had an intention in mind. His plot consisted of furthening the wound by squeezing it, dislodging the bone completely, however... another portion of him was telling him to just simply massage it lightly, hoping to ease the pain just a bit.
“Let me see that.”
Crack. His ears twitched delightfully at the sound. It was contenting.
When Juushimatsu fell, he let his eyes gleam a stark red for a moment, bursting into laughter with his fangs bared into the open. Immediately though, he shut his mouth and coughed, mimicking a gentle smile on his features while he approached his younger brother.
With the blood dripping like a river down his nose, Osomatsu resisted the urge to snicker. Now this was a sight he liked to see. Although, he did feel slightly irritated at how the younger managed to maintain such an optimistic exterior. Truly too pure for his liking.
“Oi, oi, oi, your nose is dripping, you should’ve been quicker to hit or to dodge,” he laced his words with fabricated concern, “I thought you were better than this, Juushimatsu! I’m disappointed.”
Jyushimatsu sat up, rubbing his nose. His yellow sleeves steadily grew red as he rubbed, harder and harder. Oh… it wasn’t stopping. It kept going and going and going. Jyushimatsu pressed his sleeves to his nose, then looked up at Osomatsu. Disappointed?
Oh.
He looked back down at his bat next to him. Disappointed. Osomatsu-niisan was disappointed in him. So he could do better? Jyushimatsu looked back at Osomatsu, his smile appearing slightly smaller.
“It was really fast! I didn’t think! So I couldn’t dodge! But I’ll get better! Somehow! I will do it! And then I’ll take those balls and make them fly even further than today! That’s what I’ll do!” he cheered, raising one bloodstained sleeve up above his head, waving it about.
“It isn’t stopping! It’s gushing like a river!” he whimpered slightly, trying to plug his nose. It hurt! But it was getting better. Now if the blood would stop.
“Osomatsu-niisan! Wait for me and I’ll stop this and we can do it again! Fast ball fast ball! Where did you learn how to pitch like that?”
The sight of the red slowly increasing along the fabric of Juushimatsu’s sleeve made the corners of his lips twitch upwards, a smirk threatening to form. But he needed restraint; he needs some patience. It would be much more enjoyable to watch the whole process of his smile falling.
Making no effort to stop the bleeding aside from a rather forceful shove of Juushimatsu’s head to tilt upwards, Osomatsu walked a bit further to find the ball.
“Oh, really? Alright, I’ll do it again. Make sure you prove me wrong, Juushimatsu, otherwise I’ll be pretty disappointed in believing you were good,” he chose his words carefully, wiping the blood from the ball with his jacket, “Batttter up! In one, two....”
And he threw, with the same speed as the first - maybe even faster. This time he aimed for his arm.