#4 Cut Differently from the Same Cloth
ꕥ the third upper moon appears in a different timeline, a different country but with similar problems. with different types of hunters and demons. how does he interact with the world? with this world's own demons? <bullet point form hcs/stories idk>
wc: 2.5k (not proofread)
extra: FUCK THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE JULY, IM SORRY FOR THE DELAY, I JUST REALLY DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE THIS PART + SORRY IF THIS IS LOOKS RUSHED... IT IS BUT HOPEFULLY I CAN MAKE SOMETHING HAPPEN
akaza!male! reader x the saja boys | part 1 | part 2 | part 3
MASTERLIST | TAMAYO READER VER.
The air shifts.
And so do you and Abby.
You walk right up to him, your eyes burning with flames of resentment that would make the rain pour lighter out of fear.
Abby’s jaw clenches out of.. fear? Most likely. But there was something so evocative about the way you stared him down.
The air itself around you holds its breath, the other boys look at the two of you.
Despite your still body, no one can miss the arch in your eyebrows, bending in nothing but hatred for the man who sat in front of you.
“I have to applaud you Abby, in all of my existence, I never hated anything more than weak people,” you start, tone ice cold, a shiver runs through Abby’s pulse- he hides it well.
“But then you showed up, and you showed me the existence of another shade of humanity that disgusts me far more than just weakness,”
You pause, narrowing your eyes in disdain, words burned off your tongue and into your breath like poison.
“Insecure people.”
That strikes Kwang’s pride like a fatal blow.
Abby remembers his human life, the way he thought he was the top of the world, the way he was shot down, the way he was humbled, the way he killed his own officer, the way he resented his older brother- even in his dying moments.
All this time, Abby hated one thing above all else- weakness.
But he fails to realize that after all this time, his actions ooze with that feeling especially, specifically the blend of insecurity. But because of his strength, he never felt the need to come to terms with his immaturity.
His constant, bitching need to be the best out of all of them, how he can’t hold his tongue whenever someone else gets awarded, his petty nature, his horrible attitude, his pride that was rounded up in a few hundred places.
And you weren’t afraid to call him out, to cause problems for him. A feat that has been avoided by many because they knew if they spoke ill of Abby, he wouldn’t be afraid to establish his place as the strongest amongst them.
But you, you were the strongest one without a doubt, you had no issue calling Abby out on his pathetic act, you had your pride for a reason.
Abby did not.
And that crushed him.
Demonic patterns blaze in a violent magenta hue, anger sparks like two blades clashing into each other, Kwang shoots up out of his seat.
“When I showed up? Don’t make me laugh, you don’t belong here.” He jabs a bold finger at your collarbone, you don’t budge.
“You were the one who played dirty in a fight where you weren’t even in,” you hiss, widening your eyes in defiance. A toxin that existed for the sole purpose to anger injected your words and pained Abby.
“I don’t know why you’d start problems with me when I’m the one who can regenerate limbs in a single second, while you need your pathetic little demon king to heal you.” You swat his hands so fast his left hand falls off with a clean slice.
Mystery told you that fact.
Gwi-Ma’s flames flare at the mention of his name when you address him.
He didn’t account that you had a demon progenitor of your own and you knew that demons were given nothing, instructions and materials were almost always given by their leader.
But would that mean you would decrease the blame for Abby?
Fuck no.
Abby’s eyes flicker with pain at the swift attack, Romance gags at the hand as the limb lands right next to his freshly manicured one.
“You couldn’t deal with me having one damn rule for myself, and stuck your nose where it doesn’t belong.” You continue, another slice.
Now Abby had lost his entire left arm. From his shoulder to his finger tips, sliced clean off.
He winces. Trying to save the face of a man who’s already fallen from grace.
You don’t even flinch.
“For such a big man, you sure act like a scared mouse.”
The conversation ends there.
He was lucky he only lost an arm.
That's what all five Saja boys thought unanimously.
Before you turn the corner back to your room, you tilt your head about an inch towards him.
“Dirty tricks are for sore losers who can’t accept they lost.”
That was directed to two people this time: both Abby and Gwi-Ma.
Who was right now raging in the underworld, but it just looks like a spoiled child being told “no”, all the demons around him wince and cower.
When you disappear behind the corner, Abby glances at his chopped off arm, by now it was burning with the flames of Gwi-Ma.
And soon, he’s burnt too.
His surroundings now no longer the nighttime apartment but the gravelly sands and the dreary desert of the underworld, standing in front of his king with one limb missing for everyone to see.
He continues to burn for hours.
Hellfire scorching his invincible but not unfeeling skin, his patterns and his past drawing scars onto his skin like it was a canvas of a violent artist.
Back upstairs, some time passes. The group is too tense to speak comfortably.
Jinu just chalks it up to ‘this has to happen’ and ‘he needs to grow the fuck up’.
Out of the four of them, Mystery has the least amount of sympathy for the pink haired demon with angled eyebrows.
He knows that you could probably most definitely erase Abby out of existence if you genuinely did a hand to hand combat in a fight. And that's why you held back, because you knew and somehow still respected the mission they had going on for them.
Abby realized all of that too just too late. And Mystery knew that he knew.
Romance was in awe of your strength, even if it was executed in a less than comfortable way.
You were just an infinity train of surprises, and he couldn’t wait for the next one to pop out and shock him.
Baby was pretty much on the same side as the others. It was clear that you were the lesser evil, and for breaking your one and only moral code of not fighting women, he thinks you let him off… decently?
He doesn’t know, you just confuse him.
He curls in his bed at the thought of you getting mad at him. But he blasts shitty pop music to mute his thoughts.
Romance felt bad for Abby at one point until Mystery had corrected him on what actually happened, which made his face wrinkle unpleasantly.
He knows all about people crossing non-negotiable boundaries like it was a simple jump rope game. And he never really cared when others would fuck with others or if he crossed their’s because in the past, no one respected his.
But this just bristled him a tiny bit, maybe he was a little biased towards you and your good looks. You were just existing after all, he thinks that if you had the choice, you wouldn’t leave your world.
They all seemed to forget that you didn’t come by choice.
Maybe the constant disturbance of your peace just reminded him of his first few months in the royal court when he was sold off.
It makes him hum solemnly.
If that was the case, he could somewhat understand how you felt.
Meanwhile the others were returning to their nightly routine without their fifth member, you had other plans than to sit out for the night this time.
Two polite knocks on Mystery’s door.
He opens it.
And behind his lavender pearl shade bangs, his eyes widened to see you at his doorway. Your expression now calmer and softer, not a trace of anger you displayed earlier in sight in front of him right now.
You just looked determined.
“Those girls looked like the hunters you talked about.”
Mystery knew where this was going, and he looked down at the ground briefly before sighing lightly.
Sometimes he wondered how exactly they were similar beings, you were so noble for a fucking man killing machine.
The air is light when Mystery sighs, tilting his head towards you.
Your expression stays solemn, serious, concentrated.
Clearly, you both had some moral gaps to fill and understand for you both only understood each other to an extent- of course. Relationships don’t bloom overnight.
“You wanna apologize to the hunters?”
There’s a small pause, Mystery grows a bit more serious.
“They hunt demons.” he says it flat out, you knew, but then again- they couldn’t hunt you so who cares.
Mystery did.
Sure, the hunters were women and your moral code had been broken, but they still hunted demons like Mystery, and to see you want to apologize to them felt a bit absurd.
Yes, he was a bit biased, how could he not be?
His life before becoming a demon was ruined by humans, they burned his home and his second home- the forest, and killed every animal that he held close to his heart just because they thought he was going to kill them. When all he had been doing was trying to live his damn life.
After turning into a demon, his existence didn’t get that much better either, with Gwi-Ma constantly yakking in his ear about his sorry excuse of a life and watching other demons destroy everything because they went insane years ago.
And you were going to apologize to the same people that are the reason why he has to learn how to dance and sing when he would rather be rotting in hell? Where at least he doesn’t have to face the very things that killed everything he loved?
He already didn’t like having to share space with these bastards in a place like Earth no less, he didn’t need any more reminders of his sorry past, Gwi-Ma was already being annoying, wanting to take all the souls.
Mystery already had nothing to live for besides serving his king, it was miserable and never ending, but he had no choice.
Both sides of the coin absolutely disgusted him.
But you? You were different, you had morals, manners, strength, a personality.
You were a demon, but better than everyone else he’s met.
Please don’t make this hard for him too.
You wouldn’t budge.
You were stubborn on your morals which meant you’d be stubborn about this too, and it made Mystery a bit mad.
He couldn’t explain it to himself.
It was the feeling of: “Don’t fucking apologize, it’s not your fault, Abby did everything, plus you shouldn’t be going out, Jinu doesn’t want that. But more importantly, I don’t want you to be spending any more time on this.”
Don’t you understand?
Seung was so mad at Kwang because he crossed your boundaries despite doing not much to actually make him upset- he was mad that people could do nothing wrong but still be fucked over.
The incident reminded him of his past.
That's just it.
He doesn’t want you to keep wasting even more time on this incident by thinking about it, he wants the atmosphere to go back to normal, without Abby. He didn’t see you for three days and the last thing he wanted to keep discussing was this.
He wants to keep talking to you about his day, teach you things about this world, learn about yours.
Why did you have to be so tough?
Mystery purses his lips, he couldn’t do it.
He shuts the door on you.
You click your tongue but don’t poke at him further, and you turn on your heel, sensing another body approaching the hall.
You both meet at the bathroom entrance.
Romance.
“He wouldn’t take you? I’m not surprised, he has the biggest grudge against humans out of all of us.”
“You all don’t?”
Romance looks at you, arching an eyebrow as he walks into the bathroom and towards the sink.
“Not as strong as his.” He answers, not turning to you as he puts away his nail polish materials.
The sound of cluttering fills the air
“Why do you not hurt women?” He asks, his tone isn’t accusing or demeaning, just curious. The softness even surprises Romance himself.
“It never felt right.” you answer, this could be a sensitive reply but you weren’t blind- Romance might be a womanizer, but you’ve dealt with Douma for well over centuries, and they were nothing alike.
The pink haired demon was a bit more genuine with you, while Douma never cared about sincerity in his questions.
From the bathroom, Romance hummed, “Really now, maybe it has something to do with your human life.”
You blink at the mention of your human life, you had no memories of it. But now that someone else said it, it felt like it made a bit more sense.
But now wasn’t the time to ponder about a past life.
“Would you take me to the hunters?”
There’s a sputter of laughter from Romance, a kind shake of his head that signified a “no” from him, it made your eyebrows lower, slightly annoyed at two rejections in a row.
“Dear, I’m not trying to get killed, I still have routines to memorize. I can show you what it looks like, but I’m afraid Jinu would have my head if I took you out.”
He looks back at you, his charming smile taking shape on his face, “Besides, if I did that you’d owe me a makeup session.”
You don’t hide your grimace. He chuckles, bringing his fingers to his lips.
“You’re on your own dear. But if you are in the mood for anything else, you can hit me up on that..!” He offers with a sly wink.
Your body is already turned away, giving him a silent rejection, but Romance is undeterred, smiling as normal, he types something behind you and taps your shoulder. Turning your shoulder, you look at the screen, it shows a tall building with an iconic ‘H’ logo in lights.
Well, at least he actually helped you on your conquest to go apologize to the ladies you’ve wounded.
Speaking of which, when you arrive, they’re all sitting on the couch, discussing your existence, ironically enough.
They’re surprised and displeased to see your striped face, all three sheathing out of the honmoon strings.
But you made no move, separated by their window, you merely stood outside, a blank and solemn look on your face.
The three hunters all shared uneasy looks with one another.
Then you bowed.
Not the usual one you’d do to Muzan with your knuckles digging into the ground, but with both your knees folded onto the ground, almost in a child position.
A minute passes, you don’t move, but the girls get rid of their weapons, seeing that you had no intent to intrude, or even speak.
You just.. Bowed.
And while Mira and Rumi were still perturbed by your previous encounter, Zoey’s palms lay flat on their window, just staring at you with a mix of emotion in her eyes.
Confusion, understanding, anger.
No one could blame her, but she just taps on the glass, earning your attention, she just nods with a merciful squint in her eyes.
And in the glow of her brown eyes, you saw a new light shine, the sun.
You left with another deep bow.
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