| CATASTROPHIC |
CHAPTER ONE : AKAZA Part One : Communication
FANDOM : Demon Slayer | Yandere | Reverse Isakai LOVE INTREASTS : Muzan Kibutsuji | Kokushibō | Dōma | Akaza | PLATONIC INTREASTS :
SYNOPSIS : It's not his hunger that's the problem, it's the lack of communication. But no worries, modern day problems, require modern solutions.
Laying against the couch, I was captivated by the ceiling. If only to avoid dealing with the outlier of my world.
Watching as three moths hovered around the light. Beating their wings, bumping into another, and the disk. So close to the light they craved, but unable to touch it.
'What has my life come to?' It was a question I couldn't answer. 'I have a demon. A demon in my living room. A demon who, broke in and now, is lingering.' The grimace on my face deeped.
There was a weight in my chest, one that refuses to go away or lift. But grew heavyer as I recalled how Akaza acted.
How his face pulled in apprehension at any little thing he didn't understand. Which mind you, was everything. But it was like he had it out especially for my phone.
He seemed to be sizing the device up. Deciding if it was some sort of threat or not.
And when I spoke into it, when he heard another persons voice. I amazed myself with how I fended Akaza off.
A burdened sigh heaved from my chest.
I felt bad for calling in. Even worse for making the call so short. Especially how abrupt it was for the time. But I couldn't afford to leave a demon in my house unattented.
'Not that he'd stay.' Resting my eyes, I had a feel that even if I were to restrain him, somehow he'd still end up following me.
Pursing my lips, the idea was disturbing.
Leaning forwards, I dunked my head in my hands. Staring at the messy coffee table, I chuckled dryly.
"This reads like terrible fanfiction." I mused. But there wasn't anything to be amused by.
Peeking at Akaza from the coner of my eye. His face was strung in apprehension. His shoulders stiff, body although standing straight, was posed, ready to leap into a fight at any moment.
And his brows, pinched together, lips purced and his eyes. Shivering they were locked right on me; I fled away, gazing down at his hands, my heart stuttered as I noted they were wounded tightly.
Retreating away from his form, 'It's best if I don't look.' I summed up to the best conclusion. I returned staring at the table.
Swallowing my nerves, my fingers hooked under my hairtie as I pulled, easing the tention from my scalp and freeing my hair.
'I don't think he's here to kill me.' I stated it like a fact, rather than an observation, and I beleived it. However, that alone caused me to pause.
It's not as comforting as I thought it'd be.
But I guess being alive is better than dying. I mean, come on. What if it wasn't Akaza in my house but someone else?
My tonuge darted out. 'I'd rather not think about that.'
Holding back the groan, there was another thing that I couldn't understand, how was I this calm?
'Shouldn't I be freaking out?' That's how most people would react, right?
Like, there's a man eating monster in my living room for God sakes. I should be running, fighting with my all, or a snivelling mess on the floor--pleading for my life. But I'm not.
He and I, we're just exsisting.
And sure I did scream. And tried to throw the closest thing I had, but even before that. Wasn't the correct responce to a home invasion, is to hide and call the police?
"I really should do that." I mummbed. After all, Akaza is a murderer, and a theif, and among many other things, he's a demon.
'He's more intimidating in person than I thought.' Humming critically, I concluded that the police would be a waisted effort. And an awful idea to begin with.
Suddenly, the world dimmed in the shape of Akaza.
I didn't even hear him move, let alone see him! He's so damn quick, quiet in his footfalls, it's just another reminder of how dangerous he really is.
Jolting with a gasp, my entire body tensed, back pressing further into the couch.
Our eyes met again.
And for a moment it was quiet. Neither of us spoke.
My mouth felt dry, an uncomfortable lump had formed in the back of my throat. Making itself home as an unwelcomed guest.
But then Akaza opened his mouth. And the words tumbled out, he spoke in that same, firm but soft tone. It was as if he was trying to soften himself, to seem more harmless than he really was. But with no way to understand, I didn't know what to do.
'God, I wish I knew how to speak Japanese, this'd make understanding him... a whole... lot--oh for the love of God!' Hissing out a curse, the heel of my palm connected with my forhead as it just hit me.
My phone--Google!
My fingers found perches in the strands of my hair. "Why, why didn't I think of this before?" I bemoaned.
Akaza alarmed by my sudden change, didn't know what to do other than tense up again.
But I ignored him. Well, as much as I could, seeing as it's hard to block out a looming predator such as himself.
Desperately, my hands slid over the surface of the couch, down the cracks and at the back. My hands then fled to my pockets, where my phone sat snuggly within.
Fishing the device out, my fingers still trembled as I entered the pin number.
Going back and forth, my heart dropped at the glint in Akaza's eyes. At the way his fingers twitched, and muscles constrict. Sheilding my phone from his eyes, haistily putting my hand up.
"Wait, wait, wait!" I cried out, hoping this gesture in all languages shared the same meaning.
And it seems so, as Akaza paused. He didn't move, but his fingers twicthed. And that was all I needed as I opened Google.
My heart hammered in my chest, screaming and kicking against my ribs as that weight grew heavyer. It was long overdue for a conversation. At least one where the two of us could understanding another.
I needed something, anything, to bridge the gap.
Once I was in, my fingers flew across the screen, pressing the keys with reckless abandoned.
"Who are you? | あなたは誰ですか?" My phone, with the volume on the highest setting spoke aloud. It's robotic tone dull in the air, but enough to catch Akaza off guard.
'God that question was stupid.' Bemoaning my lack of creativity. It was the first thing I could think of under my panic. The longer I took, the more antsy this baker of a demon got.
But it was more than enough, I could see how Akaza’s eyes lit up instantly. The recognition flickering across his face as he remained standing.
He listened intently, as a short--sort of low chuckle to slip out from him.
"…アカザ. | Akaza." He spoke, astounded, though somewhat confused as he tapped his bare chest.
It was hard to swallow. A part of me kind of hoped; as silly as it is, that he really was, just some confused cosplayer.
But he wasn't. Just hearing him confirm it, acknowlegde himself; he was the real Akaza.
Who stood in my home, chatting to me, sharing my space. It made that weight within my chest suddenly snap, plunging as the reality around me crash down harder.
My breathing was short, but my fingers worked faster than my mind could keep up with.
"Why are you here? | なぜここにいるのですか?"
The voice of google hung in the air after that. Allowing for a tense silence to permeate.
Akaza didn't answer. Not right away; he stared at me, the expression on his face eased.
And yet, something deep. Something primal within me picked up on the underlining sharpness beneath it. Like a blade hidden in silk; Akaza shuffled closer.
My breath hitched as his hand raised. Slowly, not at all fast--at first I worried he was after my phone again. But he moved beyond it, he was reaching out towards me.
I wanted to move, to run, to swat his hand way. But I couldn't, my body refused to move.
Like a deer in a pair of headlights, all I could do was watch.
A whimper slipped out, holding onto my phone so tightly, I thought I heard the metal groan.
I waited for his touch. A poke of death, a spear through the chest--anything. But I wasn't expecting his fingers to graze my cheek. Like a ghosts kiss, he moved to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear.
And we stayed like this, as if time held no meaning. His fingers mingled, palm so close to my cheek, I could feel the warmth raidating from him.
His brows furrowed once again. Not out of frustration, or anger, or even at an unseen threat. But they reflected reconition.
He saw my fear, and I saw it in his eyes. How my stare was too honest, how my face was painted in it.
But Akaza didn't pull away, neather did he push on forwards. Instead he remained, kept his fingers curled behind my ear, tangled in my hair as his lips curled into a faint smile.
"綺麗…” It came out as a near whisper.
I didn't know what it was, or what it meant. But either it was the way he spoke it, or that gleam in his eye, or the way he smiled. Told me all I neeeded to know.
A compliment. Whispered like gospel, but underneath, a cold hard undertone of possession.
Something he decided, maybe on a whim, or a reflection of a forgotten past. He chose. I was his.
Google's robotic voice rung out, driving the silence away as it spoke my question aloud.
"What did you say? | なんて言ったの?"
Unblinking, Akaza leaned down, closer to the phone now. Not in tention, but curiosity, amazement as he peered at the glowing box of text. One English, the other Japanese.
His lips curled, for the first time since being here, his smile widened. Larger and larger until it was a full blown grin. He pointed to his lips, he wanted to anwser.
It was as simple as pressing a little icon on the screen. And with it glowly, I held the speaker closer to his mouth.
His eyes were quick to snap back to mine, as if he wanted to retain my attention. He tapped at his bare chest again, then pointed towards me; my stomach holllowed out as he then spoke.
"Beautiful."
My lungs seized, and died in my throat.
His accent was thick, but unmistakable. Driving the fact home that, he knew some English, enough so to make a bold statement such as that.
My phone slipped, landing somewhere in my lap.
It hit me like a trailer train all over again. He may not be here to hurt me--or even slaughter me like a bore. But he wasn't intreasted in leaving either.
His eyes, those inhuman pearls of fractured blue and yellow blazed. Buring with something far worse than contempt or even malice. It's been glinting in there all along.
Possession.
PROLOGUE Part 01 -> CHAPTER ONE : Akaza Part 02 : Uneasy Company
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