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1. Move

They have been living in their new apartment for several weeks now. Yet Arakita still hasn't seen Shinkai uphold his part of the deal, and he lets him know that occasionally.

"Oi, Shinkai," he starts while they are eating breakfast. His boyfriend hums in reply while eating his cereal and reading the journal at the same time. "What about the kingsize bed?"

Shinkai looks up at Arakita. "Yasutomo, we have measured the room. It most likely won't fit." Arakita, not being pleased with this answer, lets out a huffy sigh and takes another bite of his own cereal.

"What if we move the closets out?" ("Yasutomo, don't speak with your mouth full.") Shinkai looks at Arakita with amusement as he swallows his food. "I saw one that will fit in the room if we move the closets out."

Shinkai knows how much Arakita wants a kingsize bed. Ever since they moved out from the dorms with the small beds, he has been repeating the request.

"Where are we going to put the closets then?"

Arakita blinks and looks around, as if searching for a possible spot to put the closets. "There must be a spot somewhere," Shinkai hears Arakita mumbling.

Shinkai smiles and stands up, taking his empty bowl and putting it in the sink. The other is still looking around to search for a spot, forgetting about his cereal.

"Yasutomo, I'm going out for a few hours. You don't have to go anywhere, right?" Arakita waves in respond, still looking for places to put the closets. Shinkai smiles as he takes his keys and jacket and walks out of the apartment.

A few hours later after finding multiple spots for the closets, Arakita lies on the couch, watching television, when he feels his phone buzz. He pulls the phone out of his pocket and answers it.

"Yes?"

"Yasutomo, can you come downstairs to help me carry some stuff?" Arakita frowns as he hears his boyfriend's voice.

"Haah? Stuff for what?"

The other laughs as he answers. "Just come and help me, okay?"

Arakita lets out a scoff and stands up. "Fine, fine, I'm coming," he says, and goes out of the room without keys, knowing that the other will have keys with him.

There are a lot of things that Arakita suspects Shinkai has bought, but the multiple boxes that are standing against the wall near the other don't say much.

"Shinkai, what the hell did you get?"

His boyfriend doesn't answer his question, but instead taps an etiquette on one of the boxes. Arakita raises an eyebrow and squats down to read the etiquette.

"MALM Ottoman bed, length: 199 cm," Arakita mumbles as it suddenly hits him. Shinkai smiles as Arakita looks up at him (he swears he sees a bit of excitement in the other's eyes).

"Come on, Yasutomo, lets get this upstairs so we can move the closets out."

This is the first time that Shinkai sees his boyfriend getting into action so quickly, to move the parts for the kingsize bed upstairs.

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2.Mythological

It was not like Shinkai Hayato was an idiot. He did know the difference between a good idea and a bad idea. The thing was, he rather did things on impulse.

Some of them had good outcomes, while others... had not so good ones.

So, as the good friend that he is, Toudou Jinpachi, god of the mountains, will tell him: Hayato, kidnapping the son of the goddess of nature is not a good idea. I know, you living here in the Underworld is a bit lonely, but there are other ways to bring some joy down here, like decorating the place a bit - but not kidnapping the guy.

But that was not the first thing that came out of his mouth.

"Hayato, he's just a 5."

"Out of 5?" The other asked, a bit amused by his friend. The two sat in the Underworld, quite far away from the souls streaming through, much to Toudou's joy.

He had always found the whole guiding-the-souls-down a bit macabre.

Toudou pulled a face and hissed: "No, out of 10." Shinkai chuckled as he took a sip of his tea.

Shinkai enjoyed Toudou's company a lot. He always knew everything that was going on up there and it was nice that he told Shinkai about it.

Yet lately he talked more about a certain Maki-chan (who apparently looked like a jewel beetle), so the change of subject was a pleasant change. No offense to 'Maki-chan', Shinkai thought, but he liked to talk about different stuff too.

"Besides, why him? There a lot of people out there who are," Toudou paused to think of a word to describe the person in question. The only thing that popped up was: "Not him." The other hummed in reply.

"He just caught my attention, that's all."

The person in question was the son of the goddess of nature, Arakita Yasutomo.

While the 'stereotypical' image of nature gods were more serene, elegant, beautiful (decided by someone's way too high and weird standards, they could not all suspect them to be some sort of supermodel), Arakita was everything that was not stereotypical.

He was loud, crude and knew more curse words than any sailor alive. Shinkai thought that it was his charm. And if he had to be honest, he found Arakita to be quite handsome too, no matter what his friend said.

"Hayato, as your friend, I do have to say: don't go and kidnap him."

Now, if only Shinkai had listened to Toudou.

A few weeks later, when Toudou came to check up on Shinkai, he did not suspect, yet had to expect it somewhat, that he would be greeted by loud cursing and a chair thrown near his feet. He looked around and saw Shinkai, hunched over behind a table.

On the other side of the table stood Arakita Yasutomo, son of the godess of nature and more pissed than he had ever seen him before. And yet Shinkai acted like nothing serious was going on.

"Yo, Jinpachi."

So much for being the voice of reason to the god of the Underworld.

"Shinkai Hayato, what did I tell you?"

Shinkai put his hand to his chin and actually looked like he was thinking. Toudou twitched and thought that the other was messing with him. "God damnit, Hayato, you know full well what I told you!"

"So you mean you knew about this, head band idiot?!"

While the 2 gods from above started to discuss with each other about what he had done, Shinkai just reached out behind him to pull out an energy bar and started to eat it.

"I was just minding my own business, a few weeks ago, when he-" Arakita pointed agressively at the redhead, who was now looking at them with the energy bar in his mouth. "-suddenly dragged me away to this hell hole. Forcing me to eat these seeds, which are gross as fuck."

"Shinkai, you did not. And you forced him?!" Toudou looked, unamused, at his friend, who just shrugged.

"I just put the bowl with seeds in front of him. He was the one who ate them."

"Hayato, we talked about this, who knows what she will do now. And how much did he eat?"

Shinkai swallowed the bit of energy bar he had in his mouth. "Apparently she already sent me a letter saying she will make it freeze." He pointed upwards. "Up there, as long as I keep him here." The redhead cleaned his lips. "And 6 or so?"

Toudou could not believe what he was hearing. "She will freeze and 6- Hayato, for goodness sake, take him back up before it is too late and he has to stay here forever!" The last bit was hissed out, and the redhead pouted.

"But he just got here."

"He has been here for weeks now. Weeks, Hayato."

Arakita twitched when he heard the 2 talking, and thought that if the other wouldn't let him go, he would give him a hard time.

A very fucking hard time.

He would make him pay for letting him eat those seeds.

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3.Mirror

The hallways were dark. The standing clock rang its bells 3 times, letting everyone know that it was 3 a.m. It was the only sound, with the expected rain, that went through the old house he heard that was the usual thing.

Yet there was this banging sound, and he could not explain where it was coming from.

Ignoring the next 5 bangs that rang through the house, he shot up, annoyed, after the sixth bang. He ran his hand through his black hair and got out of bed.

He let out a small shiver as his foot touched the cold floor. The man stretched as he walked out of his room. He realized that the hallway was much colder than the soft comfort of his own bed.

The fact that he was just wearing a shirt and shorts meant that he wasn't very warm either.

The banging was louder now and he mumbled, annoyed, about people not respecting others trying to sleep.

The man let out a big yawn as he made his way to the front door, when he realised something.

The banging was not coming from the door.

He frowned as he turned his head the other way. It was really peculiar; the banging came from completly the opposite direction.

From what he could remember, the only things lying there were old stuff the previous owners forgot to take along and a mirror, where a cloth was draped over to cover it.

'Maybe a window flew open,' he thought, knowing how old this house was and that not all locks on the windows had been replaced with new ones yet. He walked towards the room where the man had put all the remaining things that weren't his.

The door creaked louder than the steps he took into the room. Now he could hear the banging loud and clear.

After making sure that the windows weren't what was making noise, the man could swear that besides the sound of the banging, he could hear a voice yelling.

With that in mind, he had a vague suspicion that it came from the covered mirror.

He took slow steps towards it as the banging became louder and louder. The man reached out to the cloth and at the same time as a flash of lightning crashed down outside, he pulled off the cloth.

He let out a loud curse, when he saw that the reflection in the mirror was not his.

The man in the mirror paused midway through banging to look in surprise at the other.

"Ah, there is someone else here."

"Holy shit."

The black haired man could not believe what he was seeing. The other smiled and rubbed his hand, which he most likely had used to bang on the mirror.

"Sorry for waking you up, but I'm in a bit of a predictment. What is your name?"

The man blinked dumbfoundly, sleep completely forgotten, and answered his question a bit unsurely. "Arakita Yasutomo."

The other smiled contentedly and bowed his head slightly. "It is nice meeting you, Yasutomo." Arakita let the sudden case of a stranger calling him with his first name pass by and nodded slightly.

"What is your name then?" Arakita asked.

"Ah yes, sorry," the other said and started to introduce himself.

"My name is Shinkai Hayato and I need your help."

"Haah?!"

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4.Exchange

Stupid Shinkai.
Stupid Shinkai who had accepted the stupid trip to- "Where the fuck are you going again?"

The other looked up from his packing and looked at Arakita. "To London, I told you earlier." Shinkai said and continued packing his bag. Arakita let out a huffy sigh and continued to grumble in his mind.

Stupid Shinkai going to stupid London, just because it would be a trip to 'broaden his horizons', or some shit like that.

He let out a second sigh and looked at the stuff that the other was packing. It was mostly clothes and items that Shinkai needed for the trip. While focusing too deeply on the bag, Arakita did not notice the read head looking up at him, amused.

"Yasutomo, you're pouting."

"I am not, you idiot. You pack like you're going to be gone for a year. What's with all the shirts?"

Shinkai searched in his closet and pulled out a sweater. "Jinpachi said it will be cold there, so I want to be prepared," he said, putting the sweater in his bag. "You know that I get cold easily."

Then stay here, idiot, where it is warmer than fucking London.

Arakita frowned at the thought and looked away from the bag to examine the room. At the moment the room was covered with clothes and other stuff, not only the usual paper wrappers from the power bars the other liked to eat.

Shinkai was humming along to a random song on the radio, which was probably a song Arakita would dislike, but at this moment, Arakita liked it.

Or maybe he was just getting corny, which was a pain in the ass. He blamed Shinkai for it. They had only started their relationship recently yet Arakita felt that his own little world had changed.

Suddenly his vision was covered and he spluttered. Pulling off what was dropped on his head, Arakita blinked. It was a sweater and a shirt. He looked up at Shinkai and raised an eyebrow.

"It is only 2 months, Yasutomo. But you can borrow my shirt and sweater, if you want," was what came out of Shinkai's mouth as he smiled.

Arakita scowled and looked at the clothes. "What do you think I am, a lovesick girl?"

Not that he was going to give the sweater and shirt back and Shinkai knew this.

He leaned over and kissed his grumpy boyfriend. "It is just an exchange program, there'll be time for us to chat."

Arakita pulled Shinkai closer and kissed him back.

"You better bring me back a gift."

Shinkai chuckled and pushed Arakita softly down to kiss him more.

"I will, I will."

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5.Harmony

The store had been open for a couple days now; it was a school project for their baking class. But since they had opened up, there was always one guy who bought lots of the patisseries.

"Yo."

Arakita looked at the guy in front of him with squinted eyes. They had just opened up and Arakita was one of the students who had the morning shift.

While being in the baking school, last week he had had the the afternoon shift for the shop and while waking up for school at 6 am was a general thing, for the store they had to get up much earlier. Like at 3 a.m. to prepare everything.

Arakita should learn to go to go bed back early.

"What do you want?"

The other chuckled at the grumpy question and looked down at the display. "That's not the way to greet customers, you know?"

The grumpy student did not have the need to correct his behaviour to greet customers and yawned. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he said, knowing that the customer wouldn't mind so much. "What do you want?"

The guy smiled and started to give his order.

"You're going to get a fat ass if you keep eating these."

The other chuckled at the comment as he paid Arakita. "Well, I just like them a lot. The flavours are different from the other bakeries."

Arakita just raised an eyebrow at the reply and did not say a thing when the guy waved to him as he left the school's store.

The black haired student let out a second yawn as he wondered about what had been said.

He had a small thought of buying something from their shop and from another bakery to make a comparison.

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6.Unexplainable

Arakita Yasutomo was an enigma, that was what Shinkai had decided.

An enigma that he wanted to kiss so badly.

When he told Toudou about it, he didn't know whether to laugh or to frown at the other's reaction.

He wished he could properly explain why it was Arakita Yasutomo. Why Arakita Yasutomo was the man of his dreams, however corny this may have sounded.

But he couldn't.

There were no words to describe Arakita. He was predictable yet unpredictable.

Arakita Yasutomo was an enigma that Shinkai wanted to kiss so badly.

So he just did.

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7.Rejuvenate

The ball hit the glove with a soft 'thump'.

"Yasutomo, are you sure about this?"

The other stood a few feet away, hitting the glove with the baseball.

Shinkai was unsure about it all. He had found out, while walking past the baseball field with him, that Arakita missed baseball. Each time they passed by it, the other would stop and stare at the players. So he got a bat, a few balls and a glove and dragged Arakita out of his dorm room to the empty field.

Of course, Arakita was not pleased with the sudden plan.

"You brought me here, you fuckass, you better know the consequences for it," he yelled out, and Shinkai gripped the bat tighter.

He had made a stupid mistake by doing this.

"Are you ready?"

Shinkai sighed and swung the bat a few times before standing in the proper pose. He nodded and stood his ground.

He saw Arakita throw the ball, and before he even could react, the ball flew past him and struck against the net that stood behind Shinkai.

The redhead blinked and looked behind him. Even though Arakita hadn't played after he had hurt his elbow, he still had quite some power in his arm.

When Shinkai checked up on the other, he saw that Arakita was stretching his arm. Thinking that Arakita's arm was hurting again, he wanted to yell out to ask if he was fine. But he was interrupted by the other.

"Get ready, you fucker!"

Shinkai took a breath and gripped the bat. "Ready!"

The second ball came towards him and Shinkai swung out. Feeling like he had missed, he mentally cursed. He did not like looking bad in front of Arakita, and stood back in pose.

"Last ball, Shinkai, you better hit it!"

Noticing that the other was ready, Arakita threw the ball at Shinkai. He slightly cursed, feeling a small tingle in his elbow, knowing it had been ages since he had last thrown balls like this.

But he felt happy.

He felt like he was back in middle school for a minute. Yet instead of seeing his old teammates, there were the other third years of the bicycle club.

He felt excited. As excited as when he knew he was winning a race.

He even felt ecstatic when he saw Shinkai hitting the ball and letting out a laugh when the bat flew out of his hands to the side.

He also started to laugh and did not notice Shinkai looking at him, a bit concerned.

The weather was too sunny to feel the wetness falling down his cheeks.

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8.Voice

The soft clouds of breath was the only thing noticable.

"Yasutomo, are you asleep?"

A soft hum came out.

"Obviously not, you idiot."

Chuckles filled the air.

"I think that's also for the best."

"I blame you for getting us in this shit."

There was the sound of rustling as one of them moved around.

"I'm sorry, Yasutomo, just don't-" "Fall asleep, I know."

There was a moment of quietness, until it was broken by nast coughing.

"Don't say a word."

"I won't. We just have to stay awake for now."

"Mhm."

The wind was howling.

"It is cold, isn't it, Yasutomo?"

A soft hum came out, almost unnoticable by the wind.

"What was that?"

"Hey, say something."

The only sound that was heard, only came from one.

"Yasutomo?"

"Yasutomo, don't fall asleep."

"Yasutomo."

The name calling continued, accompanied by sobs.

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9.Hairpins

Shinkai Yuuto likes his brother a lot.

He gets on well with him and rarely has any arguments with him. Besides the playful banter they have once in a while.

Yuuto likes his brother for accepting Yuuto for what they like. When they told Hayato that they prefer girly stuff, he got him a pair of hairpins that Yuuto loves a lot.

They mostly blame him and their mum for the huge amount of hairpins Yuuto owns.

Said hairpins are missing at the moment.

Yuuto blinks and continues to search through his drawer. "I could have sworn I put them in here," the younger Shinkai mumbles to himself.

Deciding they will go and ask their older brother, Yuuto leaves his room.

Knocking on the other's door, they can hear a loud hissing sound as they open the door slightly.

There they can see Arakita, Hayato's boyfriend, holding his finger in front of his mouth as a sign that Yuuto has to stay quiet.

Yuuto then notices his brother, leaning over the small salon table they use to study, apparently sleeping on top of his books. But that isn't the first thing they notice.

They now know where their hairpins are.

Arakita has put most of them in Hayato's hair and is still continuing.

Yuuto quietly walks over to crouch down next to Arakita as he continues to put hairpins in Hayato's hair.

"Normally people ask if they can use other people's stuff," they whisper, not really minding it.

It isn't the first time this has happened.

"Oh, shut up, I'm being careful with them. Just help me put more in his hair."

Yuuto smiles and does what he has been ordered to do.

The snapshots they take afterwards are all worth it.

And the hairpins were returned, intact, into Yuuto's drawer.

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10.Spirit

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12.Bitten

"I told you, none of those in bed!"

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13.Foreign

This felt uncommon.

When Shinkai had asked Arakita to come over, he had not thought that he would feel like this. There was some sort of anxiety blended in with a slight fear.

Arakita could feel Shinkai inching closer to him while clinging onto his shirt. He swallowed slightly.

Okay.

He was okay.

He would not fuck this up.

He could do this.

He could fucking do- "Oh god damnit!"

Both he and Shinkai jumped up from their seat as Chika came out of nowhere at them on the laptop screen.

This would be the last time he would ever agree to play Five Nights at Freddies with Shinkai.

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14.Letters

Toudou caught Shinkai squinting a lot in front of the computer screen and tried to force him to go to the eye doctor.

He refused.

Until Toudou said that he would go with him to the new restaurant around the corner.

He then agreed and directly said that the other should make an appointment for him.

So here they were now, waiting until it was their turn. Toudou took the opportunity to take one of the magazines and flip through it, while Shinkai aimlessly looked around.

He noticed that there was a poster with letters going from big to small. Shinkai stared at it and softly started to mouth the letters.

"A, K, D, O, S, B," the man murmured softly, starting to squint his eyes.

"You are squinting, idiot."

Shinkai blinked and looked to his left. There stood a man in a white robe, holding a folder.

"You must be Shinkai Hayato then," he said, looking at the front of the folder. Shinkai noticed the name plate on the front pocket reading: Arakita Yasutomo.

"If you can follow me," Arakita turned around to go to a different room. Shinkai blinked.

"Hayato, you can follow- wait, why are you blushing?"

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15.Hands

The sun peeked through the blinds on a summer day, shining right onto the bed. Arakita frowned as he opened one eye. He rolled over slightly to check the time, without waking up his boyfriend.

It was 6.47 am.

He mentally cursed and rolled back to face towards Shinkai. As usual, the other had buried himself under the blankets, even though it was already summer. While he got cold easy, it almost looked like the heat did not bother him.

Almost.

Shinkai was breathing in and out softly as Arakita just looked at him. His red hair was a mess and the blanket covered half of it.

Yet that was not the thing that got Arakita’s attention.

One of Shinkai’s hands was lying next to his head, and he reached to out to grab it. It was…

"Squishy," Arakita mumbled softly as he quietly moved Shinkai’s fingers around. His own hands were more bony in comparison, and he slightly frowned.

He continued exploring Shinkai’s hand. “Ah shit, got to go to the toilet,” he murmured as he let go and got out of the bed.

There was the sound of Arakita walking towards the bathroom and closing the door when Shinkai moved slightly.

Shinkai thanked all the lords and spirits in the universe that Arakita had not noticed that he had been awake. He felt that his own face was heating up badly, and curled up.

"Goddamnit, Yasutomo," he mumbled. "You are going to be the death of me. You’re just too cute."

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16.Historical

"Haah?" came out of his boyfriend's mouth. Shinkai nodded seriously.

"They did it in the old age too, it is said it was good for the health and such."

Arakita frowned at Shinkai over his book. The other almost looked like he was beaming up at him. "Oh, really?" he asked dryly as the redhead nodded again.

"It is in the history books, Yasutomo. It is serious business."

Arakita stared at Shinkai. He knew the other was just bullshitting stuff, but he felt like he could not say no to him. He sighed and closed his book.

"Fine, fine."

Shinkai's face lit up and he made his way over to lie next to Arakita. Arakita put his book to the side as he felt arms around his waist.

"I knew you were bullshitting all of this, Shinkai."

Shinkai sighed contently as he snuggled closer to Arakita.
"Yasutomo, the history of cuddling by Shinkai Hayato is a serious thing."

Arakita snorted.

"Serious, my ass."

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17. Meeting

Shinkai waved farewell to the last villagers as he closed the door and wound the chain round the door handles, closing it off with a lock. He let out a small sigh as he leaned his back against the door.

The room was empty and the chairs were slightly out of their place, due to the fact he had just finished a mass. The priest smiled slightly as he stood back up straight to stretch out.

"Better go and clean this up a bit," came out as a soft whisper to himself. Shinkai then walked towards the front of the church, where had he put the broom.

The broom was hidden in a closet behind the altar and was not always simple to reach, because most of the time he put boxes in front of it.

Like now.

Which was weird, because Shinkai was sure that the entrance to the closet should have be clear. He frowned as he moved the boxes, not knowing that someone had let themself into the church.

The priest was too busy with trying to reach for his broom, and he did not hear the footsteps walking down the aisle. The unknown guest had sat himself down on one of the chairs at the front, picking up the bible that was lying on the other chair with his gloved hands.

Shinkai finally got the boxes out of the way and got his broom. He turned around and blinked.

The priest looked at the man, who sat at the front row, flipping through the bible.

Which was not the most surprising thing that was going on at the moment.

Shinkai leaned a bit to the side to look at the door, which was still locked, by the way that the chain was still hanging around the handles.

Untouched.

He looked back at the man, hair as black as coal, like the rest of his clothes and eyes squinting down, reading the bible. He was now snickering softly. As if whatever he was reading was something funny.

He was just reading the bible.

"Excuse me," Shinkai said, while taking steps cautiously towards the stranger. The man hummed in reply while still flipping through the bible. "How did you get in? I locked the door."

"The Lord works in mysterious ways."

The priest was unsure if the other meant it sarcastically or not. "Serious, how did you get-" He was interrupted by the other.

"You shall not murder and you shall not steal," the black-haired man said loudly and clearly, as if to make a point. Shinkai noticed the other glancing up for a second, and then looking back down. The book closed with a soft thump that echoed through the empty church.

"Those are two of the ten commandments, aren't they?" The question was directed at Shinkai and he frowned. The other was staring right at him and Shinkai suddenly could see it. This was no ordinary person.

"You're a demon."

It came out as a soft whisper, and the other let out chuckle.

"'s not the real deal here."

"But tell me, priest," came out as a hiss as the demon stood up and walked over to him. Shinkai gripped the broom tightly as he was now face to face with the other. The priest saw the brown eyes with serpent-like pupils much clearer now.

While he would have suspected that it would have been some kind of red, he could only see tints of brown and gold in the demon's eyes. It was hypnotizing.

"If your Lord says you shall not steal or murder," there was now a wicked smirk and Shinkai widened his eyes while gripping onto the broom so tight that his knuckles went white.

"Why do you, followers of Him, commit both of them by stealing people's money and land until they're so dead poor that they die by your hands?"

Shinkai snapped.

The demon was surprised by the punch that he received to his cheek and felt like his neck snapped. Shit, he had not expected that the priest had this much strength. Before he could even say something, Shinkai grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed him down on the altar.

"If you dare to insinuate something like that again in my church," came out as a growl, and all the demon could do was stare up at the priest.

There was pure anger in his eyes and all the demon could breath out was:

"Fuck."

Arakita Yasutomo, one of the generals from Hell, could not believe a priest was turning him on like this.

Arakita smirked.

This could be fun.

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18. Fight

Arakita just stared down at Shinkai. The other was lying there, motionless.

"Oi, Shinkai, get up."

No movement.

"Shinkai," he repeated himself.

Shinkai just kept lying there and Arakita looked around quickly. The longer he kept lying there, the faster they would be discovered.

Arakita cursed and crouched down to shake Shinkai’s shoulder slightly. “Get the fuck up, Shinkai, before they get here.”

There was still no movement, and Arakita twitched.

"I swear, if you and your fatass don’t get up now, I’m going to throw away your power bars."

Shinkai lay still.

"And I also mean the secret stash you have."

Shinkai opened his eyes immediatly as he stared up at Arakita. “You wouldn't dare.”

All the other did was raise an eyebrow and stand back up. Shinkai huffed and also stood up.

"You don’t know how to have fun, Yasutomo."

"This is not a matter of fun, you idiot," Arakita pointed at Shinkai as he hissed the sentence out. "This is a matter of making sure he doesn’t-"

They could hear a shot and a small tune.

Shinkai stared at Arakita’s chest, where the armor started to light up in a rhythm, and then there was a second shot. Shinkai’s armor started to make the same tune as Arakita’s.

Arakita cursed loudly as they heard a familiar laugh.

"Fuku, we have won!" Toudou and Fukutomi emerged from around the corner.

Arakita glared at Shinkai. “This is the last time I team up with you for laser tag!”

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19.Stake

It was 3.07 am.

Shinkai was slowly nodding off, made clear by the movement of his head going up down and that he was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

"Oi, Shinkai."

The redhead blinked a few times before looking up. Arakita held out a water bottle in front of him. The other raised an eyebrow. "Ah, thank you," came out as a sleepy whisper as he took the bottle.

"No one has said you have to stay here, you know." Arakita said as he took a bottle of his own and opened it. Shinkai let out a sigh and leaned his head down on the table. "I told you I would help you with studying, Yasutomo." This made the other snort as he took a sip. Shinkai pouted while looking up at Arakita.

"With what? Last time I copied your homework, I failed it." Shinkai could not even comment on that properly, due to being tired. He yawned.

"I just want to help you with your entrance exams. It is important for you."

It came out as a soft murmur and it made the other pause his scribblings. Arakita looked up from his book to notice that Shinkai has fallen asleep, hugging the bottle.

Arakita let out a quiet scoff and pulled the bottle away. "Doesn't mean you have to offer your sleep up too, idiot." He ruffled the other's hair slightly and went back to his books to continue studying.

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20.Dreaming

Reality boycots dreams and hopes when one becomes an adult.

Money suddenly becomes extremely important in order to realize your 'dream'.

Arakita realized this when he graduated and started to live on his own. Having to buy everything out of his pocket was a complete change.

Yet he got what he wanted.

Arakita only wanted a place on his own, where he was his own boss.

It was not big, but it was good enough for him. And his cat and her 3 kittens.

And a certain redhead who comes over more than he needs to.

"Oi, Shinkai, get your fat ass out of my bed."

Shinkai is lying on his bed, stroking one of the small kittens, while the 2 other are playing on his back. Shinkai looks up at Arakita and blinks.

"But the kittens need me, Yasutomo, they need a climbing pole." Arakita twitches and pulls Shinkai's cheek.

"Don't degrade yourself to a climbing pole, idiot."

Shinkai chuckles and pulls Arakita down on the bed and kisses his cheek.

Yet, Arakita thinks, stuff like this is much better than to pay for your dreams.

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21.Progress

Shinkai thought that Yasutomo was improving.

He knew that the other had not been so keen on PDA before they had gotten together, but the first time that Shinkai had tried to hold his hand, he had not known that it was a very big deal for Yasutomo.

Yasutomo pulled his hand away immediately, as if something hot had touched it. Shinkai just had a look of surprise on his face, but felt guilty when he saw Yasutomo's reaction to it.

Shinkai felt guilty for making Yasutomo feel guilty about how he reacted. So Shinkai apologized after he saw Yasutomo shove his hands roughly into his pockets.

He then noticed Yasutomo taking small steps towards it all, but he still seemed unsure, especially when he tried it in a crowded place.

Shinkai reassured him that if he didn't want to do it, no one was forcing him to.

Of course, the other took it as a challenge, which obviously did not end well.

After that, Yasutomo rarely allowed PDA in crowded places, but when he knew no one was around, Shinkai felt the other's fingers intertwining with his.

That was all that Shinkai needed; he did not need the overload of PDA himself, it was sometimes nice to just hold hands.

So he liked this, he liked seeing Yasutomo taking small steps, instead of the usual jump into the deep.

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22.Inspiration

Sharp.

That’s how Shinkai decribes the other. He has been going to this cafe and noticing the waiter. It also is his personality, from what he knows about it so far. Yet he can’t stop sketching his face.

Not that he is a great artist.

Shinkai lies, he’s an lousy artist, the only things that he sees are just lines and squares.

He doesn’t mind though. He looks back up at the waiter as he keeps scribbling. He notices that the other is looking at him from the corner of his eye.

Ah, caught.

Shinkai watches as the other puts glasses on his tray and makes his way over to him. They stare at each other before the waiter lets out a huffy sigh and puts his tray down on the table before pulling a piece of paper out of his back pocket. Shinkai blinks as he drops the paper on to the table. Shinkai looks at the waiter’s face and notices a faint blush.

"You suck at drawing," is the only thing that comes out of the waiter’s mouth before he takes the drawing away with him. Shinkai can’t do anything else but look, confused, as the other walks off.

Shinkai reaches out for the paper on the table and unfolds it. He blinks as he notices the sketches of himself, all with different expressions. Shinkai wonders when the waiter had time for it and looks back up towards the bar. The waiter looks at him and raises an eyebrow. There’s a small trace of a smirk on his face and Shinkai feels his face warming up slightly.

This was not one of the things he had expected to happen today.

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23.Happiness

From day one, it had clicked between them. Two different personalities that were supposed to clashes, cooperated well.

Many years later, they were bonded by a ring and never ending happiness.

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24.Midnight

"10!"

He had got this.

"9!"

He could do this.

"8!"

I mean, he thought, I just have to lean over, right? Right?

"7!"

It would not be that hard.

"6!"

And it is, like, super romantic, right?

"5!"

The thought alone made him feel grossed out.

"4!"

He needed to do this.

"3!"

Otherwise the thought would follow him around, gross.

"2!"

Alright then.

"1!"

Here goes nothing.

"Happy New Year!" came out as a chant around him as he leaned over; his goal was just the cheek. He did not expected to feel another pair of lips against his.

Arakita pulled back quickly as he stared, flustered, at the other. Shinkai just smiled, embarrassed, and scratched his cheek lightly.

"Ah, Happy New Year, Yasutomo."

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25.Murder

"Oi, read this to me."

Shinkai looked up from his homework as a book was thrown on top of his handbook. Arakita stood there, impatiently, staring at the sprinter. The redhead looked back down at the book and picked it up. He was surprised; Shinkai had not known that Arakita liked detective stories.

"You want me to read '5 Little Pigs'? I did not know you liked detective stories." He checked, to be reassured, and when he looked at the other, he saw that Arakita had a slight blush on his face. Shinkai smiled slightly and moved his school books away.

Arakita let out a huffy sigh and plopped himself down next to Shinkai.

"Shut up, I thought it would be easier to focus on when you read it, because I would get bored by it after 5 minutes." Shinkai was amused by the reply, knowing that he didn't mean anything harmful with it, and opened the book.

"Just from the start?" Arakita hummed in response and Shinkai looked at the other from the corner of his eye. "Do you want me to do the voices too?" The look of Arakita's face said enough and so Shinkai started to read.

After 198 pages, Arakita guessed five times, moved at least twice to sit comfortable and drank a can of Bepsi. Shinkai looked at Arakita, who yawned.

"I can stop, if you're too tired."

The all rounder moved his head up from Shinkai's shoulder and glared. "Keep on reading this shit, I need to know who murdered the guy, because it was not the wife, quite obviously!"

Shinkai smiled and continued reading as he felt Arakita leaning his back on his shoulder.

"-and the chauffeur wrapped the fur rug round her knees." Shinkai closed the book and carefully put it on the table. Arakita moved again as he breathed in and out softly. During the last 100 pages, Arakita had decided to put his legs over the other's lap and use Shinkai's upper body as pillow.

Shinkai sighed and smiled as he pulled the blanket off of the bed to wrap it around them. This happened quite often lately, Arakita coming over and demanding that Shinkai read detective novels to him.

Shinkai let out a soft chuckle. Sadly Arakita never stayed awake long enough to know who the murderer was.

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26.Hair

There were a few times that Arakita regretted his choices, yet he was still unsure about his 'pompadour-phase'. Looking back at it, he had looked quite ridiculous.

Yet, here he stands, Shinkai fucking Hayato, standing in front of his door, with his hair styled in a pompadour. All Arakita can do is stare. He's not even wondering who styled it or why, he just stares.

Fuck.

Fuck.

How the fuck does he do it?

"Ah, Juichi showed me a picture of you as a first year a few days ago, so I thought I would-" Shinkai doesn't have the time to finish his sentence because Arakita pulls him into the room by his shirt and kisses him roughly as he slams the door closed.

How the fuck can he make the ridiculous hairstyle look sexy?

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27.Inappropiate

People thought Arakita was the 'bad' one in relationships. He could not deny that he had made quite some reputation about himself; bad mouthed, aggressive, loud, etc.

But then they hadn't meet Shinkai properly yet.

"Yasutomo, you pinched me," came out as a whisper. Arakita turned his head and glared at the pouting sprinter. The big screen of the cinema lit up his face.

"I fucking told you: don't touch me like that in public."

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28.Family

Arakita stared at the small nest laying in the living room. Tiny mews came out of the 3 newly born kittens' mouths as their mother washed them. Arakita held his hand out to the heater to be sure that it was on and would keep them warm.

He let out a soft sigh and two arms slid over his shoulder as his boyfriend leaned against his back. "They are cute," Shinkai said, and Arakita hummed.

"I have a suspicion it was the black cat from down the street."

The redhead chuckled.

The other looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Shinkai smiled as he pulled Arakita closer.

"You almost sound like your daughter brought their boyfriend home."

Arakita scowled. Shinkai's smile became bigger, and he kissed his cheek.

"So that means we're grandparents, right?"

Arakita pinched Shinkai's hand slightly and let out a huffy sigh.

"Shut up, you idiot."

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29.Look

Arakita rubbed his eyes as he moved forward to lean on his knees. A nurse or two walked passed him as he was sitting outside of the room where his grandfather was.

A few days ago he had gotten a severe heartattack which had weakened his heart.

So Arakita had skipped the afternoon classes to come along with his mum to check up on him.

In the morning the older man had had another heart attack, so he was lying, again, at a machine that took over the job of his heart.

Arakita needed a breather from it all, so he sat outside of the room, letting out a deep sigh. He aimlessly looked around, and pulled a face.

He did not like hospitals, not at all.

The blackhaired youth leaned back and let out another sigh. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed a guy walking up the hallway. While there was nothing unusual about it all, it being visiting time and all, Arakita could not help but be completly focused on the male.

His thick, auburn coloured hair reached his shoulders and while his fringe was long, his blue eyes were still clear.

The way the male was dressed, was nothing in particuliar.

It looked like he had just come from work; dressed black slacks with a white buttoned up shirt and a black blazer over it. The male had rolled up his sleeves neatly.

But none of those were the reasons why Arakita was so focused on him. He frowned, unsure of why, but the man had this vibe that was not usual.

The man did not look at him as he entered the room where his grandfather lay. The frown became deeper. The only person who lay in the room, was his grandfather and he did not recognize the man as any of his parents' coworkers.

He stood up after a minute and took a step towards the door. He blinked as he saw the male walking out and looking behind him. An older man followed through the door and Arakita froze.

"The fuck?"

The redhaired male turned around and blinked. The corners of his mouth turned up into a smile and he put a finger in front of his mouth.

"I'm sorry."

Arakita looked at him, confused, when he suddenly heard beeping from the room and nurses running inside. He quickly looked into the room and saw them around his grandfather, trying to reanimate him.

Arakita turned back and noticed that the man was gone.

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30.Sanctuous

It was quiet in the room; no sounds from birds, the wind or anything else. Which had been the norm for the sixth months that the nature god had stayed in the Underworld. Small rustling now softly sounded through the room as he moved around under the blankets.

"Fuck, it is still cold here, stupid ass room," Arakita muttered quietly, scooting closer to the other person lying in bed.

Or rather, the cause of it all.

He frowned at the the god of the Underworld while the other was sleeping. The nature god let out a scoff and headbutted his shoulder.

"Oi, idiot."

The redhead curled a bit more while Arakita kept headbutting his shoulder, because he did not want to put his hands out into the cold

"Oi, wake up."

This made the other open his eyes slightly to look at him. Arakita raised an eyebrow and let out a huffy sigh when the god of the Underworld pulled him closer by his waist.

"You're warm, Yasutomo." Shinkai said as he snuggled Arakita's shoulder. The nature god pulled a face, but put his hands on the other's waist to pull him even closer.

Arakita Yasutomo had not expected all of this to happen after the other had kidnapped him from above to stay down in this hell hole.

It wasn't like Shinkai was a bad guy. He let the other go wherever he wanted to go -except back above, because of the 6 fucking seeds he had eaten- in the place.

He also admitted the god of the Underworld was not bad looking.

More like good looking.

Very good looking.

Besides his looks, Shinkai was fun to talk to. It took quite a while for Arakita to calm down and listen to the other, for obvious reasons. But he enjoyed it all.

Arakita put soft kisses on Shinkai's shoulder and felt it shake due to the other chuckling. The god of the Underworld leaned his head back to properly kiss Arakita.

Arakita kissed back and then moved further down under the blankets.

"Why the hell is it always cold here?"

Shinkai smiled and pulled the blankets over them properly.

"I can't do anything about it, besides having more blankets here."

Arakita huffed as he bit Shinkai's shoulder lightly. Shinkai let out a sigh as he pulled the other closer.

The god hoped that Arakita would come back soon. He had never thought that he would even stay in the same room with him.

He was happy. Yet he knew that Arakita could not stay down here forever. But he had hear from Toudou that he had arranged for Arakita to stay in the Underworld for 6 months, while his mother would let it snow during those months.

Not that he actually knew what it would do when it snowed up there. But he would have Arakita for himself for 6 months and he was happy with that.