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The moment he opened his eyes he knew today was just going suck no matter what.
...And that was before he stumbled out of the closet and fell flat on his face.
The situation was embarrassing enough but having his roommates bear witness to the scene made it even worse. In hindsight, it really wasn't a big deal. He had no visible injuries, though his head hurt a bit. Maou ribbed him about getting some exercise, but only after he made sure he was okay. Ashiya tended to him without complaint like he normally would have. Any other time he would have rolled his eyes and maybe laughed the whole thing off, but because he convinced himself that today was going to be awful no matter what, it was a large blow to his ego.
So, he spent the majority of his morning sulking. His mood might have been salvaged had he been left alone but of course he never gets what he wants.
He knew his roommates would be leaving to go grocery shopping and he thought he would have free reign of the apartment for a couple of hours at least. He was utterly dismayed to learn he would be tagging along.
"Why~" he all but whined. "It's too hot, and I don't feel like it."
"We have to get a few things and we need help carrying it all back." Ashiya said, eyes stern.
"Besides, after this morning's epic fail, it couldn't hurt to stretch your legs more." Maou snickered, unfazed by the smaller demons withering glare.
"If we all chip in, we can get done faster. Now, get your shoes on and let's go."
Urushihara wanted to argue more but both demons turned around and headed toward the door, signifying that this conversation was over. The purple-haired teen scowled. He didn't want to go outside, he just wanted a little time to himself so this headache could go away.
Perhaps, if he had just told them that, he would have saved himself some trouble.
***
Though he loathed to admit it, he had to give Ashiya and Maou some credit; they put up with his foul mood a lot longer than normal.
At first, they waved off the brooding and sarcastic quips and paid him no mind. Though after a good ten minutes their patience was starting to wane. Especially Ashiya, who went from rolling his eyes at his sour attitude to shooting a firm glare when his jabs start packing more punch. After one comment too many, the blonde hissed at him to behave. The day only got worse from there. At one point he knocked over a whole tower of canned goods. It was an accident, they both saw him trip over his feet, but instead of apologizing or admitting he made a mistake he snapped at the store clerk for 'blocking his way.' While Maou apologized profusely, Ashiya took him by the arm and led him away. Once they were out of earshot, the blonde bent down, pointed to an area on the far end of the store, and threatened the unthinkable.
Urushihara, of course, scoffed, despite the heat flooding in his face. "You wouldn't." He challenged.
Ashiya raised a single eyebrow. "You really want to test that?"
No. No he really didn't, and he doesn't. He turns his gaze to ground with a huff, flushing brightly from all the stares he was getting. Ashiya nodded stiffly in approval and three demons returned to their shopping.
That really should have been the end of it. After that warning he should've kept his head down and not done anything else to incur his roommate's wrath. Unfortunately, his pride was suffering greatly at having been scolded in front of a crowd which only worsened his bad mood, and he refused to listen to reason. He was wise enough to not stir up any more trouble right away, giving the blonde some time to calm down. Nearly a half an hour passed, and they were, finally, almost done. The two taller demons were going over the list to see if they missed anything, while their charge stood to the side, silently fuming with impatience. Before the short wick that was his temper burned out completely, he looked to the side and saw something that diminished his attitude completely.
Bocky, lots of it, new flavors and all on sale. Without even thinking he strode over and picked many of the cream coated biscuits his skinny arms could carry and went up to his companions.
Ashiya had barely glanced up at his haul before saying, "Put them back."
"But they're on sale!"
"Doesn't matter. We can't get any right now. We're on a budget, we're only getting the necessities." The tone in the blonde's voice was final, but Urushihara clung to the snacks out of spite. Seeing that the youth wasn't obeying his command out of the corner of his head, the scorpion general fixed the NEET with a sharp look. "The answer is no, now put them back."
Urushihara simply frowned, and quickly thinking of another tactic, gave their benevolent King a pleading look.
"Sorry man," Maou shrugged apologetically, not giving into the wanton eyes. "Not today, maybe next time."
Urushihara deflated somewhat, but he continued to scowl.
"Besides," Ashiya tacked on, because he obviously didn't know when to shut up. "Do you really think you deserve a treat with how you've been acting all day?"
That was it. Something exploded in his chest, hot blood rushed through his veins. Throwing all caution to the wind, he picked up on the boxes and threw it at the blonde. It landed square on his chest with a weak thump, he knew that it barely registered on the pain scale, but Ashiya winced anyway. "Did you just--?!"
Urushihara didn't let him finish, he simply just grabbed another box and threw that too, both demon's side stepped out of the way. He threw another one, and another one, and another one. All the while yelling at the top of his lungs. He wasn't even aiming at his roommates anymore; he was doing whatever he could to release all these pent-up emotions. Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm, stopping his tirade for a moment. He looked up at whoever had the gall to cut in, fire in his normally apathetic amethyst eyes, only for the flame be doused with fear when it dawned on him who his captor was.
"That's enough, Urushihara." Maou hissed, the rage on his face was similar to when the first met in this realm, causing the lanky teen to go weak in the knees. The reality of the situation quickly caught up to him and he swallowed, thickly. Before he could stop himself, he looked over at the other general in trepidation.
To say Ashiya didn't look happy would be the understatement of the century.
The young man's face was thunderous, clouded with barely contained rage, his hands trembled besides, he breathed heavily as he stared down at the whelp.
In the midst of his terror filled mind, he noticed they had drawn a huge crowd.
"Um," Urushihara stuttered, it was suddenly quiet, too quiet, this was awkward. "I-I'm sorry?"
Well, if he thought that would soothe his companion's ire, he was sorely mistaken.
Ashiya's features twisted into a fierce snarl, golden eyes flashing dangerously. For one brief moment, Urushihara thought the older man would leap over and throttle him. However, just as quick as it came, the anger vanished. He took a deep breath, practically filling himself up with air, until he returned to the proud and composed second in command facade, he held so dear. Before the renounced archangel could blink, the ashen blonde reached over and snatched him up, his thin wrist caught in an all too familiar vice like grip.
"Sire," Urushihara shivered at the icy tone. "Will you please finish this up without me? It appears that our ward is in need of an attitude adjustment."
The purple-haired youth spluttered, trying to tug away from the taller demon. He didn't hear what Maou's reply was, too focused on escaping, but it must have been a word of approval because Ashiya gave their liege his basket and strode away, with the writhing adolescent in tow. He cringed, now he's done it. He's pushed way too far to the point of Ashiya taking him home right this second to--
They end up passing the automatic doors.
"Wha--" He looked back at the exit with visible confusion, he looked ahead to see where he was being led to and noticed a sign for the public restrooms.
Oh no.
The teens' naturally pale complexion turned a ghostly white. This can't be happening.
"Ashiya, wait!" He dug his heels into the ground trying to prevent the inevitable. "Come on man, y-you can't! " He looked around frantically, cheeks flushing a deep red. Everyone was staring. His pleas fell on deaf ears, unfortunately. The tactician didn't spare the teen a second glance, as he marched toward their destination. The look on their King's second in command was of absolute resolution, he was a man on a mission. Urushihara's heart sank as he recognized the steely gaze, his anxiety spiking when they reached the entryway and walked inside. His fate was absolutely sealed, and he had no one to blame but himself.
Still, that doesn't mean he was going to take this lying down.
"Please don't do this!" He's whispering, which means nothing because no matter how quiet he's trying to be, every sound echoes throughout the stall and by extension, the entire men's room. "Not here! "
"I don't see why not; you didn't seem to care about our location a few minutes ago." The blonde said, not even having the decency to lower his voice. In one fluid motion; he's sitting on the toilet, trapping the trembling fallen angel between his knees. "To tell you the truth, I was going to be merciful and wait until we got home, but then you decided to throw a fit."
He...he did not throw a fit! He merely expressed his displeasure at having been denied a treat after being dragged out of their apartment. Loudly and vividly. He didn't get a chance to argue, when he suddenly found himself draped over the taller demon's lap.
Urushihara squawked in horror and struggled to pull himself up. His sneakers squeaked against the floor as he kicked wildly, and the only thing his hands could grasp was air. In less than a second his toes lost their purchase when he was scooted forward. His face burned as he stared at the ground, completely helpless.
"Dude!" The long-haired demon twisted his head to glare at his roommates in panic. "Put me down! This is stupid! Someone could hear--! "
"--A brat getting some well-deserved comeuppance from their guardian?" Ashiya cut him off, a firm hand on his hip. "Trust me, after that spectacle, I'm sure there isn't a single person who wouldn't be surprised by this happening."
No fair. Urushihara squirmed unhappily, blood boiling from shame and anger. "T-that doesn't mean you can just--over your--in public! " He kicked his feet. "This is embarrassing!"
"So was that hissy fit that you displayed out there." Ashiya said, anger in the corner of his voice. "I gave you a fair warning about what would happen if you continued to misbehave, and you blew it."
Okay, maybe that was true, but--"I didn't think you were serious!"
"Whose fault is that?" Ashiya replied, coolly. The teen went silent, unable to provide a clever retort. The scorpion demon laid a hand on the upturned backside, causing his charge to wiggle furiously. "You know I have very little tolerance for tantrums in our household, so I don't understand why you thought I would let it slide in public."
Urushihara's stomach was churning so badly, he was worried he was going to have to ask Ashiya to move so he could throw up.
"Okay, I get it! I won't give you anymore attitude, I swear! Just, please let me up!"
"I'll let you up after our talk."
"But--!"
A sharp smack struck the meatiest part of his bottom, abruptly silencing his begging.
"No buts." Ashiya scolded, his palm crashing down again. "You want to act like a spoiled brat, I'll treat you like one." He gave two quick smacks on each cheek.
Urushihara yelped, the pitiful noise and slaps reverberated in the large stall, a blush spread to the tips of his ears. "This is," he gasped when a tender area was struck. "N-not what-- ow!--a handicap s-stall-is used f-for- ah !"
Ashiya, the bastard, actually snorted at that. A frustrated whine slipped past his lips.
"I'm serious! We're drawing too much attention!"
"There's no one here but us."
Ashiya wasn't letting up at all, he squirmed from the ever-growing sting.
"That doesn't mean someone won't walk in! " The fallen angel rebutted, desperation lacing his tone.
"Well then," the ashen blonde paused, allowing the teen to take a breath in. "If I were you, I would quit complaining so we can wrap this up."
With that, Ashiya began swatting earnestly, covering every square inch of the small bottom. Each strike was accompanied by an audible yelp that traveled through the whole bathroom and possibly the store. The hikikomori winced, writhing futility over his housemate's knees. He hoped that this would be over soon before someone came across his predicament. A hard swat landed on the back of his thighs, and he whimpered in misery. Normally, Ashiya would have taken his pants down at this point, but the blonde made no move to do so. Amidst the cry's, he let out a sigh of relief, glad he was being spared that particular embarrassment at least.
Not that having them up was making this any less painful. Especially since Ashiya seemed to be hitting him harder than usual to compensate.
“Unbelievable.” The pseudo guardian muttered, his hand not faltering. “I am severely disappointed in you, Urushihara.”
That…that hurt. More than he would like to admit. The long-haired teen yipped when a mighty blow was delivered to his right cheek. “I told you I didn’t want to come!”
Ashiya gave him five slaps in a quick session on his upper thighs, eliciting a howl from his ward. “That does not mean you can just throw a tantrum! I expect you to be mature and tell me or Sire when you have a problem, not cause a scene.”
Okay, okay! He gets it! It has truly sunken in, and they’re probably causing a scene right now, so can they be done already?!
"You are so lucky the staff didn't make us leave."
Urushihara gargled something unintelligible. He certainly didn't feel so lucky!
Ashiya gave one more swat on the other side of his butt before stopping. Urushihara sniffled pathetically, was it finally over? His hopes were dashed when he was shifted further over the other demon's lap, the tips of fingers just barely grazing the dirty floor. When Ashiya started up again, he briefly wondered if this store sold brand new asses.
“You know, I have half a mind to Idea Link our liege and have him purchase a hairbrush and use it on you.”
Urushihara tried to say that they were too broke for that but all he could manage was a dry sob.
“I better not ever see you act like that again! Or I promise you, we will have a repeat of this discussion and it will be worse.”
Worse? He thought, hysterically. How could this possibly get any worse?!
Sadly, the universe decided to be kind and provide him an example.
Over the sound of the one hand clapping, he heard footsteps coming into the bathroom, along with a string of voices. Urushihara froze from pure mortification. No. Oh no, no, no, no–!
“Ashiya, stop!” He hissed, struggling anew. “S-Someone's coming in!”
“Hush, pay them no mind.” Was all the blonde said, as he continued to wallop the teen. Of course, he would say that he wasn’t the one who was getting his butt roasted.
“Can’t this wait until they leave?!” He yelped, aghast. The only reply he received was a whack on the middle of his butt. He let out a low groan, his entire body burned with shame when the gang of random people made it inside the restroom. From his position he could only watch in horror as several pairs of shoes filed in, their voices nearly drowning out the sound of his spanking. He couldn’t make out what anyone was saying but they sounded young. They had to be his (fake) age at the very least. Great.
Please, for all that is unholy just hurry up and leave!
Of course, they didn't. Two of them went into a stall of their own, and one leaned against the stall the two demons were occupying. Light conversation floated between everyone, unaware of the show they just walked in on.
Ashiya palm cracked down on the creases of his buttocks. Urushihara took off his gray cap, stuffed it in his mouth and bit down on the cheap attire, trying to muffle his cries. The smacks that bounced off the walls were humiliating enough; he didn't need anyone to hear him wail on top of it. Unfortunately, he couldn't keep still. He kicked wildly, twisted his hips to avoid the blows, and squeezed the hat to keep from throwing his hands back to shield his butt. Ashiya said nothing, which was great, his pride was battered enough just by having an audience hear him being smacked.
Peals of laughter rang out in the bathroom. Were they laughing at him? The thought made his eyes water, he shut them tight to keep the hot liquid from leaking. Oh man, he just wanted to die . He regretted everything. All he wants is to do this whole day over again.
Ashiya still wasn’t stopping. He cared very little about the group of witnesses that were literally right outside their door, far too focused with lighting the lazy bum's ass on fire. Urushihara whined around the makeshift gag, silent tears trailed down his hot cheeks. How long have they been doing this? Minutes? Hours? A lifetime? A viscous slap bit the undercurve of his rear, causing him to gasp and drop his cap. It landed on the floor, completely out his reach.
"No.” He whimpered. A barrage of smacks rained down on his hind end, and he yowled. That was it. He couldn’t do this anymore. “Stooop~” The shut-in blubbered, no longer caring that everyone could hear him. “Please! No more! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He thrashed, kicked, and wriggled uselessly as he babbled out apologies. Truly, from the bottom of his heart, he was sorry. Eventually, he grew tired from struggling and went limp, heart-felt cries spewing from his lips unceremoniously.
Finally, after one last slap landed on his behind, the househusband stopped. He didn’t release him, but he rubbed his back, coaxing out the rest of the tears. Urushihara allowed himself to have a good cry, what use was there being stoic after all that? So, he laid there, soaking up the comfort and Ashiya’s soothing shushing sounds. After a few minutes, his breathing was under control and his crying was reduced to sniffling and wet hiccups. He swiped his eyes as best he could and shot a tentative look from underneath the stall. He was extremely upset to see all the teens were still hanging around, and even worse, sniggering amongst themselves. Oh man, were they waiting for him to come out? Maybe that was it, they were waiting to see him in person. To have a face to go along with the amusing story they’ll share online, leaving him open for ridicule for millions of people. Crap. He can only imagine what he must look like right now; red faced, tear stained cheeks, and puffy eyes. The NEET bit his lip in worry. Ashiya wouldn’t make him go through that, would he?
He was saved from finding out by the sound of feet shuffling away. Only when the last person left and he was certain no was coming back, did the purple-haired demon melt into a puddle of relief. His joy was cut short when he felt long fingers fiddling with the waistband of his shorts.
“Wait, no–!” He squirmed in vain, but a large hand was still holding him in place. “Ashiya, don’t! I said I was sorry–!”
“Calm yourself, your punishment is over.” Ashiya reassured him. “I’m just checking the damage.”
“Checking the–oh. Oh man~” Urushihara moaned as he buried his burning face in his hands.
Ashiya swiftly tugged his pants down to the middle of his thighs, he shivered from the cold air brushing against the inflamed skin. The blonde surveyed the plump bottom before him, the skin poking out from underneath his boxers were a mild shade of red as were his thighs. There didn’t seem to be any lasting marks anywhere. Without warning he peeled back the underwear, ignoring the embarrassed squeak from the hikikomori, and saw the same shade of red was visible on the two round globes. Even though he knew he didn’t put that much strength into the hits, he was deeply relieved he hadn’t caused any bruising. The demon general and second in command quickly righted his charge’s clothes. He managed to fight off a smile when he saw the boy's cheeks were glowing the same shade of crimson as the ones he was just inspecting.
Urushihara pouted as he rubbed his sore backside, his dignity in tatters. An awkward silence filled the stall, he was unsure where to go from here. On one hand, as much as he hated to admit it, he wanted to fling himself into the taller demon’s arms. On the other hand, he was royally pissed at the blonde for turning him over his knee like a child in the middle of a store. The long-haired teen scowled at the ground as he internally battled his pride.
It ended up not mattering because Ashiya made the decision for him. He silently wrapped his arms around his thin build and pulled him closer until his face was pressed against his housemate’s chest. His weak will was shattered; he relaxed completely and returned the hug, practically absorbing the positive attention. The two young men said nothing as they held each other, simply allowing themselves a moment of quiet after an ordeal.
After a few minutes, Urushihara, somewhat reluctantly, pulled away, wiping his eyes. He kept his gaze firmly on the ground, not having the strength to meet his assailant’s eyes.
“You,” he sniffed, glancing up to glare at his roommate. “You suck.”
To his surprise, Ashiya huffed out a laugh and ruffled his hair, visibly amused. “Well, maybe you’ll think twice before pitching a fit in public.”
Urushihara rolled his eyes and grumbled. His frown dropped as today's events finally registered in his head. “I’m sorry.” He repeated, sincere.
“You are forgiven. Do you think you can tell what that was all about?”
Urushihara cringed and shuffled in place, trying to piece together his scrambled thoughts. “I…I don’t know,” He muttered. There was just no easy way to explain this. The quiet returned and the teen realized how lame that sounded. “I–I know it’s stupid, but I don’t. My head was hurting, I just didn't want to deal with anything today, and well sometimes…” He raked his fingers through his long hair, a loss for words, and went back to staring at his shoes. “Just…sometimes, I guess?”
Ashiya remained silent as he considered his fellow comrades' words. During a period of researching discipline methods, he came across several books detailing the inner mechanisms of adolescents. He remembered them explaining about mood swings, how they were a normal stage in the developmental process. Perhaps, he should revisit those books again, for more knowledge on the subject.
“Well, how about this?” Ashiya placed a finger underneath the small demon's chin and tilted up. “The next time you feel you’re about to have a ‘sometimes’, why don’t you just let us know. Okay?”
Urushihara blinked, shocked that his high-strung housemate was being so understanding. “O..Okay.”
“Good.” He patted his head. “Now, I believe we kept Sire waiting long enough. Plus, we need to get all that food back.”
Urushihara groaned, he was not looking forward to seeing Maou after all this. He would much rather dig a hole and hide out here for the rest of his unnatural life. Unfortunately, it seems he wasn’t going to get that option. Mumbling a few choice words under his breath, he followed Ashiya out of the stall.
***
“So,” Maou started, when he saw his subordinates come out of the bathroom. “Is everything cool?”
Ashiya nodded and bowed slightly. “It has been handled, my liege. I do apologize for making you wait.”
Urushihara grunted, completely and utterly chastised. Maou graciously ignored the lack of respect from the shortest demon, he simply gave the youth an easy-going smile.
“Yo, Urushihara, here you go.” The ruler of demons lazily tossed a small bag to the fallen angel. The young man caught it with ease, confused. He didn’t even get a chance to look inside before Ashiya audibly sighed.
“Sire, after I just punished him.”
“Well,” The fast-food worker chuckled, grinning recklessly. “It is one sale–”
“You got something for yourself too, didn’t you?”
“This–this isn’t about me man!” The bashful look on their King's face said it all.
“You're spoiling him.” The blonde huffed good naturedly, before narrowing his eyes in warning. “That better not have been the last of our spending money.”
“No of course not! Oh, come on Ashiya don’t look at me like that–”
Urushihara was only half paying attention to his comrades' banter, too in awe of the bag, which contained three boxes of Bocky. A warm feeling spread through his entire body, but he kept his face neutral. His elation was curbed slightly when he noticed the flavors he had gotten.
“I wanted to try the new kinds–OW!” His grumbling was interrupted by a fist colliding with the top of his head.
“Excuse me? I believe you overlooked some praise in your King’s direction?” Maou reminded him, a vein appearing on his forehead. “Not only did I buy those for you, but I also sacrificed some of my magic to conjure up a sound barrier so your punishment wouldn’t be broadcasted to the whole store.”
Urushihara's whole face went pink. “Wait a minute!” He turned to look at Ashiya and saw a sliver of guilt on the blonde's face. “You mean you knew, and you made me think–!” He spluttered, indignantly.
“Well talk about this more when we get to Devil’s Castle.” Ashiya interrupted, he took his hand and pulled him towards the exit. “Just for the record, if you ever pull a stunt like this again, I will not be so lenient next time.”
That forced the teen swallow his protests. “Hmph, whatever.” He muttered, looking away. As the three demons walked to their new home, Urushihara looked up at his guardian, smiling softly as he clutched the bag of snacks that cost him the ability for the next day or so. Not that he still wasn’t going to eat them, of course.
Today most definitely did suck, just like he predicted, but he had Bocky, and his family, so… he guessed it wasn’t too bad.