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Shinya reached his room after what felt like hours at his office, finishing his work late and all, not expecting to be so exhausted. So busy he hadn’t had the time to pick on Guren today. Lucky day for him. He unbuttoned his uniform collar, took his watch off and placed it on his table. Shinya’s room was not too big nor was it too small. It was the right size, it felt cosy and that’s what matters to him.
Reaching midnight, he grew hungry. Sleeping it off would work, he thought while arranging the mess on the table. He doesn’t remember there being so many papers and files. He hates messes and how he only noticed this now, was a bit off. The week was dragged-out with endless, useless meetings which Kureto deemed necessary, and tons of reports to write and be filed. For what people say JIDA is so progressive, Shinya couldn’t understand why everything was done manually.
He heard a knock coming from the door. Between where Shinya was standing and to the door, he didn’t make out who at all might be on the other side. Anyone being there would be a surprise coming at this hour, but that someone being Guren was startling.
Especially when he barges straight in to kiss him without any warning.
Guren locked the door behind him and started pushing him to the bed. His fingers tangled in Shinya’s hair and another hand on his waist. Shinya’s hands clutched Guren's chest, unsure whether to push him away or pull him in. His legs hit the bed’s frame, careful not to go as far as actually falling onto the bed. As the kiss started to get rough, Shinya’s conscience came back and reluctantly pushed him away.
“Guren, what the hell are you doing?” His voice came out breathy. Both his hands covered Guren’s mouth.
Something’s off.
Really off.
There’s something different with Guren tonight. Maybe it was the dark of night that made everything so hard to see, but he scrutinised his face a bit more. Little by little, he was able to distinguish colours. He didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t. Guren wouldn’t.
“Your eyes,” His face fell. “They’re red,”
Guren, or whoever that is standing in front of him didn’t mutter a single thing. Shinya examined his face once again and started moving his eyes to his head. When he thought he could brush his eyes off as contact lens, his horns had formed. Falling into his own delusion, there’s no diminishing the fact that Guren was indeed possessed.
Like a devil, he smirked with his eyes.
Shinya stood there shocked. Not sure what to do. His eyes widened as every passing moment fell. Guren pushed his hands away from his mouth. He looked so demonic and that scared Shinya a little. What happened to him?
“C’mon Shinya,” Guren pulled his wrist and leaned in to continue the kiss. Demon Guren was brash. Shinya harshly pulled away from his grasp, feeling every disgusting feeling piling inside him.
“Who are you ?” he questioned.
“I’m Guren,” The demon lied. Didn’t even make an effort to lie properly.
“Don’t toy with me,” he starts to sound aggressive. “Where’s Guren?”
“In front of you,” Gosh, the demon sure can provoke him. Someone finally worth competing with. It’s starting to irritate Shinya how he won’t answer any questions.
All Shinya wanted to do was take a shower, read a few pages of a book and then go to sleep. He is so drained out, he himself couldn’t believe he is this tired. Now, this? He’s meeting death before his 30. The kiss earlier didn’t have much impact on him as he thought it would, knowing it wasn’t real, why would it?
He rubbed his eyes, hoping it was an illusion, it was not. Ruffled his hair and now it's just a pile of white mess on his head. Doing all these things still doesn’t help with his situation. The demon was still there, he was still tired and the silence was too loud.
Guren crossed his arms and leaned on his side against the wall.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” he jokes.
He smiles again. A villainous smile, enjoying the misery he has put Shinya in. It was clear as day that Shinya was angry. But to project it on to this demon was going to be useless, so, if he wanted to, he should do it to the real Guren.
The demon approached Shinya.
Held him by the jaw and tried to kiss him again. And Shinya almost gave in. His fatigue was about to get the better of him. The white haired snapped back to reality.
“So wait, just wait,” frustrated, he continued. Asking questions didn’t seem to be doing any good to this lot. He’s in the same spot. Still unsure. “I need a shower. You stay here. Do not go anywhere,”
“Couldn’t even if I wanted to,” Even a slap wouldn’t make his grin fall off his face. Whatever that means.
Shinya took his towel and clothes and went into the bathroom. He’ll do the thinking in the shower.
A few minutes later, he’s out of the bathroom and sees Guren rummaging through his stuff.
“What are you doing?” Shinya asked, still drying his hair with a towel, calmer than before.
He didn’t answer.
“Okay, you know what,” Shinya grabbed Guren’s hands and forced him to sit on the bed. They’re sitting facing each other. The thing Shinya despised the most is in front of him, took its form and seeing eye to eye like this really tests his patience.
“Is this his demon I’m talking to?”
This time, he answers the question, “No,”
But if it was a lie, Shinya could not tell.
He rubbed his temple.
“Are you lying?”
“No,”
Hypothetically, if he were telling the truth, who is possessing—
“If you’re wondering who’s possessing him, it’s someone stronger than any demon. Someone who can actually take control of him, someone—“
“Get on with it,”
“Himself. Well, technically me,”
What?
Shinya had his bad days, hungover in the mornings, though none gives them a headache like this.
“Wait, so, you’re not his demon?”
He shakes his head.
“Nor are you Guren?”
Again, he shakes his head. Shinya rubbed his face with both of his hands. He doesn’t even want to know what he’s feeling honestly. ‘Guren’ felt a tiny bit of remorse for him. Looking too pitiful doesn’t do anything for him either. He helps explain the situation.
“I’m like the voice at the back of his head,”
Shinya peeked through his hands.
“ That is an entity on its own?”
He nods.
Well, that was new. Either Shinya was very gullible or he’s telling the truth, he feels like an idiot. He thinks of what led Guren to this point. How bad had his day went for him to go as low as this? Everything was happening in such a short amount of time, that time started to feel like it was made up.
‘Guren’ examined him intently. From every strand of his hair to the furrow of his eyebrows, he looked at him. Starting from the top, his gaze trails down to his throat, collarbones and next thing you know, his legs, which were surprisingly exposed. He has never been so thankful for shorts
Shinya noticed. He slapped him.
“God, that felt good,” Shinya said. Feeling ever so relieved like a huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders. Something about Guren was very slappable . Doesn’t matter who’s occupying his body. His pretty face is a good punching bag.
“Hah,” Guren went rigid. He put his hand to the burn.
“Are you seriously this horny? Jeez,” It was weird. When it comes to the squad, especially Goshi, making inappropriate jokes, he’s usually annoyed by it. From what Shinya can tell anyway. Knowing he thinks about stuff like this was shocking in a sense.
“How’d it get to this?”
“Had too much to drink. Dunno, this week was tiring,”
“Guess everyone is, huh,” Taking advantage of the situation, he asks, “Alright tell me, if this is really not the Guren who holds back. Are you still in love with Mahiru?”
“Are you jealous?”
”No,” He denies. not very convincing.
”I don’t really know. We went our separate ways. I feel the only lingering attachment with her was when we were kids. I don’t think there’s more to that,”
“Oh, sorry,”
“Don’t fret,”
“Why is it easier to talk to you like this?”
He tilts his head.
“Like this . When you’re not acting like you have something to hide all the time. Scared that you’ll ruin something. It’s annoying honestly. Even the squad thinks so,”
“You’re one to talk aren’t you?” He really doesn’t hold back.
“At least I’m enjoyable,”
“Will you remember? All of this, when you’ll wake up tomorrow?”
“I, will remain asleep but when he wakes up he will not.”
Same body yet very two different people. Shinya shifts his gaze to Guren’s fingers, picks them up and caresses them with his own, unbeknownst to what might provoke Guren into feeling.
“Your fingers, it’s dark,”
“It happens when I turn like this. This is not even the worst,”
“They turn more, the larger your desires, right?”
“Correct,”
“What do you desire now?”
”You,”
”You can talk all you want, Guren,” Annoyed, Shinya gets up from the bed and heads for his dressing table.
“Your words are contradictory from the pace of your heartbeat, sweetheart,” His devilish grin forms again as he leans against the headboard. “Your heart has never been able to lie,”
Shinya’s face flushed a burning red and quickly turned to face him. “You..” He paces towards him, slamming both his hands on the bed out of anger—No, embarrassment.
“You listen?! ”
Guren says nothing but smiles. “You can't blame me,”
“Nuh-uh! I definitely can! That’s like a violation of privacy and…” Running out of words to justify his anger, he sat down on the edge of the bed and covered his face.
“You’re cute,” Guren laughs, almost in a genuine way that made Shinya believe it really was him.
“Not funny,” He took a pillow and threw it at him.
A long silenced minutes passed, his embarrassment had been watered down enough to talk again.
“So, what—Oh,” Shinya looks at Guren, already, fast asleep. So sudden from the moments before. His horns have gone away. He looks like Guren, the only one Shinya has ever known.
“Goodnight,”
—-
The morning sun shone brought blindness to Guren who laid on Shinya’s bed. He sat up straight, ignoring the sleep in his eyes and the headache that definitely did not only just come from a hangover. only visible confusement appeared on his face. Shinya was not to be seen. Guren checks that his clothes are still on and tries his absolute hardest to remember what he did or didn’t do yesterday. nothing much has changed since last night except the question of how he’s in Shinya’s bedroom was another matter. He remembers he drank. A few too many. And suddenly he is here. Without any collection of him merely stepping into the hallway of his room.
He gets out before he can make face with Shinya. Seeing him at work will be enough, he’ll ask questions there.
The day caves into the time, needlessly slipping away and he hasn’t seen Shinya. He didn’t ask the squad on his whereabouts but he did ask Kureto. Who was of no help since he didn’t know where he was either. Worried or curious, he couldn’t decide. He goes to the bar below the main building and already a few officers have drunk the evening away. He caught a glimpse of white hair behind the pillar near a door and a feeling of relief crashes him, somehow.
“Hi,” Shinya says, stopping swirling his drink in hand as Guren sat down on the stool beside him. “What are you doing here?”
“Where have you been?” His tone was delightful but the question was threatening.
“Teaching a class the whole day. And work,” Shinya raised an eyebrow.
“Oh,”
“Why?”
“I thought you were avoiding me,”
He kinda was. Not on purpose but it just so happens his schedule didn’t align with Guren today and is a little bit grateful. Curious to see how last night impacted him today, though as he said he wouldn’t remember.
“Alright, I gotta ask, did we do anything yesterday?” The question flushes Shinya’s face red.
“No, we didn’t. You’re a fool for thinking that I’d do it with you while you’re drunk,” Possessed? Almost. ”I just so happen to be a good friend and let you stay in my room instead of kicking you out…Since you’re here, you want a drink?”
Contemplating, he accepted his offer.
A little too many times.
Far too many times.
Shinya was still sober by half though Guren has knocked out cold. It’s cute seeing him
like that, flushed from ear to ear. A sight he much preferred than last night. Shinya laughs to himself, enjoying the sight of him. They talked for the first time in a while. His face planted on the bar table. Looking around, the crowd grew by a few in the bar, some still talking, some in the same state as Guren and some just drinking in silence.
The sudden feeling of Shinya's wrist being grasped tightly made him turn and Guren—No, not Guren. Not anymore.
The red pooled the violet eyes like ink dipped in water.
“Hi, again,”
Shinya’s eyes widened and grabbed his hand and instantly scattered out of the room. Guren cannot be seen like this. It’s past 12, barely any staff was roaming around but it was still so risky. The worry eased as they entered the room and Shinya’s breathing was still rapid.
“Why,” In quick breaths. “Why are you… here?”
He consumed too much alcohol to handle things like this.
The horns had already formed. Shinya didn’t realise when it did. From the look on the demon’s face he didn’t know exactly why either. He was making himself rather comfortable on Shinya’s bed, sitting like he gave permission. Shinya’s face was disdainfully cruel to the sight of Guren now. How wretched one can be. He walked over to him, towering over him like he was the one in control. Lifting his chin with his finger making him look up to him, pulling his throat taut, he says “Waste of a pretty face,”
“You think I’m pretty?”
Shinya scoffs. Why couldn’t he get drunk like a normal person? Why did he have to turn into this cocky, full of shit, monster? Why didn’t he draw his weapon when he tells himself he hates him?
“What, Shinya? Are you afraid of me? Afraid that you might turn into me or afraid that you might give in to me? You have always been a saint. Let loose for a while. You’re human after all,”
He used the one thing Shinya stood for as his reason to make him surrender.
Shinya didn’t pay attention to him anymore and all that filled the room was deafening silence. The air around him shifted when he felt the demon’s presence beside him and Shinya breaks. He pushed him against the wall and Guren showed no resistance, obliging to Shinya’s every move.
“Listen, you and I both know frankly I hate you. This form of you. I always have. And you turned into one when it mattered most. Are you so weak to let ‘your voice’ take over you if that’s what you deemed? in everything, you lied. To your friends and to everyone. Me, a saint? I don’t go around preaching to find a reason to live just for the sake of it.
“Hypocrite,” He smiles, not the sweet kind Shinya always adored on Guren, maybe because it wasn’t Guren. “It’s nice seeing you not holding back either,”
The word hypocrite had landed on the softened parts of him and it stung a bit. A victory in the demon’s eyes. In actuality, there was no point in contrasting the demon and Guren considering they’re both playing the same game with Shinya.
“What do you want? Why are you here?”