[ He's late tonight. He was supposed to be home by eight in the evening, but there'd been a particularly irate customer who barged into the cafe right before closing. Minato's too exhausted to recall what exactly she was so fussed about. Something about the effectiveness of Chagall's Pheromone Coffee, he thinks -- it doesn't matter anymore, so he'd quickly disposed of any memories of that debacle.
He would have come home sooner if he didn't stop by someplace to pick up food. Akira's probably hungry though. He can't just let him starve.
Minato returns home with a plastic bag clutched in a hand. There are several Chinese takeout containers stacked within it, white cardboard boxes with their titular metal handles. He unlocks the door to his apartment and nudges it open with a shoulder. ]
I'm home.
[ He slips his shoes off and stumbles wearily into the kitchen, setting the food on the table. He should probably eat as well, but he can't be bothered with taking a bite while he's this exhausted. ]
Sorry I'm late. I brought some dinner for you if you haven't eaten yet...
[ With that, he sets to dropping his bag on an unoccupied chair while shedding his coat, sighing as he tugs the fridge open in search of something cold to drink. ]
[ minato's late, which isn't something that happens very often. but thankfully, akira has perfected the art of keeping himself entertained, namely in the form of managing an onlyfans account. you can do so much with opposable thumbs, and people seem to go a little crazy over the cat ears and tail, so why shouldn't he take advantage of it? with minato gone for most of the day, it's the perfect opportunity to upload pictures.
he'd just finished posting a new set as minato comes in, his ears flicking briefly towards the door. it's too late for him to change out now, but it's fine; maybe minato might like his outfit: a lacy, see-through babydoll top and matching ruffled boyshorts with a little heart cutout for his tail to fit through. with minato turned towards the fridge, akira slinks up behind him to reach for the carton of cream, pressing up against his back. ]
[ Minato's fingers curl around a can of Moonkist, and the only thing stopping him from standing up straight to close the fridge door is -- oh. That's Akira hovering over him, pressed against his back while reaching for the carton of cream above his head. ]
You need to make more noise when you're walking around...
[ The cat is going to give him a heart attack one of these days.
He glances over his shoulder and up at Akira, blinking as he takes in his "pet's" outfit (in truth, Akira feels more like a roommate than his cat these days). ]
Oh. You didn't get the chance to change?
[ By now, Minato's well aware of Akira's job, and that's why the outfit seems to have little to no effect on him. He dons an apron at work. Akira puts on lacy, see-through babydoll tops and ruffles boyshorts. Same difference. ]
[ he presses his face briefly to minato's nape in much the same way a cat would bump their foreheads against a hand or leg, breathing in his scent. minato smells like coffee with a hint of sweetness, perhaps from the pastries the cafe provides. ]
You could put a bell on me, [ he says, amused, before pulling away to give minato room. he drinks the cream straight from the carton, licking his lips afterwards. ] Like the ones attached to ribbons.
[ as a former stray, the idea of wearing a collar of any kind doesn't sit well with him, but he'd make an exception for minato. he's still living at his place, after all, despite the time that has passed, and he doesn't think he'll be leaving anytime soon. minato also has yet to turn him away, so akira doesn't see a reason to change anything. ]
Not yet, I just finished. [ he lounges against the counter next to minato, placing his arms on the surface and resting his chin on them as his tail sways lazily behind him. ] Do you like it?
[ From start to finish, Minato's been mentally checked out of all conversations with the alpha seated across from him, both hands wrapped around his coffee cup to avoid giving the man an opening to reach for one of them. It's not that he dislikes Akechi Goro. The man makes for pleasant conversation each time they've met up.
He knows, however, that it's a mere veneer for the underlying purpose to their dates. Today is their fifth and final one. His aunt insisted on topping it off with something grander and more extravagant, but Minato's always found those types of dates unnecessarily exhausting. The get-togethers aren't what mattered.
The only thing that mattered is what came after them, whether or not its end results were successful.
Minato takes one last sip of his latte before lowering it to the table. Instead of looking Akechi in the eye, he keeps his gaze fixed at the last drops of coffee in his cup. ]
You're the eleventh alpha I've met. What makes you so different from the other ten?
[ akechi is joining into the pleasantries as well as he can, which- is honestly pretty good. he smiles and laughs, makes the right kinds of comments, nods... all the things needed to be seen as an acceptable alpha for this meeting.
so when minato asks that...
he laughs again, politely, hand over his mouth. ]
My. You're certainly beating right to the chase, aren't you? [ he asks with a polite voice like a bell, eyes crinkling in all the right ways. ]
[ The polite laugh draws utter disinterest from Minato, his gaze remaining fixated on the thin layer of dark coffee left in his cup instead of meeting Akechi's eyes. ]
It's pointless to carry on if we're ultimately incompatible.
[ Cutting right to the chase is simply the pragmatic approach. His aunt still has a long list of potential suitors she intended on introducing to him. The sooner Minato can set Akechi aside if necessary, the better. ]
The only thing that matters is this.
[ He lifts a hand to his neck where a deep blue band wraps around it, index finger tapping against his scent gland. ]
[ It's true. What's a teen to do when the person heckling them is a mega successful owner of a home shopping show, with plenty connections to the seedy business world to keep victims quiet? Even if Minato doesn't truly think he'll follow up on his threats, the fact that they exist at all must be troubling to onlookers. ]
I'm sure he has his reasons.
[ ... ]
I think most ordinary people behave that way when something else is bothering them.
[It's kind of cold and miserable out. Has been since they got back from the ski trip. It's no surprise then, that Kazuya comes down with a cold. Normally it wouldn't be so bad, if it weren't for the fact that he's forced to go through it alone and away from home this year.
It's not for any obscene reason he calls up a maid service. He's sure his parents know that he's responsible. They wouldn't second guess the funds being spent on his card for something like this, though they might still make an occasional amused jab at him. Atsuro would definitely make amused and lecherous jabs at him if he knew, but he doesn't have to.
All he wants is for someone to do a quick tidy up, and to make dinner for the day as he tries to recoup his miserable strength reserves.
So when he answers the door for his apartment, and it's a familiar face staring back at him, in an outfit he knows, but isn't familiar, Kazuya blinks.]
... I think I must be really sick.
[There's no way his friend is wearing a maid outfit in front if him.]
[ He's never actually been to Kazuya's place before. Staying out to sleepover someplace other than the dorm was forbidden, and Paulownia Mall or the strip mall was the usual go-to for the two of them.
Therefore, Minato has little to no clue that he's about to knock on his friend's door. He'd simply been given an address and a brief task description. It's just a request to tidy up a bit and cook a simple soup. Even Minato was capable of that much. ]
...oh.
[ He glances down at the piece of paper with an address scribbled on it and -- yes, it seems this is the correct place.
Well, a job's a job, so Minato stands a little straighter, picking up the tote bag of cleaning supplies off the floor and slinging its handle over one shoulder. ]
It's okay. I'll take good care of you.
[ And if he's committing to the bit... ]
Just sit back and relax, Master. I'll handle everything.
[ "I'll take good care of you," says Minato, in a maid outfit at his front door. "Sit back and relax, Master," Minato tacks on, as if he seriously needs to play the bit for his outfit.
He knows the other guy is constantly working part time jobs, but seriously? Will he take anything? How bad are his finances, anyway? He lives in a dorm, doesn't he?
Kazuya stays still, blocking Minato's entrance into his home, and blinks at him in stunned silence. ]
... Sure. Why not?
[ Fuck it. If he's going to be miserable anyway, and if the guy needs money badly enough to play dress up...
Kazuya shrugs, slinking back into his apartment, falling onto his couch miserably. His arm falls over his eyes, as he does, and he calls out: ]
I have everything you need already, if you wanna save supplies.
[ His apartment isn't big, but it's not entirely small either. That being said... other than some stray laundry, everything really is kept tidy. Maybe some dusting and organization at worst? ]
Humanity must claw its way in the direction of any potential means of salvation. Thus, the world's fate comes to rest squarely on the shoulders of a boy who resembled the King of Bel as he walked the earth.
He kneels before the altar clad only in orange robes, hands folded in prayer and head bowed. A deep crimson cloth is draped over it, golden runes embroidered into fabric.
A man dressed in similar robes stands at his side, resting a hand upon his shoulder. "Your role in our future victory will be recorded in history. All that you have done was for this very moment, and you have done well to keep yourself pure for our King."
The boy does not respond and continues to pray, but the man knows that he has heard his words. Satisfied, he retrieves his hand and takes his leave. After all, the ritual must be completed without any distractions.
The golden runes embroidered on the cloth begin to glow, a shadow falling over the clandestine room. The air hums with energy gathering at the center of the altar, until enough of it coalesces into a single figure. ]
[He doesn't know why he's been called upon now, nor does he particularly care. An excuse to stretch his legs around the human realm again after being cooped up and stuck within the demon realm is all he needs to take the bait that's been laid so cleverly for him by the descendent of followers he'd once upon a time called friends; if those descendent even existed to begin with, after all this time.
He'll find out soon enough.
Either way, the visage before him seems mild and meek, hands clasped together in prayer. Prayer enough that it offers a taste of what he could have, though it isn't enough. Too long has he spent in the demon realm, and too alluring is the lamb offered to him. He'll find out why he's been called upon, yes, but before that, he intends to find out just who this lamb is before he satiates himself.
Glowing crimson eyes lock on, and his hand moves to cover the humans, fingers entwining with the crimson and gold laden cloth in a tight fist.]
I take it the Shomonkai didn't decide to call me over for a friendly chat, now did they? [A pause, and then a soft, humourless laugh.] Do you still call yourselves that? Still wearing orange, I see.
[ Something warm drapes over his folded hands, compelling Minato to open his eyes. He lifts his face to meet the King of Bel's gaze, the scarlet cloth fluttering from his shoulders as the demon king takes it into his fist. Beneath it are the very same orange robes referenced by their hopeful savior. ]
You answered the Shomonkai's call, yes.
[ "The Shomonkai," he says, when the rest of the group could do nothing but await the outcome of the ritual. It was Minato's prayers and heart alone that had called out to their King. ]
...in three days, Nyx will cover the world in eternal night.
[ And technically it was humanity's fault too, for it was their desire for more power that brought about Nyx's ultimate descent. ]
If you choose to save us, I will supply you with the necessary resources for your battle.
[ Once upon a time, he had been friendly with the Shomonkai, or at least, their leader at the time. And he had offered, before he'd left the human realm, to help them should anything happen. Nothing quite to the effect of a proper contract, but a friendly offer of aid for the world he'd cared so much about.
Now, he gives a small, considering hum. Takes a few steps around the lamb offered for him to slaughter and pick apart as he pleases, assessing and sizing him up, the cloth from his hand dropping to the floor before he makes it fully back around. ]
I didn't answer their call. [ He says as he leans in, the tips of his fingers moving to tip the humans head upward by his chin. This boy... He looks so much like him, in so many ways. And now, just like he'd once been, he's tasked with handling a greater power than he can even fathom.
Time truly is a flat circle, isn't it?]
I answered yours.
[ And though he might be part of the Shomonkai, does he know what it means? To provide him with the "resources" for a fight like what he's asking? It's one thing if he does, but if he's unknowing in any way... ]
You might be part of their collective, but with this summoning, I answer to you, and you alone, if you make this contract.
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Hamuto?
[ That's... kinda cute? ]
Definitely better than "good hamster".
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So now your codename is Hamuto.
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That's right, you use those in the Metaverse...
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[ He...thinks. It feels like one of those things to be better safe than sorry about. ]
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@rehabilitations; what if Akira had cat ears and a tail
He would have come home sooner if he didn't stop by someplace to pick up food. Akira's probably hungry though. He can't just let him starve.
Minato returns home with a plastic bag clutched in a hand. There are several Chinese takeout containers stacked within it, white cardboard boxes with their titular metal handles. He unlocks the door to his apartment and nudges it open with a shoulder. ]
I'm home.
[ He slips his shoes off and stumbles wearily into the kitchen, setting the food on the table. He should probably eat as well, but he can't be bothered with taking a bite while he's this exhausted. ]
Sorry I'm late. I brought some dinner for you if you haven't eaten yet...
[ With that, he sets to dropping his bag on an unoccupied chair while shedding his coat, sighing as he tugs the fridge open in search of something cold to drink. ]
remember u asked for this
he'd just finished posting a new set as minato comes in, his ears flicking briefly towards the door. it's too late for him to change out now, but it's fine; maybe minato might like his outfit: a lacy, see-through babydoll top and matching ruffled boyshorts with a little heart cutout for his tail to fit through. with minato turned towards the fridge, akira slinks up behind him to reach for the carton of cream, pressing up against his back. ]
Welcome home.
"follow ur dreams" I said and thus here we are...
You need to make more noise when you're walking around...
[ The cat is going to give him a heart attack one of these days.
He glances over his shoulder and up at Akira, blinking as he takes in his "pet's" outfit (in truth, Akira feels more like a roommate than his cat these days). ]
Oh. You didn't get the chance to change?
[ By now, Minato's well aware of Akira's job, and that's why the outfit seems to have little to no effect on him. He dons an apron at work. Akira puts on lacy, see-through babydoll tops and ruffles boyshorts. Same difference. ]
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You could put a bell on me, [ he says, amused, before pulling away to give minato room. he drinks the cream straight from the carton, licking his lips afterwards. ] Like the ones attached to ribbons.
[ as a former stray, the idea of wearing a collar of any kind doesn't sit well with him, but he'd make an exception for minato. he's still living at his place, after all, despite the time that has passed, and he doesn't think he'll be leaving anytime soon. minato also has yet to turn him away, so akira doesn't see a reason to change anything. ]
Not yet, I just finished. [ he lounges against the counter next to minato, placing his arms on the surface and resting his chin on them as his tail sways lazily behind him. ] Do you like it?
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He knows, however, that it's a mere veneer for the underlying purpose to their dates. Today is their fifth and final one. His aunt insisted on topping it off with something grander and more extravagant, but Minato's always found those types of dates unnecessarily exhausting. The get-togethers aren't what mattered.
The only thing that mattered is what came after them, whether or not its end results were successful.
Minato takes one last sip of his latte before lowering it to the table. Instead of looking Akechi in the eye, he keeps his gaze fixed at the last drops of coffee in his cup. ]
You're the eleventh alpha I've met. What makes you so different from the other ten?
HEHEHE
so when minato asks that...
he laughs again, politely, hand over his mouth. ]
My. You're certainly beating right to the chase, aren't you? [ he asks with a polite voice like a bell, eyes crinkling in all the right ways. ]
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It's pointless to carry on if we're ultimately incompatible.
[ Cutting right to the chase is simply the pragmatic approach. His aunt still has a long list of potential suitors she intended on introducing to him. The sooner Minato can set Akechi aside if necessary, the better. ]
The only thing that matters is this.
[ He lifts a hand to his neck where a deep blue band wraps around it, index finger tapping against his scent gland. ]
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he has a job, and he intends to do it- even if this omega seems to be immune to his best behavior. ha. figures.
but then he does that, and-
his nose flares. ]
Getting straight to the point, are you? [ he muses quietly, eyes stuck on the gland. ]
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[ It's true. What's a teen to do when the person heckling them is a mega successful owner of a home shopping show, with plenty connections to the seedy business world to keep victims quiet? Even if Minato doesn't truly think he'll follow up on his threats, the fact that they exist at all must be troubling to onlookers. ]
I'm sure he has his reasons.
[ ... ]
I think most ordinary people behave that way when something else is bothering them.
@survivaltricks it's POCKY DAY
IT'S POCKY DAY!!
[don't mind Akira as he leans in to peer at the box curiously]
Hn? What flavor?
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With his mouth still full with the piece of pocky, Minato holds the box out to Akira. ]
Classic.
[ No adventurous eating today... ]
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And here I thought it'd be banana. Or maybe even pineapple?
[or some other weird flavor]
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part-time worker maidnato
puts him IN MY MOUTH
It's not for any obscene reason he calls up a maid service. He's sure his parents know that he's responsible. They wouldn't second guess the funds being spent on his card for something like this, though they might still make an occasional amused jab at him. Atsuro would definitely make amused and lecherous jabs at him if he knew, but he doesn't have to.
All he wants is for someone to do a quick tidy up, and to make dinner for the day as he tries to recoup his miserable strength reserves.
So when he answers the door for his apartment, and it's a familiar face staring back at him, in an outfit he knows, but isn't familiar, Kazuya blinks.]
... I think I must be really sick.
[There's no way his friend is wearing a maid outfit in front if him.]
blinks and 12 days went by
Therefore, Minato has little to no clue that he's about to knock on his friend's door. He'd simply been given an address and a brief task description. It's just a request to tidy up a bit and cook a simple soup. Even Minato was capable of that much. ]
...oh.
[ He glances down at the piece of paper with an address scribbled on it and -- yes, it seems this is the correct place.
Well, a job's a job, so Minato stands a little straighter, picking up the tote bag of cleaning supplies off the floor and slinging its handle over one shoulder. ]
It's okay. I'll take good care of you.
[ And if he's committing to the bit... ]
Just sit back and relax, Master. I'll handle everything.
waiting like hachiko...
He knows the other guy is constantly working part time jobs, but seriously? Will he take anything? How bad are his finances, anyway? He lives in a dorm, doesn't he?
Kazuya stays still, blocking Minato's entrance into his home, and blinks at him in stunned silence. ]
... Sure. Why not?
[ Fuck it. If he's going to be miserable anyway, and if the guy needs money badly enough to play dress up...
Kazuya shrugs, slinking back into his apartment, falling onto his couch miserably. His arm falls over his eyes, as he does, and he calls out: ]
I have everything you need already, if you wanna save supplies.
[ His apartment isn't big, but it's not entirely small either. That being said... other than some stray laundry, everything really is kept tidy. Maybe some dusting and organization at worst? ]
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Humanity must claw its way in the direction of any potential means of salvation. Thus, the world's fate comes to rest squarely on the shoulders of a boy who resembled the King of Bel as he walked the earth.
He kneels before the altar clad only in orange robes, hands folded in prayer and head bowed. A deep crimson cloth is draped over it, golden runes embroidered into fabric.
A man dressed in similar robes stands at his side, resting a hand upon his shoulder. "Your role in our future victory will be recorded in history. All that you have done was for this very moment, and you have done well to keep yourself pure for our King."
The boy does not respond and continues to pray, but the man knows that he has heard his words. Satisfied, he retrieves his hand and takes his leave. After all, the ritual must be completed without any distractions.
The golden runes embroidered on the cloth begin to glow, a shadow falling over the clandestine room. The air hums with energy gathering at the center of the altar, until enough of it coalesces into a single figure. ]
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He'll find out soon enough.
Either way, the visage before him seems mild and meek, hands clasped together in prayer. Prayer enough that it offers a taste of what he could have, though it isn't enough. Too long has he spent in the demon realm, and too alluring is the lamb offered to him. He'll find out why he's been called upon, yes, but before that, he intends to find out just who this lamb is before he satiates himself.
Glowing crimson eyes lock on, and his hand moves to cover the humans, fingers entwining with the crimson and gold laden cloth in a tight fist.]
I take it the Shomonkai didn't decide to call me over for a friendly chat, now did they? [A pause, and then a soft, humourless laugh.] Do you still call yourselves that? Still wearing orange, I see.
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You answered the Shomonkai's call, yes.
[ "The Shomonkai," he says, when the rest of the group could do nothing but await the outcome of the ritual. It was Minato's prayers and heart alone that had called out to their King. ]
...in three days, Nyx will cover the world in eternal night.
[ And technically it was humanity's fault too, for it was their desire for more power that brought about Nyx's ultimate descent. ]
If you choose to save us, I will supply you with the necessary resources for your battle.
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Now, he gives a small, considering hum. Takes a few steps around the lamb offered for him to slaughter and pick apart as he pleases, assessing and sizing him up, the cloth from his hand dropping to the floor before he makes it fully back around. ]
I didn't answer their call. [ He says as he leans in, the tips of his fingers moving to tip the humans head upward by his chin. This boy... He looks so much like him, in so many ways. And now, just like he'd once been, he's tasked with handling a greater power than he can even fathom.
Time truly is a flat circle, isn't it?]
I answered yours.
[ And though he might be part of the Shomonkai, does he know what it means? To provide him with the "resources" for a fight like what he's asking? It's one thing if he does, but if he's unknowing in any way... ]
You might be part of their collective, but with this summoning, I answer to you, and you alone, if you make this contract.
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