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There was a loud, metallic crash quickly followed by the whine of a car alarm, honking and shrieking down the dark street. Immediately dogs started barking and baying, and Kazuya, sprawled out on the roof of a crumpled car, groaned in pain. Ah, ah, that hurt, that really really hurt...

Kazuya wrenched himself to the side, and rather gracelessly, flopped off of the car and onto the concrete below, shards of glass digging into his stomach. Oh he blew out the windows. Oops. Whatever he didn't care. His bones felt like they'd melted.

He heaved a great, gagging cough, a thick reddish clump being forced out. Oh, which organ was that? Whatever, Kazuya could feel himself beginning to regenerate it. An unpleasant, burning and clenching feeling behind his breast bone. Well, he should get up now. The house in front of the car was beginning to light up, and soon people would come out to see a passed out teenager on the pavement hacking up pieces of guts.

Uuuuuuuuuuh....

Kazuya managed to crawl up to his hands and knees, and after taking a bracing, deep breath, lifted up his hand and snapped his fingers. He couldn't teleport far, but he could teleport out of sight, to wherever he would go. The world distorted, blacked out, and then Kazuya was suddenly landing on top of an occupied bed, the car's siren now muffled but still wailing.

Oh well this was productive.

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It was almost impossible to wake Akiba up once he fell asleep. His prowess at the various REM stages was a legendary tale told across his graduating class about how he had zombie'd his way through final exams. But if he was awake, boy was he awake- his powerful ability to doze like a rock was partially due to how he'd exhaust his brain over the course of an average day.

And the previous day, now winding down in to midnight, had been no average day. The memory of the Septentrione Incident felt far off, but it had only been a week ago- and he had realized that specific fact when he had woken that morning. This time back then, he was kicking a giant alien's butt through space. This time in proper time, he'd been able to eat kids cereal and not get his parents to chide him.

So he wasn't stuck in a groundhog loop. Good.

Freedom from his worst scifi nightmares didn't make him feel very safe, though, and he'd been fitfully texting Daichi all night to ensure time was still a Thing and that there wasn't any godzilla down the street. It was easier to play off his silly paranoia as jokes, and the two had been concocting a ridiculous series of Totally True Texts for an hour.

The car alarm played to his childish fears, but not as much as something literally crumpling on top of him. He completely froze, phone gripped suddenly tighter in his hand as he hesitantly hit 'send'.

"Um..."

It was a person. Sorta. He'd learn to know when something didn't feel quite right, but...

"...teleportation accident?"

just roll with it just roll with it

Kazuya was just deliriously happy that the person he landed on didn't start screaming bloody murder (he knew he would've if someone landed on him in the middle of the night, if only because it would be Loki and his grabby hands), and just gave a vague sounding, zombie like groan before rolling off of the guy-

And onto the floor with a dull thump.

Kazuya just gave up, lying on the floor in a pathetic sort of way. His breathing rattled loosely in his chest, and Kazuya realised that he probably did jellify his bones with falling so hard onto that car. His human body was still a bit 'squishy' compared to his demonic, and although he couldn't die from falling several thousand feet in the air, he could still break bones and liquefy important organs.

It was as unpleasant as it sounded.

So as Kazuya waited for everything to fix itself (and hope the bed owner didn't call the cops), he stared at the wall, his eyes easily piercing through the darkness. He could hear muffled shouts outside the bedroom now, indignant and confused about the state of the broken car. Well, at least the wailing finally stopped.

The flop he took to be more or less a 'yes'.

Akiba quietly peered over the edge of his bed, being careful to not get too close. His mind was already going- how was someone teleporting, anyway? Demon power? Something seemed demonic, but there weren't any around, so were they...? He? Did that mean Nicaea was still open oh geez Saiduq please tell him otherwise -which made him physically lag in actually reacting to the presence.

The uncomfortable minute of silence was eventually broken by a lady's voice, yelling up the stairs.

"Akiba! Are you okay?"

His mom was still downstairs, probably updating her Facebook or something. Akiba jumped up, stepping over the blue haired yep-its-a-guy and sticking his head out the door to yell down himself.

"It's okay, ima! Daichi's just sending me porn again."
A chuckle wafted up the stairs, and the woman's voice called back; "I hope he's not trying to woo you and Io."

Akiba didn't respond to the retort, just closed his door...and after a moment, locked it. It'd be bad if his mom came upstairs when he had a...

Oh right. He should probably attend to the stranger on his floor problem. He stepped closer, crouching cautiously, as if anticipating tentacle monsters or spit acid. (Of course this had to happen after he changed in to his PJs, he never wore anything but shorts to bed...)

"Do you need help...?"

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Kazuya was quite docile as the guy - yeah it was definitely a guy - stepped over him and shouted down to his mother. The guy was taking a complete stranger appearing in his room pretty well, and even came back to make sure he was okay. Who was this guy? What, were handsome young demon kings appearing out of nowhere a daily occurrence for him? Lucky bastard.

"Mn...no, just, gimme a minute," Kazuya gurgled, and after a long pause managed to carefully push himself up onto his hands and knees. His cape was a bit tangled around him, but he honestly wasn't arsed with it at that moment, his headphones a bit knocked askew from all that knocking about he'd been doing.

Least he knew what a pinball felt like now.

"Sorry, uh, my organs are, hnn, kinda purée right now..." Kazuya coughed, "Trying not to puke all over your floor."

His gut heh reaction to that tumbled out of his mouth like a faucet without a filter- "You might want to get that checked out. If you, however, do need to hurl up bio-waste, my bathroom's over there." Akiba indicated the door on the other side of the room witha point of his phone, still watching the crumbled caped probably-demonoid with a blank face. Flipping his phone open again, Akiba checked his load out, and cast diarama on the stranger. He was seriously doubting it'd, well, work on liquid insides, but hey. Maybe the power of friendship or Fate or whatever would kick in anyway?

There was a sound of footsteps somewhere outside his bedroom, and then the creaking of stairs; Akiba glanced briefly behind him warily, but it seemed to be his dad going downstairs. Wow, could they just go to sleep already? This was going to be so awkward...

The healing magic was able to help speed things along - enough for the pained nausea to subside a little. Kazuya let out a low whine-like groan, but sat up completely then, quickly jerking his head to the side. There was a loud, disgusting crunching noise, and quite a lot of the pain jolting up and down his spine abruptly vanished. Oh. Oh that was a lot better.

Now that Kazuya was pretty much patched up and able to function halfway decently, he turned to regard the guy whose room he was crashing. He looked pretty ordinary, even if he was only in a pair of shorts, with bright blue eyes and messy dark hair. And apparently able to use magic.

Maybe magic was an everyday thing in this world? Kazuya had happened upon that before, so it didn't really shock him.

"Nah, m'fine now. Uh," Kazuya paused a bit awkwardly, starting to untangle his cape a bit, "So, um. Sorry for the, uh, intrusion. I didn't intend to jump you in the middle of the night."

Akiba watched the cape untangling with an odd sort of smile on his face. His damn animes kept happenin-

...

With that thought, his smile faded slightly and he went over to his desk chair, pulling on his bunny hood jacket for the sake of modesty.

Still, to assuage his own momentary lapse in pokerfacing, Akiba made an 'eh' hand motion and stuffed his phone in his jacket pocket.

"Happens to the best of us. I almost teleported in to a wall once." ...okay, so it was more like his demon almost teleported him in to a wall but, details. He didn't want to casually drop the 'd' word like that. But, what else do you say in these situations?

"Nice headphones."

Flawless.

"Thanks, they're pretty damn awesome."

Kazuya freed himself from the ensnaring grip of his cape, and climbed to his feet cautiously. His legs were fine, and he even gave a light jump, springing up a good three feet, knees tucked right to his chest, before landing back down with his knees bending slightly to absorb the shock.

Good as new.

Kazuya turned his attention fully on the other guy, staring intently at him. He was pretty laidback, huh? And he could teleport? He didn't smell demonic, in fact, he smelt completely and thoroughly human? Maybe this was a world where COMPs were more mainstream- wait, didn't he use his phone?

Hmmmmmmm...

"I'm Kazuya," he said after a pause, giving a shallow dip of a bow. "King of Bel."

That easygoing smile was gone in a flash again at that name, almost to the point of mood whiplash. Normally he could have quipped about that jump, but the title took precedence.

"Bel? Like Belial?"

He'd gone through the fun time that was the Belial, Nebiros and Alice fight, so just hearing a name like that made him worry. He was so not dressed for a boss fight right now.

"Are you...a demon?" If he'd come out and said he was a king of a demonoid, then it was fair game, right? Besides, he'd been pretty casual about it. Akiba flopped down, sitting on his bed indian style. "No, wait, forget that. Let's start from the top. My name is Akiba- I'm part-Jewish, an Aquarius, and I like long walks down the subway tracks and bubble tea. I'd say my type was the dark and brooding sort, but I grew out of the vampire phase, sorry."

Kazuya actually laughed. Hey, this kid was pretty funny! He was allowed to laugh!

"Not to worry, I'm a psychic vampire, not a blood sucking one," Kazuya said flippantly. Well it was true. Aside from needing to eat human food (mostly raw meat), he did find himself craving the power that negative emotions brought him as well. It was weirdly addicting and satisfying, but Kazuya made a point of only feeding off of those already in despair, not causing the despair himself. He would feel... well, pretty bad about it! "Those aren't into harlequin romance love lives."

There was a pause. "And neither am I brooding! Too little time to waste hours sitting in a corner pulling a constipated face! But, uh, we got off topic, mmn..."

Belial, Belial, how to explain this...

"Bel as in, all of the Bel demons. Okay, basically I'm THE Demon King. Emphasis on the 'the'. You know, the big bad. The final boss! That...sort of thing."

Akiba just leaned forward, quirking his head to the side and giving a happy laugh. "So, what, did a stunning hero just defeat you, oh final boss? You were a quivering pile a little bit ago."

So, this was Belial's "boss" or whatever. He'd just parse it that way until proven otherwise. Still, it made him worry momentarily about Polaris, and his last words...

No, he wasn't going to dwell on that. Especially when his phone vibrated, making him start before digging the cell out of his pocket and scowling awkwardly at the display. Sorry, Daichi. He'll make this up to you later! The phone was stowed away again, and Akiba tried to meander back to the point. Slowly.

"Does that mean I'm an accomplice to a heretic again? I'm starting to worry about being typecasted."

Kazuya grimaced. Like he was going to say a car had been the one to reduce him to a quivering pile... he had a feeling he'd never live it down with this one.

"Wha- no, I dunno. Look, me coming here was entirely by accident," Kazuya said, waving a hand about as if sweeping this entire situation aside. "You're not an accomplice to anything - unless..." Here, he smirked rather wickedly, "You wanna be~?"

*whrrrr*

Earth to Akiba? Don't tell me you actually got recruited by an inter-universal Phobosian traveler??

*whrrrr*

Again.

Hmmmm. He got a choice, for once, that was pretty sweet. Man, maybe he should text Alcor and ask him about this, assuming he was awake. Akiba gave his best 'I am contemplating the sexy stranger's offer' face while opening his phone, automatically opening the Daichi text without thinking.

Oh my gosh Daichi please-

That sure broke his concentration, and he closed that only to open one to Saiduq. There was an awkward exchange (Saiduq was sort of hit or miss with responding, due to being everywhere at once and all), but in the end he gave a relieved sigh and perked up his expression.

"Well, Saiduq says you're not going to eat my heart on a sacrificial alter, so sure, why not?"

'Oh sure, take your time,' Kazuya thought sarcastically as the guy started fiddling with his phone - apparently having a text exchange with someone - and mimed inspecting his nails with a small huff. This guy was such a weirdo.

"Huh? Saiduq?" Kazuya squinted at him before shrugging it off. "Er- whatever. You're now my temporary minion! Perks include having my handsome face around for you to ogle, and I suppose my protection until the mission is done!"

Kazuya planted his hands on his hips, grinning viciously. "Suit up, bright eyes. We're going God Hunting."

Akiba gave a knowing, sagelike nod and crossed his arms. "Saiduq is the world. I figured I should ask permission first, in case he'd rather I cleric smite you or something."

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a bow longer than he was tall, letting one of it's tips rest ever so gently on the ground. He only gave a cheeky smile, and thumbs-upped with his free hand. "Suited up!" He had his COMP more or less set, but that would be a breeze anyway. "Which god is it today? Er, tonight." His enthusiasm fizzled slightly. "I should probably make up an excuse for leaving, though. I don't need my mom knowing about my godkilling escapades. She'd brag about it."

Kazuya gave Akiba a long, long stare.

"You remind me of that Magical Girl Atsuro has a body pillow of. Ironically, or so he claims," he said, looking him the other up and down. A long bow, able to talk to the world (is this planet Saiduq then? What a stupid name), all he needed was a frilly dres-

"Wait. You're going to put trousers on, right? Trust me, I deal with enough guys running about in just their underwear back home," Kazuya groaned, rubbing at his forehead. "Tell your mother after you toss on some bicycle shorts or a Hawaiian shirt or something."

Akiba just frowned deeply, closing his eyes and trying to sound like he was scolding. "Shorts are comfortable and easy to wear. What better to have when kicking a god in to space?" ...thankfully, he was going over to his dresser even as he mock-lectured. Only to pull out a pair of gym shorts, and pull them on. Are you happy now, mom?

"I'm not squishy enough to be a body pillow, anyway. But if you'd rather, I could just use one of the other weapons." He paused, concentrated, and flicked his wrist several times; each snap of the wrist being a different weapon. "Pinaka, Excalibur, Kusanagi, Areadbhar, Carnwennan, Ame-no-nuboko..."

"Urgh," Kazuya suddenly made a dramatic groaning noise, leaning forwards as if the weight of the world was crushing him. "I don't caaaaaaare, just pick one and stick with it!"

Just who was this guy, anyway?! Kazuya had pegged him as a local in a 'verse where COMPs are a normal part of daily life, but he was beginning to have his doubts. Was this a good thing? Well, he didn't smell of God or Angels, so Kazuya will take his chances with him. For now.

Oh yeah, that's right. He just made a 'final boss' groan just from being annoying. Score.

"I'll pick one later." SUCK ON THAT KAZ "Stay here for a sec, I'm gonna go be-es something to my mom."

And just like that, he opened his door, stuck his tongue out to his guest, then left.

He's probably trusting you to not touch all his stuff or throw up organs on his bed. Let's see if that's well founded.

Are you kidding? Kazuya's gonna snoop.

With a sniff, Kazuya roamed about the strange guy's room, picking up random things here and there and inspecting them. It looked like an ordinary room to him. Tch, geeze, this was like out of an urban fantasy manga or anime. A guy with magical powers, keeping it secret from their parents, fighting Gods and crimes, having a handsome young Demon King visit them in the dead of night...

Well, okay, if Akiba had been a girl, then maybe it would be a Romantic Shojou Fantasy.

Ew shudder.

Kazuya set down a weird figurine, and heaved a sigh. Atsuro was rubbing off on him too much, if he was beginning to compare everything to anime. Atsuro had been doing that a lot lately, although considering their world had basically been reduced to disaster movie level rubble, with only pockets of human civilisation left... well it wasn't surprising that his friend cracked hardcore.

It didn't take him long to explain the situation to his parents, it seemed, since he was back in time to hear the huge sigh. Of course, he didn't know the meaning behind it, so he just made a childish pout.

"I was barely gone long enough for you to get bored, dude." He'd set his skills on the way up the stairs, but there was a different sort of change- a glow he hadn't had before, not quite divine or demonic, but not human either. He flicked the bow back in to existence, and donning his Game Face. "Lead on, Belly."

Kazuya found himself caught in a snare of melancholy when the other returned, one that was a little difficult to shake off when the other returned. What was with that glow? Not demonic or angelic, or godlike either...

...oh who even cared? Kazuya just wanted to punch God in the face right now.

"Fine. Come here," Kazuya ordered, stretching out his hand. "I'll teleport us."

Akiba nodded, grabbing his hand without saying anything else. Daichi would probably be upset that he was being so risky- he didn't know this guy at all, and wasn't even warning him or Io -but this wasn't the sort of thing he wanted to sit and debate for hours about. If it turned out he couldn't trust this guy (which he doubted, since Alcor had seemed amused when Akiba had mentioned his title), then he'd just kick his butt. He had confidence in himself.

He just hoped this wasn't going to cause the planet to explode or anything. He really didn't want to go through that stress again.

Edited 2013-02-17 17:41 (UTC)

It wasn't a difficult thing to pinpoint God. After doing several of these 'hunts', Kazuya was getting better at sensing his disgusting aura even in foreign worlds like these. He simply had to close his eyes and concentrate, which he did. For a long moment he just stood there, holding onto Akiba's hand with his eyes closed and expression one of perfect calm.

Then abruptly they teleported, landing right into the facility within Mt Fuji. Or, a facility. It was of metallic catwalks and platforms within the depths of the volcano, a massive stake ramming deep inside of Mt Fuji in the centre. It seemed unoccupied though, not a demon or human or angel in sight.

"Huh..." Kazuya released Akiba's hand, moving over to the nearby railing. He leaned over it, peering down into the depths. He could smell God, His stench was all over this place, but there was also something else - a great, primal power. Oh ho ho, so that was His plan, huh? He was probably planning on absorbing this power...

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