the chaotic adventures of sakuatsu.

•love blooms in the underworld•

sitting on his throne located at the middle of the unlighted room, a man with  dark clothing wraps around its muscular build with nothing but an apple on his right hand, taking small bites occasionally as he frowns. 

his name is sakusa kiyoomi. a god who had lived for about thousands of years doing nothing but be a threat to the people below the earth's surface. sakusa had been the lonely type, that's why he was declared as the god of death, as they said. 

he was the only god who didn't reside with his fellow immortal gods on mount olympus and instead, he had resided on the darkest kingdom under the earth's surface, reigning it for over a thousand years.

yet, sakusa felt empty. i mean as a god of the underworld itself, he needs to be the emotionless bastard he is but the craving and the urge of something inside him grows more and more.

he stood up from his throne and summoned one of the butlers. "i have decided to take a glimpse on the earth. please take care of my home for awhile". the butler nodded and just a glimpse, kiyoomi's figure was already out of the frame.

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"samuuuuuuu come on. help me with this thingggg" a blonde man whines. 'samu' turns around, snickering at his older brother. "yer such a pussy, tsumu" he teased. atsumu halted, and death glares his reflection- i meant, twin.

"i'm sooooo gonna kill ya-" "atsumu!" the twins looked around and saw their mother struggling to carry the harp up. atsumu immediately jogs up to his mum, swiftly lifting the harp up. osamu gave the flask filled of water to his exhausted mother.

"why are we bringing this all the way to the town again?" osamu asked as his mother drinks the water.  she took a moment before replying "we need to earn money so we'll sell this up". the twins looked at each other. 

"but, isn't that pops' harp?" silence engulf the small family. atsumu looks at his mum, noticing how her lips quivered. he kneeled in front of his mum and held her palms "i promise you mum, we will be fine"

their father died three months ago due to suffering from a serious illness. it isn't easy for the small family. they grieved over their lose of their loved one yet however, they still continued on living to the fullest. abandoning the once called a comfort home located deep on the woods, the small family had eventually got their selves a small house on the town's square.

setting the harp in front of their house with other more things to bargain, atsumu told his brother that he'll look out for the small stall.

"such a waste that mum will eventually let this piece of memory go" atsumu frowns bitterly.  he got near on the said instrument, his finger tips brushing the strings of the harp so softly.

the lingering music that was created by that soft action made atsumu smile a bit. scooting his chair closer at the said instrument, he slowly begun trying to play the instrument, occasionally strumming his fingers on the strings.

some people stopped on their tracks only to get mesmerized by the angelic blonde boy. little children gathered around in front of atsumu, ladies who were gossiping about the man and young boys who were silently watching, adoration evident on their eyes. 

a certain man is occasionally walking down by the town's square until he halted. looking at the direction of the luring music, he was rather inquisitive by the number of people surrounding the place. he isn't a fan of crowdy place to begin with yet the fact that this melody rhythm has been taunting his head more is getting overwhelmed.

he slowly approached that place, catching a glimpse of a rather golden locks in front. he scoot a bit more, carefully to not touch any of the people that was surrounding him until he got a full view.