A Dark Kiss ((Kamukura X Komaeda))

Act 2; Too Normal

The sprinkle of sunlight cast a warm glow through the window, the smell of rain still wafted in the air.
Komaeda pulled his arms into his chest, not yet ready to open his eyes. He didn't want to get to work yet, not when the bed was...
No, it wasn't soft at all. In fact, it felt like a rock and smelled like manure.
He pulled his head up off the ground, hay falling out of his hair.
"What... Where..." A moment of looking about brought the conclusion that he had been brought to such a place for the night, but where was the demon?
He wasn't dreaming right, he really did summon a demon? Just to be sure, he pulled up the sleeve of his robe and sure enough, the featured marking was as clear as day.
But Kamukura himself was nowhere to be seen.
Panic quickly struck, and he scrambled to his feet, more hay falling off around him.
If the demon hurt, God forbid killed anyone, he would never have been able to forgive himself. Did he wait until he was sleeping before going off to kill?
Did he just run away to break the deal on his own?
Komaeda pushed open the barn door and almost immediately, was face to face with the demon, who proceeded to dump a bucket of water on himself just at that moment.
"Huh..." The man paused a moment, then quickly turned his eyes away. "What are you doing-!?" Not just the fact he had witnessed a nude man, but why was he outside!? No, he wasn't a man, he was a demon, a beast. But that didn't change that he was pretty sure he hadn't wanted to see that the first thing in the morning.
At the very least, it didn't seem like anyone had died last night.
"What does it look like I am doing?" Kamukura scooped another bucket of water from the animal's small drinking pond, "I am bathing. The floor of a stable is dirty, and I recommend you bathe too."
"I'm alright," He waved it off, only for his hand to suddenly be grabbed and before he could pull away, the bucket was dropped over his head, covering Komaeda in the freezing water.
It wasn't until after did the demon let go, and Komaeda wrapped his arms around himself, unable to stop himself from shivering.
"Wh-What was that for? I said I was alright!"
"You smelled of pig,"
"Yeah well," He looked back to make a comeback, only to find himself glancing at the nude man again, and turned back. He wasn't blushing, of course not.
He only liked girls, human girls to be exact. So it would be ridiculous to be attracted to... To a demon of Hell.
"You look like you should put your clothes back on." He finally retorted.
It quickly clicked that he just made a demand to a demon, but instead of getting scolded like Komaeda was expecting, Kamukura merely scoffed it off.
"When I am done. There is nobody around for a few miles, I checked while you slept. Speaking of, did you sleep well?"
How could he speak so... Calmly to him? This was supposed to be a demon, it didn't make any sense.
He shook his head of the water droplets still running down himself, then crossed his arms, keeping his eyes on the barn as he spoke.
"I don't even remember falling asleep," He admitted truthfully. "Everything was so chaotic last night, perhaps I was out in moments."
"We flew for a few hours," He heard the sound of him scooping another bucket. "I'd say we're... East of where we left, I cannot be certain, the rain clouded my vision. You fell asleep before we arrived at the barn."
He wanted to ask what happened after they arrived, if the demon had attempted... Any sins, but there was no point. It was only a worrisome thought, and his robes were perfectly fine when he awoke.
It was odd of a demon to act with such politeness, it was confusing everything he had known about demons from the beginning.
They had been creatures of darkness and sin, born to inflict Despair and throw humanity off the path of God. They were killers, baby kidnappers, and yet here he was; casually speaking to one as he bathed like a child.
"You want to know what the world is like, right?"
"Correct,"
"What is Hell like? I mean it would be helpful to know the uh, competition."
Kamukura made a small noise, one that was unrecognizable, but it almost sounded like he had chuckled.
Could demons laugh?
"You wish to know about my world? Although I must say, it is foggy. Demons and souls do not mix together, each day felt like moments, each year just a few boring minutes ticking by. It is impossible to make out specifics, as though Hell itself were behind a mirror. We never spoke to one another, but we did not feel lonely either. We simply existed for the sake of existing. Although, one day I had heard a voice,"
Komaeda found himself wanting to look back, his interest caught, but he refrained, not willing to allow himself to see him without his clothes again. Still, he remained quiet, allowing Kamukura to continue.
"In Hell, Demons had no voices. There was no need to speak to another, so we didn't. It was useless to speak to ourselves, so I never said a word. When I heard that voice, it was the first time I had ever heard one, and I reached out to it. And then..."
"You were here?"
The demon hummed a response to confirm his question, "Now that I am here, I am confident it was you that spoke to me. I have not felt as alive as I have felt here in less than a day."
"So what did you usually do down there?" Komaeda started to run his fingers through his still-wet hair, feeling a slight discomfort of his fluffy locks sticking to his face.
"I don't know," The sound of the bucket being set down told him kamukura had finished washing. "Sometimes I sat and stared into space for long periods of time, or merely walked aimlessly. Hell clouded my vision, I did not even know where I was going. Every so often I would pass other demons, but there was no point in speaking to each other. I would look at him, and he would look at me, and we would never see each other again."