when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "can i ask... if you had to choose between you and i, who would you choose?"
your skull throbs harshly as you curl up in bed. it was a few hours before school, and you hardly slept that night. it would be alright, you didn't need too much rest to get by during the day. if you even made it to the day, that is. it felt like your brain was rewiring itself while you were conscious. when you think back to your dream, maybe that isn't too far off from what's happening. you briefly consider visiting recovery girl in the morning, but the likelihood of her having any idea what was happening or what to do was low. aside from that, it was meaningless if you couldn't contact yumi.
which, you couldn't. well, you could, but she was stubbornly ignoring you and you still couldn't figure out why. "yumi... are you mad at me?" you ask aloud, staring at the wall. the pounding pain in your skull softens up for a moment, but it's not long enough to be considered tolerable. she doesn't reply, but you can tell she heard. she's listening. "i'm sorry if my question from the other day bothered you. i just had a bad dream, i love you." you mumble, shutting your eyes. she's still silent.
you don't hold back the disappointed sigh, but you don't let it bother you any longer either. the sun will rise soon, and you'll be forced out of bed and into that sweaty school. a yawn escapes you as you rise to your feet, walking over to your closet to fish your uniform out. "if you wanna talk about it, let me know."
i don't wanna talk about anything.
your eyes widen in surprise and a smile finds your face.
yumi!
yeah, yeah. don't sound too excited.
but i am excited! have you been feeling bad, or something?
devils don't feel bad, shut up. your bodies been weird, i haven't been able to reach out.
you doubt her sincerity, and you're certain she knows that you can feel when she's present and listening despite her giving you the silent treatment. you don't confront her regardless, you're just happy she's talking to you again. you slip on your uniform with a small smile. when you turn around, a silhouette is sitting on your bed.
you jump back, extending your hand as a knife forms in your hand out of matter. you're surprised to see it's just... yumi?
she has short black hair, and bright gold eyes with rings around the pupil. she has a similar facial structure to mamoru, but looks distinctly different. more grumpy, as well. "am i dreaming?" you mumble, and she clicks her tongue. "no, idiot. our abilities are merging to the point where it's allowing you to conjure a semi-physical form for me. no one else can see me, and it won't last very long." she explains, and you nod your head.
"that's nice, you're very pretty." she gives you a look as her cheeks heat up. "shut it, already. this is just what you'd imagined me to look like. devils don't have human forms." she says stubbornly and you let out a laugh. "you're welcome." you say, knowing that was her complicated way of saying thank you. she avoids looking at you as you get dressed, and when you're done you sit down beside her on your bed. staring, unabashedly.
