𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 ll セレスティアル

三十

  “Look Akaza, I really don’t have time for this.” (Name)’s eyes twitched once another loud noise boomed from beyond the trees, “I’m occupied.”

“Occupied with what?!” Akaza shot, unaware of his two Upper Moons in the further back, “I’ve had enough of your stalling! Shut your mouth and let me beat the shit out of you! I’ll leave you alone then!”

(Name) sighed as the pinkette prepared himself for an attack. The distressed sounds of birds flying away from the trees because of Kokushibo’s and Douma’s ruckus made her head hurt, and she was not in the mood to be yelled at by Oyakata-sama for letting a bunch of demons destroy a part of a forest. 

“Here I come!” Akaza shouted until he froze when an ominous aura surrounded (Name) and she began to slowly storm towards him.

“What is this feeling?!” Akaza thought, his feet taking a step back, “I’ve never felt this aura before!”

“I’m so fucking tired and done with everything…” (Name) grumbled, her eyes turning red from how pissed off she is, “I’m fucking hungry too.”

Akaza slowly stepped away before his foot slipped and he fell onto his bottom. Sweat appeared on his face as he slowly saw the shadow of the terrifying figure of (Name), the pinkette letting out a scream when she finally cracked her fists.

BANG!

SMASH!

SMACK!

CRASH!

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        “What the fuck is this?” (Name) asked with a deadpan look, finally stepping into the clearing while dragging a beat up Akaza behind her by his foot. 

Before her, Kokushibo and Douma were wrestling each other, both of them trying to get the stick that was lying a few feet before them. Douma was biting Kokushibo’s arm and trying to pull him back, while Kokushibo was desperately crawling to get the stick as his arm was pressing Douma’s face down to the ground.

Numerous craters surrounded the two demons as the stick laid sparkling in the very center of the catastrophe. (Name) sighed and dropped Akaza’s foot, the pinkette falling to the ground. With a grumble, (Name) launched the frying pan she took from Akaza, and the metal pan collided into Kokushibo’s head. 

To her surprise, the Upper Moon 1 was so occupied with getting the stick and fighting Douma that he hardly felt the impact.

“Oi, Kokushibo!” (Name) called out to him, putting two fingers in her mouth to blow a whistle, “come here!”

It worked in an instant. 

Kokushibo’s ears perked and he looked behind her. He immediately got off Douma and appeared before her, taking her hand gently and rubbing the back of it with his thumb. Douma quickly scrambled to get the stick and proudly presented it to her.

“I got the stick, (Name)-chan!” Douma winked, “are you proud of me?!”

“No.” (Name) snapped in a dead tone, “I gained nothing out of this.”

“Really?! If you want to gain something, you’re free to sit on my face and I can-”

A sniffle caught (Name)’s attention and she looked behind to see Akaza, just as Kokushibo drew out his katana and tackled Douma to the ground, slowly sitting up and wiping a bit of tears away from his face. Numbers of bruises and lumps were on his head, as the pinkette’s whole body was still stinging from (Name)'s punches.

She sighed and walked up to him, bringing his head to her chest, causing Akaza to freeze as a blush appeared on his face from her gesture.

“Sorry about that.” she rubbed his head, “I’m just stressed right now. I’m lost and don’t know how to get back to Headquarters, plus…”