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Akaza x Doma

The night started out as any other. Demons were scattered out around mountains, forests, and villages as the dim, yet shiny moonlight that enlightened the houses below. While the unranked demons were out hunting murders of humans, some in packs, other's solo, the Twelve Kizuki were wandering the Infinity Castle, the alternate dimension. Upper moon one, Kokushibo, Upper moon two, Doma, Upper moon three, Akaza, Upper moon four, Nakime and Hantengu, Upper moon five, Gyokko, and Upper moon six, Daki and Gyutaro. (No one's dead yet). Upper moon one, Kokushibo was quietly walking through gravity defying corridors and bridges, Upper moon two, Doma was bothering Akaza, Upper moon three. "Akaza-Dono!!". Doma said, prancing up to an already irritated Akaza. The striped demon clenched his fists, but didn't dare turn around to acknowledge the platinum-haired Upper moon's presence. Instead, he took a step forward. Doma gave a confused look. He was used to Akaza ignoring him completely by now, but today.. something was different. He couldn't stand to have Akaza ignore him..Not..One..Bit.. The higher ranked demon stepped forward and put his hand on Akaza's shoulder and squeezed it, his long, sharp, ice-blue nails lightly digging into Akaza's shoulder. Akaza flinched when he felt a cold, masculine hand on his shoulder. He still didn't look behind him, instead, he stayed put, veins were now popping up in his neck and forehead. He swallowed a load of Saliva and a bullet of sweat ran down his face and down his cheek. Doma's rainbow eyes narrowed as he stared at the back of Akaza's head. His other hand started twitching to get a grip of Akaza's pink hair, to his scalp, and turn him around to face him. But before that thought could go too deep into Doma's mind of intrusive thoughts, Akaza turned out, his face twisted in pure annoyance and fury. "What do you want, Doma!?" Akaza snarled, pulling his shoulder away from Doma's grip, leaving a little scratch from how suddenly and aggressively Akaza pulled his shoulder away. Doma snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Akaza with wide eyes and his eyebrows raised. The higher ranked demon quickly fixed his face into a innocent smile. "Oh, Akaza-Dono! I was just wondering if you wanted to do anything? It gets soo.. Boring here I-"

"No". Akaza interrupted Doma mid sentence. He didn't want to hear the bullshit that Doma had to say, especially if it was something like, "Wanna play a game?" Or, "Follow me." Akaza instead just gave Doma a glare, his yellow Irises giving a pericing and uncomfortable glare into Doma's rainbow ones. "Akaza-Dono! I didn't even finish my sentence!" Doma whined as he put his hand onto Akaza shoulder, not feeling the slightest bit intimidated by the lower ranked demon's pericing glare. Instead, Doma just whined like a child that he didn't get to finish his sentence. Akaza gave a scowl and pulled his shoulder away from the other demon's grip. Doma pouted and leaned against a wall, he seemed to be thinking, while looking at Akaza. Akaza seemed disturbed by the constant staring of the other demon. He clenched his fists and turned around to face Doma, his feet placed in a defensive stance.

"Say something, Damnit!" Akaza snarled, he was so close to literally killing Doma on the spot. Doma just giggled in response, clapping his hands together as he smile shown through his annoyed and perplexed exterior,

"Oh, Akaza-Dono! You're so short-tempered sometimes! It's adorable!" Akaza cringed at the response to his aggression. He swung his arm towards Doma's head in form of a punch, Doma's foresight and reaction time was kicking in and he tried to dodge it, but was instead met with a kick to the gut. He groaned and spat out a bit of blood while Akaza looked at him with a smug look.

"Give up, Asshole?" Akaza snickered, licking over his teeth with a smug and proud look on his face. Doma just looked at Akaza, a temperamental smile on his face, as if trying his hardest to keep his cool. There were visible veins popping up on his forehead, but he had a cheery smile on his face. He stood up from his crouched over position and wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand. He didn't respond instead walked off, putting his fan over his mouth and fanning himself as he walked away from the heated situation to avoid harming anyone just out of spite for getting kicked in the gut. He knew that would be immature for his rank and reputation as a cult leader. He took deep breaths on the way to his space in the infinity castle and sat down in the middle, his fan still in front of his mouth, and his rainbow eyes looking down at the stained-reddish wooden floor.  He thought for a while about the pink-haired upper rank once more.  His elegant eyes, blue, cracked glass-like secleras with yellow Irises that read Upper Three in the middle, his striking and unique stripped body of blue stripes with pale skin.  His short, spikey, pink hair, and last but not least, his muscles.  From his rock-hard abs, to his solid shoulders and biceps.  He thought about this demon for quite some time, a dazed smile on his face, blush creeping up his cheeks, and his head resting on his hand.