dealing with the devil • iwaoi au

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Iwaizumi Hajime is a middle-class angel, watching over the devils in Japan. He spends his days talking to his partner, Kindaichi. You couldn't totally consider them friends, but they got used to each other's company and found themselves safe with each other's presence. They'd often confide in each other when the going got tough and they managed to pass the eternal days that passed over them, although Iwaizumi longed to be a devil – but that was the one secret he had to keep.

Iwaizumi's pov

I gaze up at the millions of golden stars burning in the sky, as passionately as I once felt about being an angel. I'd say I'm not quite sure when I began to lose interest in being an angel – but I just can't seem to get the memory out of my mind. I can picture it perfectly.

He was beautiful, his eyes were mesmerizing and his beauty caught me off guard. His voice sent shivers down my spine as he talked to one of his friends, who slightly resembled a cream puff. As he laughed I found myself sighing like a school girl, I was infatuated with this devil. I longed for him to talk to me instead. His brown hair blew gently in the wind and his chestnut eyes looked full of hope, which was surprising for a devil. I learned that his named was Oikawa, which was beautiful – just like him. He was perfect. Everything about him pissed me off. It was that day I wanted to become a devil.

As my mind fills itself with pictures of him, I walk along the pavements, the grass around me surrounded by little daisies and forget-me-not's. Blossom trees were dotted across the parks as it was early spring time. The blossom trees looked aesthetic under the starlight and as busy workmen made their way home, I realised how late it was. Just as I walked up to pathway where I was to begin my exit, I heard a familiar voice chime out.

"Hanamaki, think fast!" Oikawa yelled as he threw a bright pink frisbee at his creampuff friend, grinning widely. I whipped round and watched them from behind a tree. He was still beautiful as ever; his brown hair was cut slightly shorter than last time but the hope in his eyes was replaced with proudness and arrogance glazed over his eyes. It looked as if what he was hopeful for had came true.

Before I could lose myself in his beauty, I watched as Hanamaki and Oikawa's eyes turned red. They sensed my presence. Oikawa stared his friend in the eyes and all I could do was watch in terror as I anticipated what he was going to do. He held out his hand and fire began to rise from it. I watched more as the flame grew bigger until he was engulfed in it, yet he seemed virtually unharmed. "O-Oikawa?" Hanamaki squeaked out. It seemed he too was afraid.

"Hey, angel bitch. Show yourself." Oikawa jeered. The flame grew brighter. I needed to stop this before any other angels were alerted. I stepped out from behind the tree. Oikawa was evidently stronger than me, as if he possessed a power only the underlord would have. As Oikawa saw me, he dropped his flames immediately and fell to the ground, curled up in pain. His friend, Hanamaki still looked scared breathless and I knew Oikawa would be permanently hurt by what he did if no one did something. I prepared for the excruciating pain as I lifted Oikawa, trying my hardest to limit our contact. I was going to call Iwaizumi before the realization that I came out on my own and the pain that I felt from dealing with the devil lashed out at the same time. Oikawa and I both fell at the same time, clutching our stomachs in pain.

After 2 minutes of pure hell, the pain subsided, and I comforted Oikawa with my words. "A-are you okay? I-I'm sorry" I stuttered, which was unlike me as although I'm not the most talkative, I'm confident in myself. Oikawa's eyes blazed red once again and he looked at Hanamaki, as if to tell him to do something to me, but Hanamaki just shook his head in defeat. Before harming myself even more, I let myself fall into the portal, a faint longing for Oikawa remaining.