Amaimon x Mephisto Brother, I'm Bored

Amaimon x Mephisto

Listening to the furious scribbling of pen on paper, Amaimon lifted his head to peer over the back of the couch towards his brother's hunched over form. Every day his brother had something to do that kept him occupied and away from him--it was beginning to eat away at his patience. Upon being summoned from Gehenna he had been hoping to play, to cause chaos, to explore, anything but this. Instead, he laid there bored out of his mind and almost out of candy.

"Brother?" Amaimon spoke monotonously, his grape lollipop rolling to the left side of his mouth. Glancing up from his stack of paperwork Mephisto raised a brow, his chin resting in his palm as his head tilted to the side.

"Amaimon, can't you see I'm busy?"

"I want you to play with me," Amaimon sighed before reaching for the pink controller and holding it up high, dangling it from his claws. "I'm bored and you've been ignoring me all morning." He accused, blue eyes watching as Mephisto lowered his pen and brought a hand up to massage at his throbbing temple. As important as it was to have Amaimon come to Assiah he had forgotten how tiresome the younger demon could be.

"Ignoring you? Dear brother you seem to have forgotten who I am and why you have been brought here," Mephisto blinked, leaning back in his seat when Amaimon's mouth fell open, his head falling back dramatically against the couch pillow. Clasping his gloved hands together he leaned forwards again, one leg moving to cross over the other. "On one hand, when you're not here, I have my hands full making sure you don't cause me any trouble. On the other, when you're here, you make it impossible to work. Tell me Amaimon, do you enjoy it?" Mephisto's eyes narrowed, half expecting the green haired demon to say yes.

"I enjoy playing with you, but..." Amaimon trailed off, stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully as a nail came up to tap at his lips. "This isn't playing." Mephisto twitched at that.

"Hm, is that so? Rin isn't enough to satisfy you?" Lowering a hand to drum his fingers against the edge of the desk Mephisto ran the other through his dark purple hair, his head tilting down. "Well?" Receiving no response he grunted, slapping his hand down against the desk with a thud. "Amaimon?" Mephisto growled, seeing the young demon stand to his feet and retrieve his coat from its place on top of the couch and head straight for the door, infinity key in hand. "I gave you that key for necessary travel, NOT to sightsee. Amaimon!" Standing to his feet with both hands planted firmly on the desk for support Mephisto glowered, fangs clenching. Where was he headed to and why was he suddenly not listening? Straightening his back he covered his face with one hand, grumbling into his palm. "When one little nuisance of a brother wasn't enough..."

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"HEY! GIVE THAT BACK DAMN IT!" Rin yelled, sprinting down the sidewalk as Amaimon leapt from building to building, Koma sword in hand. Why were brother and father so obsessed with this boring excuse for a demon? There was nothing entertaining let alone powerful about him to justify the unwavering interest they had in him. "I SAID HAND IT OVER! H-HEY STOP THAT!" Blinking slowly at Rin's screaming, Amaimon pulled the sword from its case, sheathing and unsheathing the blade and watching the familiar blue flames burst forth.

"Why?" Leaping down from his perch Amaimon delivered a swift flick to his forehead, sending him flying into a wall across the street. "Aren't we having so much fun?" Amaimon asked blandly, glancing at the sword then back to the shaking demon whose tail lashed back and forth, flames growing in size. "Ah, there it is. Much better." Breaking out into a gleeful smile Amaimon approached slowly, crouching down besides Rin to lift his head up by a handful of hair. "I don't know what brother sees in you, you're very boring."

"FUCK OFF!" Eyes widening, Amaimon was sent flying back, body rolling harshly against the cement and coming to a screeching halt against a light post further down the street. The Koma sword flew from his hand and skittered across the ground, stopping against a pair of dark pink boots.