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yelpfic · 11 months ago

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It was easy for Agon and the young man made no secret of the fact that he liked his life easy.

This sums up Agon's life so well. (Unusi's too, by contrast).

Of course, it quickly emerged that Agon had actually meant that Unsui should pursue his dreams in a way that would not prevent him from continuing to help out Agon the way he always had before. This was why, instead of revising for his exams in the relative comfort of his small studio apartment, he was trying to study in the badly insulated living room of a seemingly abandoned building.

Oh noooo poor Unsui. I love how Agon's well-intentioned encouragement still has that selfish caveat. This is so them - Agon roping Unsui into taking over his responsibilities, Unsui going "well this time I'll at least keep the money I earned instead of giving it to Agon".

His brother would never knowingly put him in danger. He was sure of it. Which of course is why, when the demon suddenly appeared, he was not even that surprised.

Unsui's narrative ;_; Trying so hard to convince himself this isn't a supernatural haunted house his brother has dumped him in, yet zero surprise whatsoever when it turns out that it is.

OMG Unsui!! Also I LOVE the contrast of this chasm opening up on the floor and this demon erupting out demanding blood, and Unsui is just like "oh this again, well at least I have a script I can fall back on". Made me laugh!

Unsui’s mind was reeling. The demon had actually trusted his brother with something? The world was ending? But more importantly, /he/ was /replacing/ Agon? That was impossible, he couldn't do it, he would be a let-down, a disappointment, how could he compare to-

Oh Unsui, his self-image makes me so sad.

Unsui had grown up with Agon; at least Hiruma’s antics were funny as well as scary.

I love how Unsui goes from meeting this terrifying literal demon popping out to the ground to chatting with him and having a good time. He is such a sweetheart. I love these two together.

A deep sense of calm washed upon Unsui. The universe needed Agon Kongo. It was its usual tough luck that it got Unsui Kongo instead. Unsui, who was perfectly aware of all the ways he fell short. Unsui, who would not be enough, but who would not go down without a fight.

Yessss this moment of self-actualization, I'm so happy for him!

‘Football? You play football?! American football or soccer?’

LOL YES WHAT A PERFECT ENDING!

Thank you so much for writing this for me, it's everything I could have wanted from this pairing and more. Love that Hiruma is an actual demon, love the mission to save the world (I actually screamed when Takami made an appearance!), love how they get close despite their circumstances and Unsui gets recruited, meanwhile Agon is screaming in the background realizing the mistake he's made. All the dynamics (especially Hiruma and Unsui and Agon) are perfect and just what I love about them. I enjoyed every bit of this story so much!

Here is my Winter Gift Exchange '23 fic for @yelpfic, I truly hope you like it! Happy holidays!

A Story in 6 Episodes

It was easy for Agon, ‘it’ being pretty much anything. It was easy for Agon and the young man made no secret of the fact that he liked his life easy.

It was not easy for Unsui, 'it' once again being pretty much anything. After years of somewhat bitter sibling rivalry, though, the older and less gifted brother had managed to find a kind of balance. While taking care of his brother and trying to help him achieve even higher peaks was not his initial life goal, he’d made his peace with it and actually felt useful. Of course, Agon had to go and make that difficult too.

'Are you really happy with living a mediocre life? Why don't you go out there and fight for your dreams?'

Unsui had given some thought to what his younger brother told him and eventually decided to give pursuing his own dreams a tentative try. Of course, it quickly emerged that Agon had actually meant that Unsui should pursue his dreams in a way that would not prevent him from continuing to help out Agon the way he always had before. This was why, instead of revising for his exams in the relative comfort of his small studio apartment, he was trying to study in the badly insulated living room of a seemingly abandoned building. Leave it to his twin to promise to house-sit and then change his mind on the very night he was supposed to start, electing to go out with his newest flame. And leave it to Unsui to let himself be somewhat guilt-tripped into doing the job for him. But /this/ time, he /was/ going to keep the money, he promised himself as he desperately tried to find a comfortable spot on the old sofa, which was incidentally also the only available seat in a ridiculously oversized room.

Rationally, he knew that the house could not be abandoned. There was little point in house-sitting an abandoned house with next to no furniture after all. The owners were probably just used to living sparingly. Or very attached to their pieces of furniture, refusing to replace them when they were inevitably damaged beyond repair. Or were part of a cult that had sworn off worldly possessions.

Yes, Unsui told himself for the hundredth time turning a page that he had only half-heartedly managed to read, this is a perfectly legit and safe job. His brother would never knowingly put him in danger. He was sure of it. Which of course is why, when the demon suddenly appeared, he was not even that surprised.

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Unsui was used to being blamed for his twin’s deeds. He hated when it happened, but he was used to it and, with experience, got fairly good at quickly calming down the offended party with the promise of whatever compensation was requested. On a very good day, he even managed to convince the person he was talking to that he was not actually Agon Kongo but his twin brother, Unsui. He did not try it often, as he'd come to find that people reacted negatively at what they perceived as an insulting joke added to the injury. The point was that he'd gotten very good at quickly calming down people who were angry with his brother and felt confident in his abilities. That was probably the only thing that allowed him to survive what happened after the house started shaking.

At first, it was just a tremor, which Unsui ascribed to a minor earthquake; a few seconds later, though, a portion of the living room floor started glowing a fiery red before being sucked into a black chasm, opening up a terrifying view on licking flames. Giant bats flew out of the darkness with an ear-splitting screech and messily converged into a barely humanoid form, wings and furry bodies squirming and sticking out in uncomfortable angles. Dozens of high-pitched voices somehow became a single, deafening scream.

‘AGON KONGO!!!!’

Unsui gulped. The creature did not have eyes, but the human could still feel /something/ staring daggers at him. Still, this was a well-rehearsed scene and muscle memory took over while the brain sputtered and went dead, frozen by cosmic horror. His mouth opened in a placating smile and he bowed in a gesture of penitence.

‘Oh dear, there seems to have been a misunderstanding-‘

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Unsui stared. It felt like he’d spent an eternity and yet no time at all trying to calm down an eldritch demon who apparently had a personal vendetta against his twin. He should have been comforted by the fact that he was somehow still alive and that the creature had decided to dawn a human appearance but comforted he was not.

Had he met the young man in a casual setting, he might not have been too disturbed. Sure, the hair looked too sculpted to be natural; the features were too sharp; the smile was… too much and not quite right. Knowing that behind that (mostly) human mask a demon hid, though, made looking away almost impossible. Were the bats imitating skin? Were the bats even there at all? Was it all just an illusion? Or were the bats playing human while clad in a trench coat of skin? What would happen if he touched-

Suddenly the demon was right in front of him, eyes comically wide and with a smile that showcased perfect fangs.

‘You try that, fucking baldy, and you will lose the whole arm!’

It took Unsui a few seconds to understand that the weird ‘kekekekeke’ sound that followed the threat was supposed to be a snigger. The chilling announcement was made even more off-putting by just how /happy/ the demon sounded at the prospect. Also, apparently, he could read minds. Nice.

‘So! You’re Unsui.’

The older Kongo brother cautiously nodded.

‘And why are you here instead of your fucking brother, Unsui?’

The poor human tried to school his features and free his mind. Agon is not here. That is the simple fact. He was busy. Agon was very busy. Business is what kept Agon away. He was busy – with a girl – he was-

‘wAs hE nOw?’

That one intrusive thought, followed by an inhuman hiss, brought the whole mantra to a screeching halt and Unsui once again feared for his life and that of his twin. However, the monster looked disappointed more than angry.

'Guess that's what his promises are worth. Should have known after last time… Bah, whatever. Listen here, you fucking baldy, the world will end tonight unless we do something. Your useless twin was supposed to help me out, but he is not here and I don’t have the time to run after him, so you’ll have to do.’

‘Yo, baldy! Fucking /breathe/! I just need you to drive!’

Oh. Maybe, just maybe, it would be okay then.

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The trip was uneventful. The demon – or Hiruma Yoichi, as the creature had introduced himself with a fanged smile at the beginning of the journey – had proved to be surprisingly pleasant company. Sure, he seemed to enjoy cursing every human unlucky enough to cross their path (and apparently knew the darkest secrets of each of them), but Unsui had grown up with Agon; at least Hiruma’s antics were funny as well as scary. Unsui found himself grinning and laughing aloud more than a few times and, by the time they reached their destination, had all but forgotten the strange circumstances of their meeting. It took him seeing the menacing form of a solitary lighthouse towering on a cliff to remind him that the trip was one of business rather than pleasure.

Hiruma was already knocking on the lighthouse’s wooden door by the time Unsui reached him after parking the car nearby. When it looked like the demon was about to kick it down, the door finally opened to reveal a dark-haired, bespectacled man wearing a black robe ornated with complicated designs carefully stitched in silver thread. Even under the soft light of the stone entrance, it subtly glinted like a sea of stars.

‘Hiruma, finally! Where have you been?? It’s almost too late!’

Despite his animated words, the man still managed to give out an aura of cold competence. Unsui quickly reached the conclusion that Hiruma's possible absence had been a calculated variable in the bespectacled man's equation; the demon actually showing up was simply another branch in a mapped path.

Hiruma simply pushed him aside and signaled Unsui to follow.

‘If it’s so fucking late, why do you still have the time to ask stupid questions four-eyes?’

There was no real heat behind the comment as if Hiruma was also reading from a pre-agreed script, but the older Kongo twin still felt the need to offer the dark-haired man an apologetic smile as he followed the demon to the spiral stairway leading to the top of the lighthouse. The other man simply shook his head, something like a smile appearing on his lips.

Upon reaching the top of the lighthouse, they found themselves in the spacious place under the light. Another man, also clad in an intricately ornate robe, was observing the dark night outside the stained window with focused contemplation. He cut an impressive figure; tall, dark, and handsome, he would not have looked out of place on the cover of an adventure book.

‘You are late.’

The man did not turn around to greet them and Unsui started to dislike him.

'He said while hanging around the window, heroically doing nothing.'

That prompted the other to finally turn around, looking ready to reply with a scathing remark, but he stopped in his tracks upon catching sight of Unsui.

‘Did you cut your hair?’

Unsui sighed, preparing to explain the situation all over again. Hiruma beat him to it.

‘Nah, this is Unsui, Agon’s older brother. He’ll be helping us tonight. Agon was… busy doing business.’

‘But this is not- Did you explain to him what will be happening?!’

Unsui turned towards Hiruma, admittedly curious. The demon grinned at him affably.

'So, Unsui, talldarkandhandsome here is Shin, and the dolt finally coming up the stairs to join us is Takami. The four of us are going to have a fun evening! We will stand in this room, each in a specific spot according to the design drawn on the floor that you somehow just noticed. And that’s basically it! We will listen to Takami read a few sentences in an ancient forgotten language, just for kicks. We will each spill a few drops of our blood, for good luck – and to keep the door to the Abyss locked so that the monsters inhabiting it cannot devour the planet – and then we can drive back home. Got all that? Great! Your spot is over there!’

Unsui opened his mouth, but found that no sound would come out. Takami, who had graced the doorway midway through Hiruma’s speech, was tiredly rubbing his eyes behind the glasses and Shin looked ready to explode.

'Did you seriously just drag an /innocent bystander/ to the Ground 0 of a potential monster invasion without even telling him that-'

A deranged laugh promptly interrupted what sounded like a long tirade. Hiruma was standing on his spot of the complex design, having meanwhile donned a garish red robe several sizes too big for him. The robe positively shone, covered as it was in hundreds of stereotypical gold stars. The demon's smile was so wide and self-satisfied it could have lit the entire room.

‘Look at me! I am a human, doing human magic!’

Takami groaned.

‘For the last time, just because it has stars-‘

Suddenly, the ground started shaking, and the room, which up until that point had been only softly illuminated, lit up with a malignant greenish glow. Unsui dared to glance outside the window and took a step back as terror constricted his throat. The sea was bubbling, green flames impossibly snaking under the surface. Something horrible was happening. His eyes found Hiruma's, who smiled encouragingly at him.

‘Perhaps it was a little late.’

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Unsui’s ears were not working. That had to be the explanation for why all sound was completely distorted. Much like his hearing, his sight was also clearly out of order, for there was no way the horrors his eyes insisted they were seeing could exist in nature. Due to the absurd feedback it was getting, his brain threatened to shut down completely, while his heart seemed to decide that it needed to carry the weight of the malfunctioning senses and was hammering madly in his chest. After a while, it was the only sound he could register. A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention and he was more than happy to focus on that; anything to distract his mind from the world just outside the window.

It was Hiruma of course. He was still grinning, but his smile was set with grim determination; his eyes blazed with the fire of a gladiator catching sight of their sworn enemy in the arena. Ever so slowly he was getting up from the crouch the earthquake had forced him into. Soon he was standing on his symbol, not a cowering mess but someone regal and dangerous, the commander from Hell.

Unsui's eyes wandered the room, his brain still somewhat disconnected from what was happening. He registered Takami and Shin slowly getting up as well, shaken and undeniably afraid but still willing to fight. They also limped to their positions in the room, Takami dragging a book as if it weighed a million tons.

Unsui’s attention was once again captured by the sickening green light outside the window. They were getting closer.

He couldn’t do it, naturally. The universe needed Agon Kongo for something so vital. There was simply no way… no way at all…

Shin shouted something at him, but he could not understand the words. Other words were filling his mind in a language that he did not know but that was terrifyingly starting to make sense. He saw Shin screaming at Hiruma next, but the demon just shrugged and smiled.

He took a deep breath. He slowly got up.

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Agon Kongo did not have a good evening. The girl saw through him almost immediately and decided her time would be better spent somewhere else. He hated the perceptive types.

With nothing better to do, he decided to head to the abandoned house Hiruma had set as their meeting place for whatever stupid project he was working on. Agon had left him on read for as long as he could until the demon-trash had become too much to handle. So he decided to send Unsui to see what the hell he wanted. Served both idiots right; Unko-chan had become too uppity. As he reached the street leading to the house, he stopped dead in his tracks. The scene that greeted him was disturbing to the most.

The demon-trash and Unko-chan were sitting on the roof of his idiot brother’s car… /chatting/. Laughing. Elbowing each other as if they were the best of friends. They were /smiling/. An irrational rage exploded in Agon’s chest and before he knew it, he was advancing towards them with the threatening aura of a sleep paralysis demon.

Agon immediately felt better when both of them jumped as he slammed his palms on the trunk. At the same time, he was further angered by them being too engrossed in their discussion to notice him until that moment.

‘Fine, trash, I’m here’, he finally gritted out. ‘What the fuck do you want?’

Hiruma smirked at him.

‘Nah, don’t worry about it. Unsui dealt with it.’

Agon’s eyes snapped to his twin and took in his banged-up appearance. A nasty smile stretched his lips while, behind his sunglasses, his eyes twinkled with malicious glee.

‘Oh really? Unko-chan handled it? I can sure see how well he did. Looks like it almost killed you, in fact.’

His brother shrugged, almost good-naturedly.

‘Could have been worse. The world didn’t end.’

The two pieces of trash actually laughed at that, as if it was some kind of shared joke.

‘Really? Tough words for someone who could only kick a football right half of the time. In fact-’

Agon never managed to finish the sentence, because Hiruma had immediately grabbed Unsui by his shirt and dragged him close to his face.

‘Football? You play football?! American football or soccer?’

‘Ah. American football… but I don’t really have a team now, so…’

At that, Hiruma’s smile got so wide that it could have lit up a stadium.

‘What a coincidence! I am actually building a team! I only got a couple of members so far, two idiots with whom I go way back, but they are passionate and not completely hopeless. I think they would like you!’

‘… really?’

‘Hell yeah! You should come at tryouts!’

Unsui tentatively smiled back. Just like that, the two of them were back in their world, laughing, chatting, and discussing football of all things. Agon watched in disbelief as they dove into animated conversation, completely forgetting about him.

As he silently fumed, plotting bloody vengeance, he could not help feeling that somewhen, somehow, a mistake had been made.

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