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RadioApple Week Day 6: Dance

An excerpt from DYWTK Chapter 37: Reach

The previous few days had been beyond painful for the radio demon. Boredom was genuinely one of the worst things that could happen to Alastor at any given time, and his number one source of entertainment had taken an unexcused break from his primary position. It didn’t help that he had to sit and watch as the king, his king, paid attention to anyone but him. That was finally over though, and now they could both benefit from a little exercise.

Alastor might have offered the fallen angel a head start in their little game, but he didn’t need it. Once again, the radio demon was awestruck by Lucifer’s aerial abilities. His wings absolutely glowed in the low light, the contrast of the red and white was positively brilliant. The king’s evasive maneuvers were amazing as well, he was almost impossible to catch. Almost.

Alastor’s tentacles went at the king from every direction, and yet he still remained completely untouched. The angel transformed into various animals to avoid being captured, not yet bothering to take any offensive moves. He must’ve been having too much fun zipping around like some kind of flying insect. But in every single one of their sparring matches, he eventually got cocky. The radio demon knew it was only a matter of waiting for an opening.

That opening presented itself when Lucifer decided to taunt Alastor by turning into a large, white and gold spotted sika buck. His golden hooves landed on the ground just long enough for the radio demon to strike, but out of nowhere, the demon’s shadow tripped him. Intentionally. The fucking thing was even smiling.

Alastor didn’t have much time to think about how he was going to rip the thing to shreds though, as his thoughts were abruptly stopped when he landed not on the ground, but in the arms of a familiar archangel. They both froze in place for a moment- Lucifer holding the radio demon the way one would dip their partner in a waltz. The king must’ve had the same thought. He smiled wide and said, “Dearest, may I have this dance?”

In response, Alastor tuned his mental radio to a bit of music, an old Rachmaninoff piece that he quite liked. It was one he and Lucifer had performed together in the hotel’s music room. The fallen angel’s eyes lit up as he recognized the melody and he pulled Alastor back onto his feet.

(Rachmaninoff: Preghiera)

The two danced a little waltz to the music, and just like fighting, Lucifer was amazingly agile with his wings out. The song started slow and picked up a couple of minutes in, and the king quickened the pace of their dance along with the music. He led the radio demon into twirls and dips and honestly, it was the most exhilarating dance Alastor had ever been a part of. He’d been so bored for days, silently wishing for the king to offer him more than a glance. It reminded him of the frustrating few days leading up to their first deal.

But finally, his angel had remembered where he was meant to be and who he was meant to be with. He was meant to be here, with Alastor, keeping him more entertained than he had ever been before in his long, dull, cold afterlife. Now that his existence had been graced with the affection of the most powerful being in the realm, he simply couldn’t settle for less.

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localartnerd · 1 year

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Kota was shoving his uniform in his bag, covered in sweat and in pain from wearing the binder during practice– God he really needed to stop doing that, it only put him in more pain. As he shoved the last of his things in his bag, he heard Kuroo’s voice pipe up from beside him.

“Kota! I’m going to Kenma’s after this, you coming?” the ravenet asked the younger teen. Kota shook his head.

“Can’t.. My dad came back from his business trip and he knows absolutely nothing of what I’ve done.” Kota responded, heaving a sigh from his nose. Kuroo gained a confused look on his face

“What did you do?” He asked, looking at the other, his head slightly tilted. Kota laughed slightly.

“Cut and dyed my hair, joined the boys volleyball team, started using the name Kota at school, the list goes on.” he said, recalling the events on his fingers before dropping his hand to his side, zipping up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

“And he has no clue?” Kuroo asked, looking at the shorter teen with this distant look in his eyes, like he was trying to grasp onto what Kota was preparing to deal with.

“Not one inkling.” Kota affirmed. Kuroo instantly looked worried.

“.. Will you be alright?” He asked, looking at his teammate with genuine worry– he didn’t want anything bad happening to anyone on the team, and that included Kota. Kota was silent for a moment.

“Worst case scenario, I’m kicked out, and I’ve already preemptively packed for that.” He said, gesturing to his bag over his shoulder.

“And best case scenario?” Kuroo asked, adjusting his own back over his shoulder.

“I’m grounded for a couple weeks, my phone gets taken, and I’m forced to do bible study.” Kota explained with a shrug.

“Religious nut?” Kuroo jokes

“Oh yeah. Big time.” Kota laughed, looking at his phone and seeing a message from his mother telling him to call her. “I should get going, my mom is already pestering me, I’ll see you guys later!” Kota said, waving to both Kuroo and the rest of the team who was still there, Kenma included. Kenma looked up from his game, gave a small wave back, before returning his attention to his game. Kuroo nodded, waving Kota off, before going to do the rest of the cleaning up in the gym. Kota pulled out his phone as he walked out of the gym, dialing his mother’s number and putting the phone to his ear, the nauseous feeling growing even more the longer it rang.

“Hey honey, are you on your way?” His mother’s voice rang out through the receiver. Kota hummed in the affirmative.

“Yeah, it’ll be like, five minutes.” Kota responded, looking around the evening scenery.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up?” She asked him, Kota hummed again.

“I’ll be fine mom, I’ll see you soon.” He answered.

“Alright. I love you, Akari.” Ouch. That hurt a lot.

“...Love you too, Mom.” and with that, Kota hung up the phone, dropping his arm back down to his side. A heavy sigh escaped from his lips as he trudged his way back to what was supposed to be his home– a safe place, but it hasn’t been that for a long time– just a place he goes back to. Kota knew his father was already waiting for him at the house, there was no telling what kind of lecture he was about to endure either. How lovely… which also meant his older sisters were there too… great, a fucking audience.

Soon, Kota got to the driveway of his home.

Then the walk-way.

Then to the front door. Anxiety coursed through his veins, he wasn’t ready for either outcome. He was finally happy for once, why did it have to be ripped away from him?! Why did he have to come back and ruin it all? Kota was finally happy with his life– and now it’s all going to shit.

Kota walked through the front door, calling out his presence. “I’m home!” He called out, shutting the door behind him. He spotted his sister, Sika, in the living room.

“Oh, Akari! Dad’s home!” Sika announced, Kota nodded,

“Mom told me earlier,” he spoke. “Where is he?” Kota’s mother appeared from the kitchen, dusting her hands on an already flour-covered apron.

“He’s unpacking right now, he wants to speak with you when he’s finished though.” She spoke gently, Kota froze. He.. wanted to speak with him? Oh no, oh no, oh no! That wasn’t ever a good sign!

“He.. he does?” He questioned, to which his mother nodded. “Okay…” He mumbled, before excusing himself to the bathroom, promptly freaking out in a group chat that held Kuroo, Kenma, and Kasumi.

Kota-Bug

What do i do? My dad wants to talk with me! He has no idea what i look like right now! I’m panicking..

Kasumi-Bug

Take deep breaths, Kota. If you need to stay somewhere else tonight after you deal with that, text me, I’ll pick you up.

Kuroo:

We have your back, Kota. Keep us updated and let us know if you need anything.

Kenma is typing…

Kenma:

____

Kota looked in the mirror, setting his phone on the bathroom counter. Kota looked so much different compared to 4 months ago, like a switch was flipped. Kota’s phone buzzed, the screen lighting up.

Message from Kenma

Kota picked up his phone and unlocked it, clicking on the notification.

____

Kenma;

Are you alright?

Kota-Bug:

I haven’t seen my dad yet, but I can't hide in the bathroom all night.

Kenma;

True..

Keep me updated, okay? I wanna make sure you’re safe.

Kota-Bug:

I will.

___

Kota knew he shouldn’t be hiding from his father, but what other choice did he have? Be kicked out? Oh well, it’s now, or he sleeps in the bathroom tonight..

Kota walked out of the bathroom, and back into the living room, immediately catching his father’s eye, who was now present with the rest of his family.

“Akari..” His voice seemed so loud compared to how it used to be– or maybe it was just Kota’s imagination. Either way.

“Hi, dad..” Kota greeted, changing the tone of his voice to match how he used to be– a girl. Kota avoided eye-contact with the man, not wanting to show just how much of him had changed– however he was also panicking, he was still wearing the binder! Fuck! Kota sat down on the couch next to his mother.

“Your hair..” His father trailed off, Saki piped up.

“I like the short hair on her, it’s cute, and she rocks the black, don’t you think, dad?” Saki chirped, Kota glanced at his sister, was she trying to make this better, or worse for him?! He wasn’t sure. Kota could swear the shaking of his hands was noticeable to everyone in the room.

“I think she’s just going through a phase, Hachiro.” Kota’s mom said, gesturing to his hair. “I’m sure she’ll grow it back out anyways.” she mentioned, side eyeing him.

She was going to make him grow it out. He knew she was. Kota gripped the phone in his hand and stared at his family. His father hummed.

“I’m sure it is. Because if it’s that whole ‘transgender’ thing again, something will be done about it.” his father stated sternly, crossing his arms. Kota bit the inside of his cheek, he knew he shouldn’t say anything, but he was just so.. So angry and tired of it! Why couldn’t his family just let him be him?!

Was he simply not human because he was a transgender male? Why couldn’t they just let him live?!

“And if it is the transgender thing? What exactly will you do? Force me to be a girl, as if you haven’t been doing that for the last two years?!” Kota spat, glaring up at his father and finally making eye-contact with him.

“Akari Sasaki, watch your tone with me, young lady.” He barked, glaring back at his child.

“Why should I? You’ve never shown me a shred of respect. I’m done being the doormat of this family!” Kota yelled, standing up

“Akari–”

“Mom, don’t.” Saki interrupted, placing a hand on her mother’s shoulder.

“If you don’t like it, then leave. If you want to be disrespectful, why should you even live here?” He stated. Kota stared at him.

“Fine. I will.” Kota stated, grabbing his bag and making his way to the front door. His actions caused his mother to panic and try to follow him.

“Akari? What are you doing?” she asked quickly, concern written across her face– or was it fear? Hell if Kota knew.

“Since you guys shove my thoughts and feelings aside, and dad told me to leave if I didn’t like it, that’s exactly what I’m doing. Don’t act so surprised. I’m doing what I was told.” Kota said bluntly, walking out of the house. He was done. It was over. He could be happy, right? He paused and turned around to face his family, who had followed him to the front door, but stopped before actually waking outside.

“If you think in the future I’m going to come back to see you without any genuine apology from you guys, you’re wrong. I’d rather be dead than be forced to be someone I’m not. I hope you guys have a great life.” Kota snarked, turning and walking away, pulling out his phone and dialing Kasumi’s number.

Ring… ring… rin–

“Kota, you alright?” the blonde asked, Kota hummed in the affirmative, the adrenaline finally wearing off and the panic truly setting in.

“It happened.. I got kicked out. Er.. well more like I walked out.” he stuttered out. Hoping his voice didn’t crack.

“How far away are you? I can pick you up– it’s dark outside..” Kasumi spoke, Kota heard background voices on Kasumi’s end of the line.

“It’s fine, I’m not far, I can walk.” He told her “who’s that in the background?”

“Kenma and Kuroo were worried, so they came over. They both knew you’d call me if something happened. I’m serious though, I can come pick you up, you’re not exactly in the best shape mentally right now– for god's sake you just got kicked out, Kota. Let me help.” Kasumi pleaded, genuine sympathy in her tone. Kota was silent for a few moments before he sighed shakily in defeat.

“Fine, I’ll send you my location and stay put.” he said, pulling the phone away from his ear to send the location before putting it back.

“Stay on the phone with me though, just in case. You know some people are weird.” Kasumi said, Kota let out a small laugh, though still panicking.

It was maybe five minutes when a navy blue car swung around the corner and came to a stop beside him, Kota recognized the car instantly as Kasumi’s. He hopped in the backseat and buckled up before promptly bursting into a fit of tears.

“I-I’m sorry! You shou-shouldn’t have to be dragged into this!” He cried, burying his face into his hands. He felt so guilty– he did this himself and here he was– dragging three people into this with him. He shouldn’t have done that! They didn’t deserve this! Why was this hitting him so hard? He had been waiting years for the moment to be out of that house for good– so why was he so upset? He didn’t understand, which only made him more upset.

“Kota, don’t apologize. If we didn’t want to help, we wouldn’t be here right now. This is all on us, we're wanting to help you, dude. Take a deep breath, smell the flowers, blow out the candles, remember?” Kasumi soothed, driving off, “remember, breathe in for four, hold for four, out for 4, repeat.” Kota followed Kasumi’s instructions before calming down.

This was going to be rough on him, wasn’t it?

“Legally, you don’t have to go back, you’re allowed to move out. You can stay with me, or I’m sure Kenma’s parents would love to have you around more.” Kasumi said. Kota sighed.

“I know, I’m just.. I don’t want to force my way in anywhere–”

“You won’t be. I promise you. I’m so fucking proud of you, Kota. you’ve grown so much since we first met, and you’re finally putting yourself first. I’m so proud.” Kasumi praised

“Stop it, I’ll start crying again…” Kota huffed, rubbing his eyes.

“How about this, we get inside, and the four of us just relax?” Kasumi suggested, pulling into her driveway. Kota nodded.

This was going to be a peaceful rest of the night for him, or so he hoped.

Finally a new beginning for Kota Sasaki, as Kota, not as Akari, but as Kota.

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