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"I love you," he professed, babbling over his word choice as he rolled his used condom off of his tiny dick. It took you everything you had not to vomit.
"I know you do," you groaned, slipping on your panties and readjusting your skirt as it should have been.
"Wha- what?" he pathetically recoiled. You took a final look around his disgusting excuse of an apartment. The small space was littered with leftover takeout and empty beer cans. Stains ingrained themselves into the torn fabric of his couch, the same disgusting couch he just fucked you on.
It wasn't too bad this time, he only lasted twelve pumps. In all honesty you were kinda bummed because you thought you'd have a little more time to plan what you'd make for dinner in your head while he had his way with your willing body.
"You bitch," he hissed. "I just said I love you!" Clearly you struck a nerve with his delicate ego.
"And I said that I know you do." The best part of this whole situation is that you had just met him at the sleazy dive bar that night. The same run down bar you've hunted at for years, where you'd met hoards of foul men and women to go home with.
"Come here," he demanded, pointing to his lap. A laugh frothed from your throat, and you couldn't even try to keep it down. This asshole thought you'd go again? It took you every bit of courage just to fuck him the first time. No, you had gotten what you'd come for. And now that you had it, you were out of there.
Without saying another word you threw the door open and exited the apartment, leaving him flushed and angry.
"Yeah, go fuck some other dude you whore! That's what you do best!" he yelled out from his window, cupping his hands around his mouth to act as a microphone to be sure his words reached you from the street.
You really didn't want to do it right away. You had planned to wait until a better time. But at this point you just couldn't resist.
"Diligo," you spoke. You didn't look behind you when you heard the thud of a body crashing onto the windowsill, you knew what had happened. It was confirmed by the high you felt from the rush of his lifespan entering your being. Although at the same time you were left disappointed when the intoxicating feeling only lasted a mere second. He must have only had a few years left, probably due to his blatant alcoholism.
You enjoyed the warm, quiet walk home to your cozy Tokyo apartment, bouncing a bit with each step. You cherished the tranquil silence of the space, save for the monotonous ticking of the wall clock you had hung years ago. You relished in your peace as you began making ramen for dinner.
Alone. You adored being alone. Away from all of the groveling men and women, absolutely wretched from either being in love or their lack of love.
Why couldn't you be a cool devil? You'd crossed paths with others, like the Needle Devil in the past. And they certainly didn't seem to be concerned with anything other than inflicting pain onto humans.
Yet here you were, the Love Devil. As the Love Devil, the incessant yearning for love itself was known to you when you were in the presence of those doing the, well you know, yearning. And it was utterly exhausting.
One time you accompanied Kishibe to a local high school to sniff out a student hybrid who was using their abilities to attack their former crushes for not liking them back. Merely entering the building was enough to make your head explode from the unending horny cravings of high schoolers. Those fuckers' hormones were absolutely off the charts. Truly, it could have been a field day for you to wreak havoc on their poor souls. But they were minors after all, and devil or not you couldn't bring yourself to do something so disgusting.
Because in order to kill someone, you had to have sex with them. The endorphins released from the act allow you to bind your will to your victim's heart. So after you have sex with someone, all it took was for you to picture their face and the utterance of a simple phrase 'diligo' at any time for oxytocin to rush their system at such a high volume that it kills them instantly. Which then leaves you to siphon what remained of their life source.
Was it convenient? No. You would have much preferred to stab someone or eat them like other devils could. But there was one advantage: you were hard to track. Other devils make huge scenes of their massacres, which lead to Public Safety having to exterminate them. You however, killed almost silently. You could kill someone you had sex with years after the act, muttering your deadly phrase and leaving them dead from anywhere in the world. That alone made you practically impossible to trace.
Not that Public Safety much cared about where you were anyways. Your murders were justifiable, and you really were quiet about it when you did kill people. Kishibe had warned you in the past about Makima wanting to recruit you for one of her special divisions, but she wavered for a few reasons.
The first was that you weren't very useful in devil hunting. You couldn't exactly fuck a devil mid fight in order to kill it, could you? Not only that, but Makima really didn't like you. And because of that she didn't want to be around you. She didn't exactly want to exterminate you either, for reasons you weren't quite sure of.
The sound of your ringtone pulled you from your thoughts. Leaving the noodles to boil, you pulled your cell phone from your back pocket.
Kishibe.
How funny. You were just thinking about him. The two of you hadn't talked in weeks.
"You've reached Viagra's customer service line. This is Y/N speaking, how can I help you?"
"Real funny, Y/N. I may be getting old, but I'm not that old," a gruff voice responded.
"What do you want?"
"Geez, you're pleasant as ever. Busy night tonight?"
"Yeah, he was particularly disgusting. Was bragging with his friends at the bar about sexually assaulting someone. I was thinking about going back after dinner to get his friends, too. They seemed to be enjoying his story a little too much."
"Gross. Give them a little death kiss from me, too," he sighed, taking a pause that followed with a swishing sound. You could practically see him sipping away from his metal flask. "Anyways, I have a favor to ask of you."
"A favor? And what might that be?"
"Public Safety's throwing an office party for the workers. I want you to come with me."
"Would I finally get to have my way with you?" you flirted, stirring the noodles cooking in the pot.
"As tempting as that sounds, you know my answer. Can't stand the thought of you being able to murder me whenever it's convenient for you."
"Aw, Kishibe. Don't be like that. You know I'd never kill you. Let's have some fun," you begged.
You'd met Kishibe years ago at a local bar while scouting creeps to be your next target. You were conversing with a particularly rancid old man when he interrupted you mid sentence.
At that time he was just beginning to gray. His salt and pepper hair messily topped his head, and his dark eyes seemed to pierce straight through you like the hoop earrings in his ears. What caught your attention most though was the healed scar that cut through his jaw, ending at the corner of his mouth. His mouth. You remember how badly you wanted to kiss that mouth. How badly you still wanted to kiss that mouth.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he offered, blatantly disrespecting the man you were currently entertaining. You couldn't blame him, because you were fucking gorgeous and you knew it. You yourself weren't sure how you became the Love Devil, but your entire being was the embodiment of love. You were alluring, charming, and desirable. And lucky too, because most devils look so clearly not human.
But not you. You looked incredibly human to the untrained eye, just remarkably more beautiful than a human. You were ethereal, drawing and demanding attention from anybody with the ability to see.
But it had been awhile since a man that hot approached you, so how could you say no?
"Sure," you accepted, batting your full eyelashes at him. You abandoned the other man to sit with Kishibe instead, and the two of you talked for hours and hours. You'd flirted shamelessly, and throughout the entire conversation you were looking for something, anything, to signal that he was a shitty human piece of garbage. You hungered for an excuse to go back to his place, some reason that he'd deserve to be killed.
But you couldn't find any. Turns out that Kishibe was a class act, in fact he was the strongest member of the Tokyo's Special Division 4 in Public Safety. Silly Kishibe in his drunken state had revealed that information early in your conversation, clearly trying to impress you.
Instead it terrified you. You know, because you were a devil. And he was a devil hunter. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that you two weren't a match made in heaven.
Maybe a match made in hell, though.
You made it clear that you just wanted to be friends after you failed to find any negative aspects in his character. Well, any character traits worth killing him over, anyways. He loved alcohol just as much as he loved women, but other than his arrogant and occasional cocky attitude, he was respectable.
Because you were a devil, your natural instincts begged you to kill someone after you had sex with them. Sometimes you were able to fight it and kill them when you were feeling down or in need of their lifespan. But other times you couldn't fight the urge to kill them straight away. And you just couldn't bring yourself to kill Kishibe if it came down to it.
So instead the two of you remained close friends. Once you realized you could trust him, you revealed your true nature about being the Love Devil. After that, you both were the definition of a match made in hell. You'd go out to bars together, and sometimes you'd act as each other's wing(wo)man. You'd find nice and willing women to go home with Kishibe, while he found morally corrupt men for you to take home. And kill.
"I don't want to go to your party. Why are they even throwing a party? Is it a funeral? Didn't a whole slew of devil hunters just get killed by the Clown Devil a few days ago?"
"Astute as ever," he huffed. "Yeah, they did. And Makima's throwing this little get together to boost morale throughout the divisions. Everybody is talking about going private, and she obviously doesn't want that."
"So, why do you need me to come with you? Aren't you a big boy?"
"I'm a big boy, alright," he grunted. "But a friend of mine who moved to China is gonna be in town. And I think she's attending. I want you to be my woman for the night, so that she might get jealous and want to be my woman instead."
"Poor Kishibe, can't even get a date for himself," you tsked. "Is Makima herself going to be there?"
After a brief pause, he answered. "Yeah, probably."
"Then I don't want to go. We've been tolerating each other at a distance, and I don't want to mess that up," you explained while adding ingredients into the pot.
"It'll be fine. She's all wrapped up in Denji right now anyways. Won't even notice you're there."
"Somehow I severely doubt that."
"Okay, fine. Don't come then," he finalized.
"Come on, Kishibe. Keep begging, I kinda liked it."
"You're impossible, you know that?"
"You love me," you insisted, inherently knowing it was true. But it was a platonic, okay, slightly sexual but mostly platonic, kind of love.
"Yeah, I do."
"And because of that, I'll go. But can we keep the whole 'I'm a devil' thing quiet? I know Makima knows, but other than that I don't exactly feel comfortable going to a devil hunter party as a devil."
"Whatever you want, Y/N. If that's what it takes for you to go we can keep it quiet."
You sighed into the phone, signaling your defeat. "Okay, I'll come. When is it again?"
"This Saturday. I'll pick you up at 7."
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You sat in Kishibe's passenger seat, humming along to the music he played in his red 1963 Chevy Corvette. The Public Safety office building had just come into your line of vision as he turned left.
"I regret coming to this with you," you grumbled.
"No backing out now, sweetheart."
Once parked, the clack of your heels followed you as the pair of you entered the party arm in arm. Most of the party goers wore a simple white button up with a black tie and black pants, no doubt reusing their uniform as their nicer outfit.
Kishibe followed the trend, however he wore a shiny leather jacket over his button up. You, on the other hand, stood out in your tight blood red cocktail dress and black heels.
"You look really nice," Kishibe whispered as he leaned into your ear, reassuring you as you made your way to the open bar, naturally.
"Thanks," you smiled. "Now where's the lucky lady?"
"Haven't seen her yet. Two whiskey neats," he ordered the bartender.
"Then you've gotta introduce me to all of your other friends in the meantime," you urged as he handed you your drink in its heavy glass.
So that's what he did. Doing your best to avoid Makima's demanding presence, Kishibe followed you around as you introduced yourself to various members of Public Safety. Most of them were pretty forgettable, but others were nice enough.
Kobeni, for example, stood out to you. Although timid, she was exceptionally kind. Through your abilities you could sense that she had an immense amount of love for someone, or even a group of people. If you had to guess, you would make the assumption that she came from a large family.
To your surprise, you also met many devils and fiends. The fact that they were so comfortable acquainting themselves with literal devil hunters made little to no sense to you, but that was their choice.
"Hi!" a young man introduced himself, but he was no normal man. Instead his head was half shark, and he had no visible eyes. What was even more bizarre is that he exclusively wore swimming trunks. No shoes, no shirt. But he still got service.
"Hey," Kishibe greeted. "Y/N, this is Beam. Beam, Y/N," he introduced before downing the rest of his whiskey.
"Nice to meet yo-"
"Have you seen Lord Chainsaw?" he asked, mouth turned into a wide smile.
"Uh, no," Kishibe answered. "I've seen him around, but I don't know where he is right now."
"Okay, thanks!" the fiend answered, turning and continuing on his mission to find whoever 'Lord Chainsaw' was.
"Who is Lord Chai-"
"Shit, there she is," Kishibe panicked. In all of your years knowing him, you'd never seen him so flustered over a woman.
"Well let's go introduce ourselves!" you insisted, practically pulling him towards her.
After setting eyes on the woman, you couldn't blame Kishibe. She was downright stunning. Tall, cream colored hair, with a black eyepatch covering her right eye which made her look like a total badass. The only problem was that she was surrounded by fiends touching her and slurring affections in her direction.
"Kishibe, long time no see," she greeted. "It's been years."
"Yeah, that's what happens when you move to China," he chuckled. "Quanxi, this Y/N."
"Hi," you greeted, flashing your brilliant smile in her direction. As if seeing it wasn't enough, you could physically feel the love she had for the fiends she surrounded herself with. And all of them were female.
"How's it been there?" Kishibe asked, trying his hardest to make conversation.
"Devil hunting is much better in China. You're much less...restricted. Plus I have my girls now," she answered, hugging her fiends into her sides.
If it weren't for your friendship, you would have laughed. Quanxi was so obviously a lesbian. It was clear from the way she so evidently cared for the fiends, even if it wasn't apparent physically. Not only that, but you could feel the lust she directed towards you.
There he was, dragging you to this party for a lesbian. You always swore that Kishibe liked to keep himself miserable, and this only proved your point.
"Are you a devil hunter too?" she asked you.
"Me? No, no. Just here to keep Kishibe company," you beamed. Although the point was moot, you wanted to sell your act so that Kishibe wouldn't blame you for not trying later. "We've been seeing each other for a while now." You leaned your head against his shoulder and squeezed his muscled arm a little tighter.
"Really? Well I'm glad you were finally able to find a girl, Kishibe!" she rejoiced. "And a beautiful one at that." Her expression remained stoic, but her words seemed to light a fire between your bodies.
"You think so?" you giggled, unable to fight your seductive instincts.
"Yep, she's the best," Kishibe butted in, squeezing your arm a little tighter in warning. "What do you think, sweetheart? Should we go get another drink?"
"Huh? Uh, sure," you agreed, although confused as to why he was cutting the conversation short when she was the whole reason you were there in the first place.
"We'll catch you ladies around later," Kishibe promised. "Quanxi, great seeing you as always." She nodded, only offering him a subtle smile.
"What was that about?" you grumbled as he pulled you back to the line for the bar.
"Are you kidding me? I have wanted her for years and here you come seducing her in seconds!" he marveled in a hushed tone.
"I'm literally the Love Dev-" but thankfully you caught yourself before you finished, and were speaking quietly enough to where nobody could hear you. "You know what I am. You're telling me you couldn't see this coming? Especially when she clearly is into girls?!"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Can we just get another drink and make the rounds until we run into her again? I need to think of what to say to her next time. She caught me off guard."
"I can do the talking if you want," you offered.
"Absolutely not. You've done enough of that, don't want you two to start humping in front of my eyes or anything," he complained.
"Hey, now. I'd never do that. I'd at least go back to her place before humping her."
"I cannot believe you," he groaned before slipping his flask from his coat pocket.
"If you have your drink, why are we in line to get more?" you questioned.
"Can never have too much."
After he ordered not two, but three more whiskey neats (one for you and two for him), the two of you continued talking to the various members of Public Safety.
You were in the middle of speaking with a man named Fushi when Makima caught your eye again. She spoke to a tall man, easily one of the tallest people at the party. He wore a sword on his back, and his dark hair in a tight topknot with bangs framing his face. A cigarette was tucked behind his ear, which was pierced with a simple black stud. He wore the same outfit most others wore, but instead wore black converse for shoes.
Whatever he was talking to Makima about must have been important, because even from afar you could sense the emotion. His hands waved animatedly in the air as he spoke, and if you had to guess you'd think he was upset.
"Hey, who's that guy talking to Makima?" you asked, nudging Kishibe and accidentally making him spill a few drops of his drink.
"Damn it, Y/N," he groaned. "Who?"
"Him," you repeated, subtly pointing in their direction.
"Oh, that's Aki Hayakawa."