Chapter Text
Orange – normal
yellow – bored
green – jealous
black – anger
violet – devious
blue – sad/disappointed
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Akihito was bored. Sitting on his bed, one of his foot dangling over the floor, his head resting on his hands, he thinks about what to do. His best friends Koh and Takato just are not there, they were called on a mission and he was the one left behind. And why? Because his father has decided, that he every time gets into trouble, when he went up to earth to fulfill a task. 'This is so fucking unfair. Why don't my dad trust me? I want to have some fun, too!'
His tail is switching from one side to the other, and his not yet full grown horns flame up with yellow-green fire. The color shows his mood, as if it wasn't obvious enough just to look at his face. Yellow for his bored mood, and green being jealous about his friends, having fun up there, where so many people walk around, who could be tortured by him, too.
Oh, yes, torture is a very big word for him, the son of the King of the Underworld, also known as Hell. So, why, is he, the Prince of this whole fucking hot place stucked up here? The flames getting darker, showing his anger rising. The thing with his flames is so weird: he's the only one in Hell, who has these changing colors. Normally they are burning in all orange shades, like normal fire does. And only the royal family members have flaming horns. All lower creatures just have boringly normal horns.
But we are still at this torture thing. Akihito's understanding of torture was to play pranks at the humans. Yes, some of them have resulted in dangerous out comings, like traffic accidents for example. But every time he comes back to Hell, his father reminds him, that he has to learn, how to torture the humans in the right way, so that his father could be proud of him and the underlings look up at him in fear. Finally he once shall take over this place and this is nothing for a weak prince. He have to grow.
And then it hits him. 'Man, I'm so stupid.' He smacks his hand against his head. 'Of course – the library! Why didn't I remember earlier?' Now his flames are happily glowing orange, a hint of violet in them, for his mischievous idea, that has shown up in his mind. He knows, he has to be careful, by getting there. He's only allowed to go with an experienced older devil, because of so many dangerous books being around. So he slenders just around as to accidentally landing in front of the entrance. Before he opens the door, he makes sure his horns are not on fire any longer and nobody is in sight. When he sees, everything's ok, he slowly opens the door and peeks through. The librarian is nowhere in sight, so he silently slips in and at once hides behind a shelf. Now he has to be really careful, as the librarian is a grumpy old devil with long ram horns, which are burning the whole time, since of his age. He's not only the one looking for the books, but also Akihito's grandpa. As he had settled down many of millenniums before Akihito was born, and his father took over the underworld, his grandpa was happy to stuck his nose for the rest of his life in the books. But as old, as he is, he still is a real member of the royal family and so has damned good eyes and ears.
Ok, he wears glasses, so thick you can use them to just slay another devil, and a bone anchored hearing aid, which begins at one ear, then goes around his back-head and ends at the other, every inch a device, which is connected with his acoustic center. That means, he hears and sees better, than the time he was ruler of this hellish empire. Welcome to the 21st century!
Akihito smoothly glides from one shelve to another. Good thing is, he will mention his grandpa coming closer because of the flames. Bad thing is, the old one has a lot of magic on his side to make his life more, just lets say – interesting, because 'harder' sounds so negative. But nothing happens, and so the young devil-prince reaches his destination without interruptions. He took the book, he was looking for and scrolls through the sites, until he founds what he was searching for: the name of the one human, who will change his life and career forever. Akihito's brain drinking the name and information in, like a dry sponge. He puts the book back onto the shelf and slowly turns, to make his way back. He opens the door, as a deep, rough voice holds him in place. “Now, Akihito. What are you doing here? Visiting your old grandpa?”
Akihito turns around, trying to find a satisfying answer. “Hi grandpa. Long not seen. Yeah, I just wanted to visit you, but couldn't find you. Were you hiding somewhere?”
“What do you think, my youngster?” Suddenly his contours begin to flicker and then his body gets...invisible? Akihito looks dumbfounded at the spot, where his grandpa was standing one second ago.
“What? Where are you? Since when you're able to get invisible?” He makes a jump backwards, as he is being touched at his arm. “Damned. Don't do this! C'mon, just let me see you.”
The air at his side flickers again and his oldest family member stands beside him, chuckling.
“So Akihito, what were you searching in that book? You're not really trying to get into contact with who I think you want to?”
Akihito lets his head fell forward, his horns lighting up in an icy blue, disappointed to being caught, as he thought he would just have done such a very good job. He then looks his grandpa in the eyes.
“I don't know, to who you refer, but yes, I'm going to earth to meet someone there. And I don't let you hold me down and stop me doing this!” At once his flames turns into a dark blue. The old lord of the hell doesn't say anything, just watching the young one for a long time.
“Yes. Maybe you're right. Maybe this is what you really need to grow up, to get the knowledge you will need, to rule this place. Since you won't listen to the older devils, perhaps this man can teach you, what is needed to rule an empire.”
With that he snaps with his fingers and Akihito founds himself in a totally unknown area. It was cold and dark and the smell of blood and sweat was laying heavy in his nostrils – one of the more unpleasant things in the human world – his hypersensitive senses. At least there are no tail and horns to reveal his true nature.
More than just a little shocked, he turns around, to take a closer look at his new location. And soon he mentions, that his grandpa just send him directly into a warehouse.
He only was able to think a 'Holy fuck', no that's not right 'damned fuck' he meant, yes, of course, that's it. 'What the hell is my problem to think such stupid things in this situation???' As with a humming sound, the lights are flashing into life, himself standing in the middle of the room, he faces some not very friendly looking Japanese men coming towards him, three of them. To the left, one with glasses, to the right, a heavily muscled bear of a man and in their middle, the most handsome man, he'd ever seen. Strong face lines, lips speaking of sin, chiseled cheekbones and chin, eyes like molten gold, piercing through him, as if they want to look at his soul. 'Soul? What soul?' Akihito interrupts himself of these new silly thoughts as he founds himself nearly hypnotized by these eyes.
The two men at the side take a step more and suddenly he felt his arms being held by them in a not gently, but therefore really hard grip. The handsome man, still looking into his eyes takes Akihito's chin in his hand. “Now? What do we have here, huh? Being a little too curious, for your own good, my sweet boy?” His voice is dark and soothing, even it was dangerous calm and Akihito feels a shiver run down his spine. 'Is he the one I'm searching for? The description fits, but I have to be sure.' He then decides to come straight to the point.
“Am I right, when I think, that you're Asami Ryuichi? Ruler of the underworld of this land named Japan?” His voice is strong, his eyes glaring into the golden ones.
“So, you know me already? And nevertheless you show up here, in my warehouse? You know, what this place is meant for?” At this time Asami is not angry anymore, he's more curious about the young man, daring to face him, today of all days, as there is business wating for him, and then in this place. Either he is suicidally minded, or he's just stupid. But neither of those possibilities really fit.
“At the moment I'm in a good mood. Now tell me, what is it, that you want?”
“Let go of my chin and tell your gorillas to let loose, then I will tell you.” After a short pause he adds a low “Asami-sama.”
Asami rises an eyebrow, surprised, that after such an order the boy uses a honorific form of address. 'He really has the guts to order me around and yet adresses me with -sama-? This gets more interesting, than he has thought.' He nods at his men, since there are no weapons the boy has with him. And he doesn't even look dangerous, but Asami is not on top of the food-chain, because he is gullible. He just trusts his men, they know, what to do, as he does himself.
“I'm listening, boy.”
“My name is Takaba Akihito, not 'boy', get that? I've searched you, Asami-sama.” Before a surprised crime lord is able to say a word, Akihito continues. “I want to learn from you.”
“And what could it be, that a sweet, little boy as you are, want to learn of a man like me, Akihito?” Asami really has no clue, where this should be going but the next answer totally takes him by surprise and even his ever so unreadable face shows this in every detail.
“I want to learn, how to torture people. And I want to learn, how to rule an empire.”