MISTRESS
Pairing: Beam/Female Reader
Summary: While in a state of nihility, you await the assignment of a buddy. Soon after your partner's departure, you’re given the info regarding your next partner. They wanted to try out this experiment, where devil hunters are paired with manageable fiends, on you because of your demonstrated dedication as a devil hunter. You didn’t object, there wasn’t much you could do but accept . Maybe it’ll make losing a partner easier, you thought. You were wrong, so wrong. Beam made things enjoyable and charmed you with his carefree manner. You broke the rules for him, with him, and more for the first time. Though life as a devil-hunter never had sappy-happy endings.
CHAINSAW MAN MASTERLIST | TAGLIST
A/N: PART ONE - PART THREE - PART FOUR (TBP)
yeah, this is a long one, buddy. (this is part 2)
WORD COUNT // 12,389 words
The place you called home was completely dark and smoke-filled. The blue screen became hazy in your eyesight as the smoke gradually expanded the area. Your nose and throat have lost all sensation.
You were sucked into the cushions of the couch even more, the cushion's roughness is noticeable on your skin given how little it was washed.
The motions on the TV screen danced in your pupils as the vibrant light reflected off of your quiet eyes. They're laughing and smiling on the screen, the actors, or rather, their characters, are. You watch this show every day after work even though it is dreadful. It's been a long time since you've watched an episode of Friends and smiled with them. Watching them has not been the same since you were a child, nothing since then has stayed the same.
Things were so damn simpler, back then.
The absence of light was evident. The only light that was present was from your TV, where its beam illuminated the room. You were laying on a curved couch in front of the flat-screen television. The décor in your apartment was monotonous and expressionless. You had a tall couch, and a tall television stand, and overall everything stood tall. The plants you had installed when you first moved in have been neglected for so long that they're nearing their end. Their demises were ignored in your amenity.
Smoke escaped from your mouth as you exhaled. Your bare arm rested on the side of the couch, remote and charring cigarette in hand, your shirt and tie left neglected on the floor. It was a brief and uneventful day for you despite everything. Don't be bothered, but 'twas your birthday today. A day made notable by whoever gave a damn, and you sure as hell didn't.
Besides, you didn't have anyone you wanted to go out with. For instance, you didn't even tell any of your co-workers about it. Whoever they are. You didn't know. Why bother remembering their names when they were vanishing by the day? Socializing was bothersome anyway.
Nonetheless, the question is, how d'ya manage to get the day off? Well, Makima, the new chief lady, pulled you to the side when you arrived at work that morning. It came as a surprise to you when she suggested that you take the day off on your birthday, for you to appreciate it. You assumed she discovered your birthday from your file or something of that sort. Unrealistic to assume she just knew.
Not like you both were buddies.
Anyhow, there wasn't much of a problem with your absence. Work had been lackluster as of late with you not having a partner, and thus not doing much work in the field with the horrid devils. To ensure that at least one devil hunter can return, the majority of them are sent with their partners. Really, all you've been doing is waiting for your next one to come, along with some paperwork, of course.
Shame what happened to your last partner. God bless his soul. The man didn't die or anything, but the lifestyle of a devil hunter, fucked with his head. He abruptly resigned, which was not all that shocking, and it had now been over three weeks. For roughly two months, you were partnered.
Despite appearing unconcerned to the naked eye, you secretly wished him the best. You didn't know him long but you think you remember him saying how he had a family or some shit. His wise choice to prioritize oneself over this soul-crushing career truly made you consider leaving and pursuing something else as well.
Whereas this thought was a temporary fantasy and ridden as dust as your hand unconsciously grazes your bare stomach, scars from years of this bullshit that pays the rent are all your fingers felt. The sensation your fingertip heeded, the jaggedness, makes your mind flash through all the horrid memories it mercilessly stored. From your youth to the start of your career as a devil hunter. Both were moments where your life appeared to be falling apart. This is your life. Each scar held a story you could only wish to forget. All this thinkin' had you remember Kishibe.
You sighed at the thought, and smoke flew out, grazing your bottom lip.
"Fifty men and women rushed in to save the little girl!"
On the television, a man's voice exclaimed. His exclamation locked your stray gaze, successfully escaping the madness your mind contained.
You continue to watch the screen half-heartedly as your hand robotically raises the volume. Normally, you weren't one for the news. Not with the career you uphold. But hell, why not? Given that everything was being shown live, it sounded like a typical "hero civilians" tale.
The newscaster continued, elaborating more. "A fiend has restricted the girl and her family inside. Where are the devil hunters? No problem." The young man pointed behind him at the run-down house, "these civilians are tired of waiting and are rushing in!" he stated.
You bring your right leg up onto the couch, resting your cheek against your knee, leaving you in an odd, but weirdly comfortable position. "A fiend huh?" Feels like you can never truly escape the devil's mania.
You wondered what type of fiend it was, and why exactly those fifty civilians just walked their way into the building with niche weapons. It's tragic how these conflicts typically turned out, pitting humanity against devils.
You knew this better than any civilian. You're a professional after all. There was only one way your brain could see this broadcast ends. Maybe two? Neither two joyous.
Hilariously, comically almost, right after the newscaster's bold statement, the man's face suddenly goes stiff and he leans forward, him holding his ear. It appeared as though he was listening to something entirely undisclosed to the viewer, whatever was being said causing his face to pale, and his handsome smile to falter, along with his masculine tone, it now turning into a sheepish boy.
"W-What?" he stuttered, eyes no longer on the camera but instead down on the ground. After half a minute the man nods and finally begins to proceed in the broadcasting. "Um...they all died.." he reported. To likely every viewer's shock. How could this live broadcasting go from happy-go-lucky to the reporting of fifty people's death?
In your mind, it made it more real. Because in real life, things can go from zero to a thousand in a matter of milliseconds. What a cruel joke.
The newscaster cleared his throat, his face straight. "Just in, the little girl killed them. E-Every single last one of them. There was a misunderstanding. She was the fiend and her whereabouts are in the dark as of right now..."
He continued to warn locals of the wandering fiend, and with that, you dissociated. Your eyes bore through the screen for a second, and your mind processed the information before closing them, irritated.
"Buncha' idiots," you muttered.
You turned the television off, eloping you in pure, dreadful darkness. The noises from the night city below your apartment made you rub your head in frustration. You placed your leg back onto the floor and then rested your elbows on your knees, back arched forward as you rubbed your eyes and held your head.
"Didn't come here to hear this shit," you groaned.
When opting to report this before the problem had been fully settled, the news station must have been in over its heads. How miserable. For those ratings, they wanted that "happy" story, didn't they?
You put out your cigarette and stood up from the couch, placing your scarred hands into your grey sweatpants pockets. You had trouble keeping your head up. That's enough TV for today, you thought.
You crouch down, grabbing your crinkled uniform shirt and tie from the floor, groaning about your back as you arise.
The slam from the washing machine didn't faze you. You click the button to begin the washing cycle and head straight toward the refrigerator not far from your washing and drying machine.
The stainless steel fridge buzzes as you apathetically gazed inside, holding the fridge door open with your other hand.
You heedlessly grab a cold can of beer and closed the door. On your way out of the kitchen, you grab two bags of chips off the counter and carry them through your apartment's hallways toward the bedroom.
Once inside your bedroom, you placed the junk onto your nightstand and flop down on your unmade bed. You roll onto your side and reach for your laptop, powering it on. As your laptop powered on you proceeded to pull your sweatpants off and kick them off onto the floor.
You sit up, underneath the blankets, and place your laptop onto your lap, proceeding to type your password. Since that broadcast fucked up your mood, and you're not tired yet, you might as well check your emails.
You click on a bookmark and it instantly takes you to your Gmail account. Your attention is drawn to the most recent email like a moth to a light bulb. It came from Makima, and they had chosen a partner for you.
Now that you think of it, did Makima give you the day off because she found you a partner? But why all the dramatics? This isn't your first rodeo, you didn't need to be sent home to 'mourn' or whatever.
Despite everything about this seeming entirely premeditated, you no longer gave a damn. Your eyes scanned the screen, reading the message. The message explained in detail this concept of sorts. Devil-hunters working with fiends. Along with how you were being offered to basically be a test subject. You reread the message and noticed that attached was a file of who your 'partner' was.
Surprisingly, your curiosity wasn't peak, you were pissed. First, you process what was being asked, more like told to you. You, a devil-hunter who has killed your fair share of fiends, alongside devils. Why should you work with an idiotic fiend? Who thought this was a good idea?
"What a buncha' baloney," you utter, eyes glued on the screen. This is entirely disrespectful to you.
Many other questions arise with this concept. What if this fiend kills someone on the job? Hell, you aren't interested in getting blamed for anything that wasn't your fault!
You lean over to the side to grab your beer. You position your index finger under the tab's ring and pull. It was cold in your hand but you didn't care as you chugged half the can down, some dripping down onto your chest and faintly drenching your sports bra and sheets. You placed the can back onto the desk and exchanged it for a bag of the chip.
No point in complaining in bed, there wasn't much you could do but accept. You'll give Makima a piece of your mind tomorrow. You opened the attached file and the document slowly loaded while you chomped down a handful of Doritos.
Maybe having a fiend as a partner will make it less burdensome when they're dead and gone.
The document finally decided to finish loading and you were faced with a screen of words.
The first bag of chips was finished and thrown onto the floor and the other grabbed another other bags.
"What's with fiends and their weird ass names?" you whispered while placing your legs in the crisscross position. The fiend's name, or rather, your partner's name you guess, was Beam.
Your eyes continued reading, the blue light from your laptop's screen reflecting from your tired eyes. The document stated the basics of this fiend. He was the Shark Fiend, the devil who embodies the fear of sharks that's now a fiend. The following section detailed the fiends apparent personality. It stated the following:
"Beam is childish, and one with a mentality similar to a child in some aspects. His attention span was ever so short unless he was doing something he found enjoyable.
"Speaking of things this fiend enjoys, he fancies fighting and eating. He's a bit eccentric, and his speaking style is hard to put into words. Beam often gives nicknames to people he likes, odd nicknames such as 'Master' or just copying a nickname he's heard given to the said person.
"Based on our interview with Beam, we have noticed he doesn't like wearing clothing. Every time he was dressed the next second he was exposed. We weren't able to convince him to wear a shirt, but we did successfully get him to wear pants.
"Regardless of everything said, Beam does have impressive control over his cravings, and above-average intelligence than other fiends."
You sighed. You got stuck with a child-like fiend of all things. Has Makima meetcha? You weren't exactly one for children, at least, not anymore. Kids only reminded you of the bad memories and how fucked up your life is.
You wiped the beer off your mouth, smearing it into nonexistence.
To be completely honest withcha self you weren't in the mood to complain anymore. This fiend guy or whatever was just gonna be your partner, no matter what you thought. If you're lucky he'll get eaten by a devil or kill someone and be sufficiently executed. Tomorrow you's problem. The next thing on your agenda is to get a few hours of sleep before work. But first, gotta dry those clothes for work tomorrow.
You groaned. Having stated that you closed your laptop and went back to doing your chores before quickly dozing off, wishing the light would never rise and for the night to last forever.
The next morning you approached Makima, a wooden toothpick between your lips and scowl fully exposed. You strolled the hallways of your workplace, people you passed saying morning as you brazenly passed them. Today, you weren't in the mood for their trivial greetings. You had a question you wanted an explanation for.
“What’s all this about?” you questioned the woman.
She stood coolly as always, not once have you seen Makima sweat from stress or intimidated. Ya can’t say you’ve never felt discomfiting around her presence, but unlike some other devil-hunters, you were trained to not show any of your emotions. Negative or positive. Devils feed off both, instead of just fear as many believe. Your instructor taught you that when you were a noob at this.
Makima’s gold eyes didn’t falter at your harsh tone. She didn’t raise her voice, glare at you, hell, punches you. Rather, she complimented you.
“You’re a dependable devil-hunter. And simply, I saw it best to choose you for this task,” she stated, simply. After a second or two passed, she continued.
“Is that understood?”
You didn’t quickly respond. Voicelessly, you chewed your toothpick, twisting and turning it with your teeth. Somehow, the spark within you falters when you speak to Makima. She tired you out, simply with her presence.
“...Where's my bud?" you finally asked. placing your hands whiten your slacks pockets.
Makima nodded, taking this as a yes from you. “Good. He’s being transported here for your meeting. I actually already have an assignment for the two of you.”
Now that was surprising, she expected you to just get along with a fiend that quickly? You twisted and turned the toothpick, the sharp edge poking your gums. “Yippie,” you sarcastically said in response.
Makima nodded, pleased with your appliance. She began to part ways with you before turning back around. “Oh, I forgot to tell you yesterday. Happy 28th birthday,” she smiled. That’s the first person in years, even though it’s a day late, to tell you a happy birthday. How depressing, you could weep like a cloud. Your expression didn’t shift with Makima’s jokes, or whatever the fuck this was.
With a shrug, you decide to entertain the woman. “Didja gets me a gift or something,” you mocked. Though she answered it as a question.
“Unfortunately, I did not. However, I do have some paperwork I need you to look over. It’s on your desk,” she told, before leaving you alone in your spot, face ever so blank.
You removed your toothpick and rubbed your temples with a sigh. “Give me a damn break, Makima.” Soon, you also turn oppositely from Makima, and stroll back to your desk, a permanent scowl implanted on your face for the entirety of the morning.
The morning went on quickly yet slowly. You read the paperwork that Makima ever so kindly left for you regarding your partnership with the fiend. After finishing up with those papers you then read up a bit about the assignment Makima laid out for you and your partner. Then you went downstairs to greet, to put it simply, your new partner.
One headache after the other.
This whole experiment thing, fiends partnering with devil hunters, was weird to you, but hell, weird is your normal. You were somewhat glad you could go back on the field, paperwork was getting so fucking boring.
In the back of the HQ building, was an army van parked, and a man in a combat getup standing in front of it. You sighed when you approached the man, ready to get this all over with.
“Tis’ the fiend?” you asked hands in slacks pockets.
The man's hands were behind his back, posture straight, a head taller than you. He nodded. “Yes ma’am. And you’re _____ _____, I’m assuming?” he asked in a polite tone.
“Mhm,” you responded, chewing your tongue aloofly.
“Honestly didn’t expect a devil-hunter to look like ya,” he stated offhandedly, all while unlocking the van's back door locks.
You bit your cheek, tilting your head sluggishly. The man had waited maybe half a minute before you found the strength to respond. You had an idea of what he was saying, probably was flirting with you, not to sound cocky or anything.
“Look like what?” you asked, challenging his statement for no damn reason. The tone you held must’ve been a little harsher than intended as the bulky man in front of you faltered on his words like a grade-schooler at a spelling bee.
His face expressed realization, and he rubbed his neck apologetically. “Apologies. Disregard that. Ha, It wasn’t appropriate,” he apologized before clearing his throat awkwardly. Flirting it was then. Cool. Guess you’re delighted to be right.
“Nah, it’s cool,” you eased without much thought. You had to be honest, you were being harsh for no reason. Must be boredom. Tis’ probably why you can’t keep people in your life. What’s the reason again? Who’s the problem? Oh, the problem is you. And the reason is that you don’t put in the effort. Or, if you want to deflect you can just say no one ever puts in the effort for you. Not your parents, not your coworkers, hell, you don’t put effort into yourself either. What a dull life.
You squint your eyes. The sun takes a mischievous peak beside the building, and the blaring light shines past Devil Hunters Tokyo HQ, behind you, the man, and the military van. You admired, more like observed the scenery behind HQ’s building.
There's a dumpster, littered trash, cigarette buds, and a condom or two. And here you are, waiting to meet your new partner that isn’t even human in such a scenic environment. God, you wish you didn’t come in today.
While you were admiring your surroundings, you must’ve missed the guy opening the van back and turning back to you. He called your name perhaps a hundred times before you eventually responded. You are so out of it today, man. The moment the man has your attention, he starts to repeat or say what he was about to say when you lost focus.
“The fiend is inside,” he stated, shrugging inside the van that was filled with clouded darkness. You turned on your side and cast a quick glimpse inside. Your demeanor remained unaffected. You couldn't see a damn thing, not because you weren't a bit concerned. This guy might have night vision or some shit but you sure don’t.
You both exchange glances, and you awkwardly nod to show him that you at least acknowledge the presence of a fiend inside. Just can’t see it apparently. The man pauses for a brief moment before restating.
"It's not coming out, um. The fiend, that is," he clarified.
"Oh, okay then,” you said, turning back to the open van with no light. With a groan, you began to call out to the fiend. “Hey, buddy! Come on out. What are ya, scared of the light?” you jested.
At first, there was no movement or sound from the van. Until it spoke, the shadows spoke, barely audible, hesitant almost. “Are you my buddy?” the darkness asked you.
You dropped your hands into your slacks pockets before responding unenthusiastically. “Yep, that would be me...” Can not believe you’re making conversation with a fiend. “You’re my partner, bub,” you added, mostly saying this to yourself. To remind you that this fiend is your partner and you aren’t his. You aren't equal.
Another silence surrounded you all before the fiend responded. However, this time it came out of the van in all its glory. You clenched your teeth.
The shark fiend’s human form resembles an athletic young man, just without the chiseled face. Instead, he had a shark's snout and fin rather than the top half of his head, and no eyes to be seen. Wonder how things look through his eyes. Just like the file you were given said, he wore no shirt, exposing his torso. As they had mentioned, he only wearing a pair of swimming trunks. Thankfully you were prepared for the sight.
“Yes! I am Beam!” he clamored. There was no longer any hesitance or timidness in his voice, instead, it was replaced with lucrative energy and delight. The shark fiend had the biggest grin on his face as he absorbed your cold presence and observed the features of his human partner.
You didn’t respond right away, making the fiend stare at you, in anticipation, you guessed. With a shrug you reply, turning on your heel in the process. “Kay. Follow me,” you said, walking from the van and to the side building exit. You waved your hand back to the man in the uniform, your other in your slacks pockets. “Thanks for the help, bud.”
You did not wait for the fiend in your steps, making Beam rush after you like a child playing tag with their friends. As he went after you he also waived after the guy: copying you. “I thank you also, human guy bud!” he rejoiced as he followed behind you.
The walk was quiet, no action was made by you to insinuate the conversation. Beam would observe your side view every few seconds as he walked beside you now.
Beam didn’t know where he was or where you were both going. The sights that surrounded him were uninteresting. There were empty food stalls, empty grass fields, and a large empty playground. Now that he thought about it, Beam thought these places looked fun, and he wanted to touch all of them!
Before he could ponder about the sights further he notices you voicelessly take a box of cigarettes out. He decides to take this as his chance to strike up a conversation. Though your fast walking pace made it sort of hard for him to speak and walk. Normally he’d just walk through anything in his way, it’s simpler that way!
“Ahhhhh, buddy, where are we going?” he asked. He waited patiently for you to respond. You had a cigarette between your lips and a lighter in your grasp. When he doesn’t get a response he just thinks you didn’t hear him so he asks again. “Excuse me, buddy! Where are we going too?” he repeated, making you internally sigh.
You exhale, smoking escaping in the process. “To fight some baddies. A devil kinda like’cha,” you responded. You spent the entire morning reading the assignment that Makima wanted you and your "partner" to carry out considering your skills were appropriate for the aforementioned devil.
Beam gleamed at this. “We’re already fighting? I’m very excited!” he gushed, smiling boyishly.
You shrugged. “You sure are talkative,” you uttered. It wasn’t like you weren't prepared for Beam's personality, they did give you his file. However, reading it and experiencing it were two different things; that can be said for many other things.
Beam's smile seemed to grow, sharp teeth exposed. ‘Yes! I very much enjoy talking. And I am Beam!” he jabbered. Beam was happy you were starting to talk to him, so he reintroduced himself. Irritating you unintentionally.
“Heard ya the first time Beam,” you grumbled, putting out the cigarette in your suit's sleeve.
Beam however didn’t catch your annoyance and continued. “Your name is _____ _____. Correct?”
Whoever brought Beam to Tokyo must’ve told you your name since you didn’t introduce yourself to the fiend earlier. You nodded. “Correcto, Beam,” you confirmed.
He crossed his bare arms and stopped in place, tilting his head like a confused puppy. “Humans have such long and complicated names!” he stated. He then points to himself. “Mine is fast and easy!”
When he halted, you stopped right where you were, turned around, and made eye contact with the fiend for the first time, or rather you just stood there, not knowing where or what his eyes were. What was this fiend getting at? Did he just splatter out whatever was on his goddamn mind?
“...Ain’t that so,” you said. Not knowing what else to say honestly. While you and Beam are stopped in place you survey your surroundings. This place is exactly as described, a small town, with grass fields that stretch for miles. And it’s very quiet.
You're kind of hungry, you and Beam have passed by plenty of empty food stands but it was early, after all. Maybe one was open. Beam called out to you, breaking you from your thoughts.
You turn your focus to him. “We’re almost there,” you said.
“Then why do we stop?” he asked. Beam wasn’t like other fiends, you can see that now. Just from basic things such as being able to hold a conversation and him following along, well, to a degree.
“No rush,” you eased, placing your hand into your black blazer pockets. “I’m hungry. So I’m going to eat something first,” you explained. You wave for Beam to follow you, and he obediently does.
The further the two of you walked, the more empty the streets felt. The silence brought a chill, but Beam seemed to be oblivious to the off-putting lack of sound. Regardless, you do find one stand about to open. You scanned the menu, they sold everything you would find at a coffee shop, but the stand had more charm than any Starbucks you’ve been to.
“Get me a large espresso,” you said after scanning the menu.
The cute coffee stand was being run by a teenage boy, around 15-16 years of age. His shaggy chestnut hair was disheveled, and his matching eyes were antsy. You assumed he was just opening up the stand as everything wasn’t in order yet, and he was flustered when you began to order. His flusteredness was also probably due to the partially naked monstrous fiend standing next to you.
Beam credulously admired the hollow surrounding as the boy stared in fear and confusion. You rested your elbow on the stand, devil-hunter badge held in front of the boy's face. “Ya got that?” you firmly repeated.
He stuttered in response. “Y-Yes ma’am!” he fretted. He then began brewing up your drink while synchronously setting up shop.
You turn back to Beam, your arms folded firmly underneath your chest. “Beam. Do you like coffee?” you asked.
Beam shimmered. “I think so?!” he exclaimed, now practically bouncing in excitement. He and caffeine perhaps wasn't a good idea mixed.
You purse your lips. “‘Kay,” you said.
Your gaze slipped down to Beam's chest then to his defined abs. He didn’t seem to notice your stare, instead rambling about coffee or something like that. Beam had a good-looking body and he wasn’t shy about showing it, or he was just naïve to the fact that his body is attractive. He had no shame going out in public practically naked.
You flip your gaze back to his face. “I’ll buy you that coffee if you put on my blazer,” you bargained.
Beam responded in a heartbeat. “Your torso covering?” he questioned.
“Uh, ya?” That’s a weird way to describe a blazer. This must be what they meant by Beam's weird way of wording things. How did he know what a torso was and not a coffee? Now that surprised you. His wording kind of irked you, but it also kinda charmed you.
“Just while we’re eating. People have been staring.” That was a lie as nobody was outside, you were the only one staring and you knew it, but come on, anybody would say the same thing!
The fiend whined like a child, shoulders slouched. “But--” he began, but you interrupted, not willing to adjust your deal. You’ve heard enough tantrums in your life to see one coming.
“Yes or no, only.”
Beam pouted, almost painfully. His mouth opened and closed as he tried coming up with a retort. It was cute, the expression he made as he thought so hard. Though you weren’t one to back down.
You glared back at the crabby fiend.
“BUT--I really really really despise torso coverings!” he whined.
You almost start to laugh openly at this, but you bite your bottom lip to keep from laughing out loud as Beam continues to protest. Seemingly not noticing your charmed conduct.
“They’re uncomfortable!” he added, flaring his arms like a helicopter's blades. You never thought a fiend could actually be so...human. You never thought you would experience a certain joy in a fiend's presence. Beam had charmed you without you even trying.
“Oh really? No coffee then,” you shrugged, turning back to the coffee stand. The barista already placed your espresso down and only stood there awkwardly, watching you and Beam banter. You breezily grab your coffee and begin to pay, ignoring the feeling of Beam's gaze on your back.
Doesn’t take long for Beam to burst. “Fiiiiiiine!!” he grumbled, fists bunched and pout palpable.
Your gaze was down on the stand and…you smiled. Nobody saw it, not the barista or your partner. Hell, you neither. Though you could feel the serotonin inside. Beam truly was childish and quite dramatic. Can’t imagine him hurting anyone. This thought was wrong, you know you shouldn’t be underestimating a fiend, you know better than that.
You scoff, grabbing your toasty espresso, the cardboard box warm in your hand. “Add on to my order a…affogato and two ham and cheese kolaches."
The boy's face was awed, and he nodded frantically. “Y-Y-Yes ma’am!!” before beginning the rest of your order quietly.
You leaned against the stand and examined Beam’s demeanor. He stared back at you, oddly not saying a word for once. Beam instead, waited patiently for you to say what was on your mind, more patience than anyone else you know in your life.
“Do you like human food, Beam?”
He looked as if he was in thought, in a very cartoony way, holding his chin and looking up at the same sky as you. “Maybe? Do you like it?”
The shuffling from behind you didn’t bother you, too focused on Beam. You squeezed yourself further as if you were hugging yourself. “Mhm.”
There was a silence that neither you nor Beam broke. The only sounds heard were the seagulls in the sky and the shuffling of the barista. The smell of fluffy bread and creamy coffee is what took over your nose.
You stared up at the rich sky. Every day the sky held a different appearance as if you all were blessed with a new one each day; when in reality it was the same ole sky as yesterday. The same sky that witnessed your tears of anger, frustration, and utter chaos. But Beam, he didn’t see that. He couldn’t understand the misery behind your icy glare. He didn’t understand it. Does that mean he can’t see it?
You rolled your shoulders. What with these sentimental thoughts? “Course I do. I’m a human after all,” you mocked.
Beam didn’t seem to have noticed your snappy comeback and moved the conversation. Reminding you why you're both in this small town. “When will we fight?”
You respond shortly after. “After we eat.” Beam shoots you another question before you could even blink.
“Who are we fighting?” he added to his initial question.
You scrunch your nose. “A devil,” you said.
“Where are we fighti-” he began to ask.
“-Beam. Quit with the who, when, what, where, why, and ’sometimes’ how shit. You’ll see when we’re there,” you snapped, putting an end to his waterslide of questions. Goodness, he truly was a child.
You begin to smoothly rub your temple as the barista places your order down, holding his hands. He looked bashfully at the ground, palms sweaty. “Y-Your order ma’am,” he notified, keeping a moderate distance.
You sighed. What's with kids being so bashful nowadays? “How much?” you asked, turning to face the boy all while digging through your wallet. Beam watched over your shoulder, sniffing your order. If he had a tail it'd be wagging right about now.
The barista's brown eyes couldn't seem to stay in place or keep eye contact. His face was as steamy as the kolaches, his nervousness really did show. “2-2,050 yen…” he stated.
Beam began to drool at the smell, literally, drool fell on the shoulder of your blazer. With a light shove, you put a stop to the sticky line of drool that was falling from Beam's mouth, all while shaking your head like an old man disappointingly looking at the youth of today, hell you felt like one.
You sighed again, passing the barista three thousand yen. Your hand faintly touched his, which in response startled him. “Here ya go, kid. Keep the change,” you said as you grabbed your order and passed Beams his affogato. “Let’s go Beam.” You then walked away from the warm booth, continuing your walk around the empty town.
Beam followed, drink in hand. “I thank you also, kid!”
It seemed as if the wind was trying to tip you over, stop you in your tracks or just blow you and Beam away. Your hair was about to give out to the harsh gust of winds, plus you were getting chilly now that you were missing your blazer. Beam, however, seemed unaffected by the current airflow, only focused on the cup of coffee in his hand.
Your blazer was a tight fit on Beam's torso, but he didn’t seem that bothered. You sort of regretted your deal to buy him a coffee if he wore it since now you were fucking freezing!
Beam instantaneously followed beside you, spilling coffee into his mouth, tongue out like a dog. “This is super tasty!” he noted aloud, licking the cream from his lips.
You took a sip of your espresso as you watched Beam now chomp down a kolache in slight interest. “Hopefully it doesn’t keep you talking all day. And make sure not to waste any crumbs,” you warned. Hoping he didn’t stain your blazer, that’s a part of your work uniform, after all.
“Human food is so tasty!” he gushed.
You turned your gaze to the side, a gust of wind passing by; you squinted your eyes. “Ain’t that so?” you replied half-heartedly.
Man this town was suspicious, but there was still no devil in sight. It was now past noon and there were still no people outside. The only person you've seen was the boy from earlier setting up his stand further behind. Your mind could only come up with one or two possible stories on what happened to this modern ghost town.
Beam however was ever no oblivious. “Yes, very much so! I give you my thanks, my buddy!” he stated.
You didn’t give him a response and instead stopped in your tracks.
All the trees swayed in havoc, and the sky was clearer than the ocean. The wind didn’t come to an end, it was exhilarating. Though this wasn’t ‘cause of any devil, tis’ all nature you’re observing. Nature can’t help but be affected and be put in the game of humans and devils.
Beam stopped in his tracks soon after you and stared at your paused side view, confusion littered on his face. The wind combed through his dark hair, messing it up more than it already was.
He called out to you. You didn’t respond.
The destructive wind was whispering to you in a familiar tone, a tone you damned. It warned you of what was going to happen, but with no specifics, as always. You didn’t look behind you, only forward. Your silence was making Beam discombobulated.
However, you were to focus on the magnetic feeling you felt in your left hand, and without thinking, you opened your palms and at the speed of sound, a glassy trident bolted into your curled grasp.
The trident was as clear as the approaching water and was about twice your size long. It glistened as the glass it was composed of reflected the light: blood staining the three prongs.
Before Beam could react to the situation, he hears a harsh thump behind you two. Instinctively, you both turn around to find the barista boy fallen on the ground, three dark red holes through his torso.
You close your eyes as you let out another sigh. “Good grief. Look who it is, Beam..” you stated, placing the heavy weight of your transparent trident on your shoulder.
Beam pointed a finger at the boy. “Coffee guy! I didn’t even see him,” he blurted. You both stared down at the bleeding boy clinging on.
“Me neither. Just thought it’d be best to send for my trident since we’re walking these suspiciously empty streets all by our lonesome.”
Your free hand held the now warm coffee cup that the boy in front of you cooked up, walking closer to his fallen form. “This neighborhood, tis' a normally highly populated area. And it’s noon, somebody ought to be outside, odd how that stand was the only one open, eh?”
You stopped and crouched down to his level. “You had a good thing going on with the coffee stand, fiend. Almost had me convinced.” Tis’ your first time coming across a fiend who lived a ‘normal’ life. Let’s say you’re intrigued.
The fiend moved its long, brown mop of hair, exposing two iron fish fins attached to his left and right temple. There it is, the headpiece that makes it a fiend. Though honestly, you weren't here for a fiend.
He stuttered in his response, just like before “G-G-Good things don't last forever, ma’am.” He coughed out blood, attempting to lift himself.
You kick it fully onto the ground and trap it between the three prongs of your trident. “Where’s the Fish Devil? You’re one of its puppets, aren't cha?” you pushed.
Beam voicelessly watched you interrogate the fiend, silent amazement in his eyes. The fiend clenched his teeth. He no longer looked like a nervous barista as he had believed before. He looked like the killer of this town.
“J-Just die! None of this would have happened if you didn’t bring that fiend. If only I didn’t expose myself...to it," he jabbered, "If I kill you...they’ll let me continue to run my stand."
“The fish devil?” you surmised, but the fiend only growled at you, refusing to speak further. So you stand up from your crouch position. “You’re useless to me then,” you uttered, staring down at the young-looking fiend.
You took the last sip of your espresso. “Good coffee though." You pull the trident out of the ground with all your strength and swung it onto your shoulder, turning to Beam, back hunched. “Beam. Mind beating this fiend up for me, buddy?” you asked.
Beam gleamed like a newly bloomed flower, stars in his eyes. He’s never been so impressed by a human. He never felt so flustered around one either. “A-Ah, of course, I can...for you buddy!” he raved. Beam's eagerness to please you wasn’t noticed as he passed you.
You turned from the sight of the bloodied fiends and the glistening shark fiend. You threw your cup onto the dirt beside your foot, unleashing your free hand, you then reach your free hand into your pocket and pull out a cigarette.
The cigarette stared back at you as you placed it between your lips, and lit it up. The commotion behind you doesn’t faze you, your mind is too focused on the pleasing feeling of smoke invading your lungs.
You stared up at the sky. It was still blue and cloudless; you made a wish to the sky then. For things to never change, just like the skies' blue shade.
Before you knew it, you didn’t hear anything from behind you, and Beam was again beside you. You turned to him. He was covered in scratches and blood splattered all over him, though it didn’t seem to faze him. Hell, it seemed nothing fazed him. Beam turned to you and anticipatedly waited for you to say something.
“Beam,” you said, an air of smoke escaping your lips as you said this. You look down at the opening of your blazer that Beam wore, where Beam's chest still showed. The idiot never buttoned it up.
You raised your gaze back up to his face. “You got my fucking blazer bloody,” you barked, removing your cigarette from your mouth, leaving it between your index and middle finger.
If Beam had animal ears, they’d be down. “S-So sorry..miss,” he mumbled, inexplicably stuttering. What’s with his change in behavior, he’s being all…submissive.
You glared at the fiend, transferring the trident weight on your shoulder. “What’s with the ‘miss’ now, eh?’ you questioned but shrugged it off.
“Whatever, let’s continue searching for this devil,” you stated and you both continued walking the town in search of this devil, dead fiend behind ya. Beam, however, could never see you in the same light again after this occurrence. Hell, he didn’t ever want to.
Beam and you resumed your mission of locating the fish devil and figuring out the status of the missing residents of this town. You can confidently say that the people are dead and gone, swallowed and digested. Sometimes it’s just best to assume rather than cling to heterogeneous possibilities.
The current atmosphere between you and Beam after the unknown fiend's appearance is apparent. Beam went silent after the ordeal. You went quiet also, though that wasn’t out of the ordinary for ya. However, just like a phone turning back on after getting charged, Beam was soon back to himself, repeatedly calling your name.
“Mistress ______, mistress _____, mistress _____!” he repeated over and over again.
You narrowed your eyes. God, he is weird. This must be what they meant by Beams' outlandish nicknames. Your shoulders were slouches from carrying the rod of a trident on them for so damn long. “Why d’ya keep calling me that?” you asked. He responded like a bat straight out of hell.
“‘Cause you are my mistress, Mistress _____!” he extolled, aimlessly following behind you. His response was very much vague, so you asked again.
“Yeah. But why?” you reworded, hiding the frustration in your voice.
“‘Cause you are my mistress, Mistress _____!” he replied.
You stop in your tracks and glare at the fiend. He had to be fucking with you. He literally just repeated the same response as last time. Beam stopped behind you. “Yea,” you said. “But why exactly am I your mistress, Beam?”
Beams didn't spontaneously respond. He held his chin. Looked down at the dirt road in thought before coming to a reply he thought you would like. “You are my mistress, Mistress _____…?” he mumbled.
You shook your head to keep it from burning up. “Ne’er mind…” It was clear you were not getting anywhere with this. This fiend just repeated the same response over and over and it was obvious to you he was the one getting confused, true audacity.
“Just stop callin’ me that. I’m not’cha mistress.” you clarified.
He burst after you said that. “I am your servant, Mistress _____! Your strength has inspired me! So I will follow you!” he loudly and proudly declared. What a weirdo.
“Mhm. Whatever you say Beam.” you dismissed his compliments. At least you thought they were compliments from him.
“You are very strong, Mistress _____. How?” he asked, elated.
You went silent for a moment. The devil you were contracted with. Why would a fiend care, you thought, beside this thought you answered Beam’s question, gazing at the setting sun. “
I have a contract with the Mermaid Devil.”
Beam pushed for more, his interest piqued. “A contract? Contracts have conditions, what’re yours?” he further inquired.
You sighed. The trident held on your shoulders felt heavy, a heavy reminder of your contract with the mermaid devil. If you wanted to be dramatic you’d say everything changed after you agreed to that perverted devil's contract. Beam notices your silence and empty eyes.
“Mistress...?”
You remove your trident from your shoulders, digging the three spears into the dirt, residing it there before squatting down to rest for a bit, wondering about your next move. Are you going to avoid the question? Go silent on him and just continue this mission. Or are you really going to talk to him?
“...You ever met the Mermaid Devil?” you asked, even though it wasn’t likely to be a yes. As you expected, he shook his head. You placed your elbow on your knee, resting your cheek in the palm of your hand.
“Don’t then. They’re disgusting,” you stated. You didn’t have many regrets, they held people back, but agreeing to that contract is a hair away from being one. “This trident was made by them using the shedding from its...scales,” you explained, eyes on the glossy trident, your face reflecting against it like a mirror.
“Is that what makes them gross?” he asked you.
You shook your head. “No. The trident is what binds the mermaid devil and me. It’s the source of power for our contract. What makes The mermaid devil so perverted starts with how it’s known to only do contracts with women. They have perverted envy. They do these contracts to remove their femininity. They enjoy that, it’s twisted stuff.”
“And for my contract I…I doubt you’ll understand but...I agreed to give them all my eggs along with my monthly blood from my menstrual cycle. Haven’t had a period for around, hell, almost half decade.”
Before you could think too much about it, you shook your head. “Eh, it could've been worse. I’ve heard stories of women who’ve lost their breasts and more.”
Beam stood silent, processing the information you told him, you stayed silent, but your mind rambled. Why did you say all that? Why were you talking about something so personal with a fiend? You’re telling this fiend you just met something you never told anyone else.
Maybe...you really did always want to tell someone. Hell, no one really asked.
Your parents were ashamed you were a devil hunter in general, disgusted with all your actions, and avoided speaking to you. No one cared how all this shit bothered you. Yeah yeah, your parents never stopped mourning the death of your siblings, but for the love of fucking Christ you were there. You were mourning too. You didn’t need them shaming everything you did. All you needed was for someone to notice you were upset.
“This upsets you?” Beam asked. He didn’t fully understand what you were saying, but he could tell you were upset saying it. You, however, didn’t answer his question. Opting to not respond, because you didn’t know what to say. Out of everyone, he was the first to ask you if you were upset. Not if you needed a day off, or if you were moody; he asked if you were upset. It’s a shame he’s the first.
Beam stared down at you, the sky setting behind him. “I get sad when you’re sad, Mistress _____!” he remarked, pointing at you.
You rubbed your eye. “Heh, you get sad? I thought fiends couldn’t feel emotions like empathy." You scoffed. "Why would you feel bad for me anyway, we just met buddy.”
You stood up and dusted yourself off. Before you could reach for your trident, Beam shoved your blood-stained blazer into your arms, chest now exposed. “Because you’ve been so kind to me, Mistress _____. And I like you very much, and I don’t want to see you sad! Please be happy!“
This fiend...isn’t too bad. Hell, can’t say you hate him so that’s good enough. “Ha? You’re an odd one, buddy. Let’s head back to HQ. I don't see no devil.”
And that was the beginning of a newfound friendship. The days seemed to go by in seconds. Sun came then went and the moon took its place. You settled nicely into your new routine with Beam. Every morning your buddy would be waiting for you at HQ. Honestly, you didn’t know if he lived there or if they dropped him off every morning.
However, on this particular day. Beam wasn’t waiting for you like normally. A shift in the routine. Another thing that stood out was that Makima called you to speak privately. Your eyes subtly widen at her words to you. Though you attempted to act like yourself and nonchalant.
“Beam needs to be relocated,” she stated, hands laced with one another. She stood in front of you as if she was towering over you. Her hypnotizingly beautiful eyes stared through you.
You crossed your arms. “‘Kay? What does that have to do with me?” you retorted, leaning against your desk. "I know nothing about his living conditions."
She continued on with her statement, unfazed by your offensiveness. “And it’s best if he moves in with you,” she added, simply.
You glared at her for a minute. What’s with Makima stacking things on your plate? You already accepted being a part of this experiment but this was going kind of fucking far if you say so yourself.
“And why am I the first option?” you rightfully asked. “What’s the normal procedure when a fiend’s picked up anyway?”
Makima leaned against your desk beside you. “Normally, they’re killed on the spot if they are out of control. However, in certain situations, there are ‘sane’ fiends who are well enough to be interviewed by psychologists.”
Right, you recall reading that file for Beam.
Makima continued. “After successfully gathering the information sought, they either send them off to get experimented on or they’re killed based on how much chaos they caused before the interview.”
Your eye twitches. “Where has Beam been stationed at?”
Makima cups her chin. “He’s likely being watched over by the psychologist in his cell where he was interviewed.”
His cell? What the hell? Beam never told you anything about no cell. At the end of each day, he shimmers so happily as he waved you off. You wouldn’t have thought he had been going home to a cell when your time together ended.
Makima watched your reaction. “Back to what I was saying earlier. It isn’t possible for Beam to be stationed there forever, and a decision needs to be made for his relocation,” she pushed.
“As everything with you partnering with Beam has been good, I put up the suggestion of him moving in with you. In this case, you can watch Beam on a better level. Though, they’ll only agree if you’ll agree to it.”
You stayed silent, lost in your thoughts and emotions. Makima side-eyes you, hand still squeezing your shoulder. “I would hate for all this to be for nothing,” she said. You both make eye contact. “You understand.”
You remove yourself from her side hug, stuffing your hand into your pocket. You felt odd. All warm and fuzzy. It genuinely...intimidated you. You waved her off. “Ahhhh fuck it. I gotcha’ Makima,” you said.
Your appliance makes the woman smile and nod. “I’ll make sure you get the paperwork by the end of today,” she informed you, before lifting herself from your desk and making her way toward the exit.
You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, great, great,” you murmured.
So you’re gonna have to live with a fiend too? Man, they really are asking a lot out of ya. They must have some personal vendetta against ya. You should ask for a pay raise. You grumble your way to your desk and prepare yourself for the junkyard of paperwork you’re going to sign.
As anticipated, Beam was relocated with you a few weeks later. You would say it happened all so fast but it was truly a long wait. Mostly due to you informing your landlord about your roommate, and the HQ wanted to make sure you had your shit together and could watch over a fiend.
A few days after the paperwork was signed and sent you informed your partner about his new living arrangements since no one else did. He was elated. And you’d be lying if you weren't a little intrigued. Intrigued by what living with Beam would be like. Hell, it’d probably be like having a child move in, or maybe a hyper dog, who knows?
After giving Beam a tour of your apartment and the ground rules, Beam pointed something out. Something very important. Starting with your couch, it was quite dirty. Actually, the entirety of your apartment was pretty dirty and unkempt. Really unkempt.
So on your first day with your fiend roommate, you both cleaned and organized. Washing clothes, dishes, and dusty counters. Beam caught along rather fast. You were able to teach him how to clean things, but he wasn’t any good at organizing things. That didn’t matter to you anyhow.
You were enjoying yourself. Even though you didn’t show it, Beam had a feeling you were having fun too. You never thought you’d have fun cleaning the house. Kinda reminds you of a time when you were a kid.
Your older brother and younger sister had hated cleaning, and you hated it too, but one day during summer break your rooms were so filthy that your parents threatened your summer vacation if the chores were not done that day. So you and your sibling cleaned all day till your hands felt like rubber. It was fun just being with your siblings. Even if it was something as bland as cleaning, they always made things fun.
You swept the floor as Beam dusted the wall's silence. The thought of your family made you ask Beam a question, “You’ve ever been swimming, Beam?” you asked, sweeping the little particles of trash into one big pile.
Beam tilted his head from the other side of your apartment. “Like in the ocean. Ever seen the sea?” you elaborated.
Beam halted his dusting, duster in hand. “No, not ever."
You chuckle, placing the broom against the wall. “That’s hella hilarious. You wear those wacky swim trunks all the time, plus you’re literally the shark fiend. It's a damn shame," you teased, pulling the oversized shirt you wore down to cover your thighs.
Beam placed the duster down and sat on the couch, then rested his head on the armrest, watching you sweep. “Have you been, Mistress _____?”
You shrugged. “Naturally. My parents used to take me and my siblings every summer and rent out a beach house and all that good stuff,” you said with a hint of a smile on your face.
“Haven’t been back in, hell, a solid 20 years.” The last time your parents did that was when you were 8 years old. They didn’t follow the tradition the years after, as those were properly the hardest years of all your lives.
“Did you find it fun?” Beam asked, watching your every reaction. He was a good listener, a very good listener. He always made you feel like he wanted to hear whatever you said.
You faintly smiled. “It was nice,” you whispered. You placed the broom in the corner of the room and sat next to Beam on the couch. “My brother used to always pull me and my sisters into the ocean, and…we’d play till our fingers were all wrinkly. The sun appeared to never go down, always seeming to set each time I checked. As if time wasn't passing.”
Those were the good days. Good summer days. You can still feel the warmth of the sun from those days. The sun shined a little brighter than it does now. That’s perhaps the reason behind your fixation on the never-ending sky.
Beam shoots you another question. “You were happy, Mistress?” he inquired.
You nodded. “Yeah. I was happy,” you muttered.
The apartment went into a void of silence. Neither you nor Beam picked up your cleaning equipment, deep down you still wanted to talk, and Beam had another question.
“Let’s go this summer,” you said suddenly, Beam stared confused. “This can be our little old tradition as buddies,” you suggested.
You didn’t know what came over you as you wrapped your atm around Beam's shoulder. “Every summer we’ll rent out one of those fancy beach houses and swim till we can't no more. How bout that, Beam?”
He nodded rapidly. “I am excited! Very excited, Mistress _____! I’m very happy to attend with you!” he jabbered, wrapping his arm around your shoulder also. You savored the feeling of your arm on his shoulders, and Beam savored the feeling of intimacy.
“Me too, Beam. Let’s finish unpacking before we start planning.”
Beam agreed and you both cleared your apartment. After cleaning for hours upon hours you both finally had time to relax together as roommates in a now-clean apartment.
You suggested a movie would be nice. Since the couch coverings were the last thing you and Beam washed for the night, you both made a fort on the floor in front of the TV.
The movie you watched was some cliche American Christmas movie. Beam seemed to enjoy it. You stayed inside all night, in fear of the cold weather on the other side of your walls. You were able to convince Beam to wear a sweater for bed instead of half-naked.
Beam was already fast asleep before the movie ended, innocently snuggling against your heart. You didn’t push him off, yell at him, or wake him up. Hell, you know the reason why. The reason is…that he’s all you have, and you’re all he has. Why would you push the only person who matters away?
“I wonder...if you can ever understand how you make me feel, Beam,” you whispered, pulling his freezing body closer to yours, legs tangled together. And that arctic night, you both rested comfortably.
“Beam, how old are ya?” you asked at random.
You peered at the darkish, aquamarine sky, walking beside Beam as per usual nowadays. It has been nearly a year following your partnership with him, and you had no idea how old he possibly was.
It was perhaps a dumb question on your part as fiends are just immortal devils possessing human corpses who have no concept of being born into the world. You, however, asked despite the voice in the back of your mind calling you a fool since Beam would never.
Beam cartoonishly counted on his fingers, whispering to himself. You wait patiently and observe your surroundings.
This part of Japan was small, a small number of people were out and about around this area, a few of them staring at the fiend next to you on the daily basis during your daily patrols of this area.
Makima while back had given you and Beam this assignment of patrolling this area for any devil or fiend activity. So far there was nothing. All you both had documented was a few harsh storms that shook the town but that wasn't anything too abnormal.
Their judgmental stares didn’t bother Beam supposedly. It had been a month since you were assigned to these parts so you both were not new to these parts now, so you had no reason to whip your devil hunters badge at every person who bothered you.
You found this assignment quite useless since you and Beam's appearance was the only odd activity to the townsfolk.
The wind today was very dry and faint. Now that you pointed that out, the sky was quite greenish today too. Not the blue you’ve grown so accustomed to. An approaching cloud of debris also ushered closer, as if it were approaching these parts of town specifically. You shrugged it off as signs of one of those storms the townfolk stressed about.
Beam stopped counting. “I am older than you, Mistress!” he exclaimed.
You let out a raspy chuckle. Really? You initially found that hard-ass bricks to believe. Beam looked as if he was in his early twenties. In spite of that, fiends are just humans whose corpses were possessed by devils, so it’s understandable that Beam is reportedly older than you. Besides, why would he lie about it anyway?
You nodded, accepting his words as the truth. “Kay. When’s your birthday? We can celebrate it then if you remember,” you suggested offhandedly.
He scratched his hair. “I don’t know my very age or birthday, but I am very certain I’m older than you!” he said. You guess that’s fair.
“Mhm. My birthday was a little bit before I met you. It's coming up actually,” you murmured. Funny, that’s when you were made aware that you were partnering with a fiend. Initially, you were irritated at the idea, seeing it as foolishness. However, after your year with Beam, you think Makima was getting somewhere with her idea of fiends working with humans. You and Beam fought as a good pair, and yall results proved that. it’s just the cherry on top that you actually enjoy Beam’s company.
You suddenly come to a stop, Beam stops beside you. The weather was so dry and it exhausted you so you thought a little break from you and Beam's patrol of these parts wouldn’t be too troublesome. Leaning against the wall, you dig your hand into your pocket and remove the item residing inside. Beam stared at the sterling necklaces thingy in your hand.
“Oh right, I found this pendant thingy in some boxes when we cleaned the apartment,” you stated. The closed-shut silver pendent shimmered in your hand. Beam stood faithfully beside you, his dark hair blowing lightly with the breeze. Though it doesn’t bother him.
“What is a pendant, mistress?” he asked, looking down at the locket in your hand. You tried thinking of an efficient definition for your partner but only ended up sighing, it’s better to just show him.
“I don’t know how to dumb it down for ya,” you groaned while your hand flicked the pendant open, the pint-sized photo inside exposed. “But it has a picture of me in it. My brother gave it to me when we were kids. Honestly, I think he either found it or stole it from our mom. I just put this picture in though recently, the previous one was way outdated. It's a picture from when I was getting trained as a devil hunter.”
You handed it to him and he observed the picture of yourself from a few years back. Beam smiled brightly at the photo, holding it in a tight grip.
“Mistress! You look very lovely!”
“Hold onto it for me,” you said, ignoring his offhanded praise. “I’m getting all worried that I'll lose it with how windy it suddenly is,” you thought aloud, before looking at Beam staring at the photo.
You shook your head, rubbing something that flew into your eye from the wind that had picked up “I must be out of my mind to give it to you.”
Beam shimmered at your request. “I promise to keep your precious pendant safe, Mistress _____!!” he declared, squeezing the pendent shut in his fist.
You only waved him off dismissively and turned away. “Yeah yeah. I trust ya, Beam. Just try not to get it dirty then,” you nagged.
You and Beam leaned against that concrete wall in a pleasant silence. Beam mooned over the pendant you had trusted him with while you checked your pockets for a cigarette. Once your treasure was drugged out, you pulled a stick out and placed it in between your lips.
You sheltered the cigarette with your hand while the other held the metallic lighter. Right when you were going to light that sucker up, you noticed something. Something very quaint and startling. The wind had died down and the air had become possessed-still. You looked around, a chill slowly crawling up your spine. What's with the weather?
The wind has changed drastically in a matter of seconds, minutes, hours, hell, however long. Your teacher…used to tell you about this eerie feeling he’s felt. The feeling of silence and peace in a devil hunter's mind. The calmness before a storm, before their death.
"A...devil?" you wondered aloud.
And just then you and Beam concurrently wince violently at the boom. You drop your cigarette. An ear-splitting roar similar to a freight train assaults your ears and before either of you could comprehend what in the hell is happening; a vigorous blast of wind unanticipatedly blows past both you and Beam, rating, excoriating, and skinning your skin sharply like chalk to a chalkboard. The pain was excruciating.
Each speck of your body terribly throbbed, your clothing was torn left to right from the maleficent winds and your eyes were achingly shut, as if they were glued closed.
Your mind couldn’t recognize what was happening to even fully be aware of the pain. Things just went from zero to a billion times that. Your hair instantaneously felt like a wig being yanked out of your scalp, wildly being pulled in every sort of direction. Instantly your mind flew to Beam.
Where was he? Hell, where were you?
This…storm was bursting with health. It was close to sending you into the sky. You dug your foot further into the ground, your arms covered to protect your head. Your ripped clothing flew everywhere, whipping your scarred skin in the process. You gritted your teeth, eyes still shut.
A devil had to be the cause of this...of this tornado. A Tornado Devil? You had never heard of such a manifestation. But perhaps...that's why Makima sent you here. Why just you? You and Beam alone couldn't handle a devil manifestation. Unless...this was your destined death?
Where was Beam?
You didn't have time to think further as your heart pumped rapidly. Boldly, you expanded your other hand to your right, the place you last saw Beam, you just needed to feel him. Your ears disregarded the faded sounds of screams, crashing buildings, and flying cars.
Beam…was all that mattered. He was your priority.
You reach further, touching nothingness upon nothingness until the feeling of skinned flesh touches you. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes further, using all your strength to harshly pull and then push him through the door of the building you and him were previously leaning against. You faintly heard a crash…and no longer felt his touch.
Yet you felt relief.
Your legs buckle from the aggressive airstream and you fall onto the ground. The impact felt so much more painful with your already existing injuries. The wind did not stop, it never stopped. The madness around you did not end. And you felt a sense of calm, a sense of peace. Hell, you always knew you’d die, you didn’t know it’d feel so peaceful. You always thought death for you would be dreadful and lonely and mean nothing.
Though your partner is here with you to die. You don't want him to die though. He is the beauty behind this madness.
Before you knew it, your mind was hazy, your body was strengthless, and all you wanted to do at that moment was sleep as the horror tornado of the devil passed the town without a second glance or any pity.
Beams back ached and his throat felt like sandpaper. He opened his eyes to the sights around him. He’s in a convenience store, the place where you always bought your smoke sticks when he and you went on patrol in his area. The building was disheveled. The shelves were falling apart, barely standing, and a vast sound of snacks and drinks was spilled around what was left of the building. "What was that," he wondered.
All Beam recalled were him and his mistress taking a break from work and he was admiring the silver chain you had given him to protect. At this thought he lifted his arm up and opened his still balled up fist, to find the pended inside, his hands bloodied. He turned left and then right before forward, there was a broken door.
Beam stood up slowly but surely. He was pushed inside this building, seemingly by his mistress. Mistress… He couldn’t see you.
He limped his way out of the destroyed store, stepping on glass shards, and back into the outside world, where he found you in front of the building, on the ground, faintly breathing, gasping for more air.
“M-Mistress _____! Tis’ really bad…” he babbled, steering towards you.
You were in bad condition, even he can see that.
You chuckle, tears of bliss falling down your beaten face, wounded heart, and dulling eyes. Things really do go from zero to a billion in seconds. Hell, can’t say you predicted this would be the day you died, but you’re surprised at the cause of your death. However, Beams is here, holding your scuffed body, tail between his legs.
“Mistress _____! You are bleeding a lot. Y-You must stop that! Please stop bleeding…” he pleaded.
Beam’s here to see you off, the only person who matters in this fucking world. The only one who stuck around. The pain in your lower abdomen stung like a bitch, like having a cut on your finger and putting hands sanitizer on it, only plus about a billion. Can’t particularly put it on a scale of one to ten as you’re too accustomed to pain, but this did hurt like a crashing motherfucking truck.
Disregarding the blood seeping down your face, you spoke. “Beam…” you gasped. Never had you felt more vulnerable, never had you let yourself be vulnerable in front of anyone. Beam watched you breathe shallowly, and the blood seeped down your face.
The smell of your blood was intoxicating his mind, his cravings, and appetites, but also was tugging his heart, and also messing with his mind; confusing him. The blood soaking his hand wasn’t food, it was his mistress. His partner, his first buddy. How could he think about eating you when you’re like this?
He sobbed, squeezing the pendant in his hand, wishing his thoughts and cravings would stop. Beam couldn’t understand why he was feeling this way. He’s never felt this way before, this amount of anguish and terror. Though when you grab his face, your coarse palm filling up with his salty tears, it makes him so happy.
“You’ve given me so much joy, Beam. Consider this sacrifice…my thank you,” you said, not once breaking eye contact with him. Hell, wherever his eyes were, it didn’t matter, you just had this desire to stop those tears from coming from a place unknown and irrelevant to you.
Since when did drawing breath seem so painful? It’s like you were breathing in harsh waves of wind, the waves crashing against one another within your lungs. You turn your head to the side, the jagged concrete scraping the back of your head. Behind Beam's blurry face, was something so blue, so familiar: the sky.
The sky emptily stared down at you, and it spoke to you.
You rolled your head back to its previous position, eye to eye with your partner. He didn’t move from your touch, he stayed as still as a statue; embracing this moment of you embracing him.
“I don’t want you killing yourself over this or…whatever. I want you to learn so many things, and...to experience life before that. Don’t…worry Beam, when your time comes we’ll have so much to talk about.”
You smiled at him. If only he knew how many times he’s made you smile, you would never be able to thank him for that. Your last thought, your last idea: ‘I promise you’ll be taken care of…I made sure of that. Please see it for me, experience a wave of life for me, Beam.’
Your hand uncontrollably lets go of his face. The aloof limpness from your body felt unreal In his grasp. He bewilderedly stared at you.
”Mistress…”
Beam couldn’t understand, how could you just die? Why was it that easy? He shook his head, tears spilling with each shake.
“I-I don’t understand. I apologize for not understanding. Please come back now...” he begged, but with no response.
You never came back to him. Beam had lost you.
With time your words dissolved, and Beam stuck them to his heart, deciding that he’ll walk all around this earth, through the pits of hell until he comes back to you. He knew his mistress wouldn’t stay away from him if they had a choice. He’ll come back to you then, like the loyal servant he is, staying jovial till that day comes. Wishing that you’d be able to see the place that made you so happy.
Beam wished…he was at peace alongside you.
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