[When he looks back upon this time period, maybe Aki will have the wherewithal to recognize he was acting out in hopes of a reaction. Shoving food in his coat pocket and hurrying off without a word about where he was headed - surely his parents would stop him at the door with hands on hips and say, "And just where do you think you're going?" But every time he did, when he was fed up or buzzing with a feeling he couldn't quite describe, he would push open the front door and it would squeak on its hinges and he'd briefly look back, lock eyes with the back of his mother's head, hear the sound of his father passing between rooms. He'd slam the door behind himself and tell himself he heard the small echo of Taiyou's voice - "Mom, where's he going?"]
[But then their mother would probably say something like, "He's just getting some air." He could continue with those mental paper dolls for as long as he liked, talking back and forth. Worrying about Aki, dismissing concerns about Aki. But it's a pointless game he's sick of playing. Aki shoves his hands into his gloves and treks down the path barely dusted with snow.]
[He's more or less memorized the current route at this point. He's had to re-memorize it every time it changes, when suddenly an area gets patrolled a little more heavily or there are whispers about some kind of vagabond in the area. But Aki gets it - very smartly said that he learned in school that the forest creates one of the biggest industries in this area. Lumber, woodworking, replanting... He knows about all that stuff. So it makes sense that someone with a chainsaw devil would have all the work he has here - and it makes sense that, even with all that work, every now and then something just seems to happen that blows all the money away.]
Denji!
[He calls the name out as he gets close to the makeshift home, boots crunching through the layers of ice that have frozen over the top of the shallow snow. A wind gusts through and blows some of the finer crystals over his face from the low-leaning trees and he scrubs at his cheeks, banging a fist against the makeshift wooden lean-to door.]
I got you some Calorie Mate! It's the cheese kind!
[ Looking back on all that time chucked away at moving from place to place, maybe a more grown-up Denji will wonder what would have happened. If he'd stayed put. If things would have been different had he not bathed and splashed with Pochita in the rivers of Gunma, plowed his way through the azalea gardens of Niigata, trespassed the deeply forested shrines of Iwate. If he hadn't scrounged up his savings to cross the pond to Hokkaido on a ferry. Would he have been happier? Lonelier? Deader? Would the people around him been spared if he actually did what he should have, and paid his pound of flesh? Brokered his fate into a blood debt on someone else's balance sheet?
Or maybe a more grown-up Denji will have the wisdom to look back with the pained acceptance that none of it would have changed a thing. The logging industry in the northernmost region of the country would have been just as enticingly profitable. The winters, still as sharp as claws on his skin. He would have still opened the rattling door to let Aki in. ]
Oh, hell yeah! Get in here, shrimp.
[ It's not so hard building a life on the road when you've got a buddy to take care of and a reason to keep running away. After months of camping out in a battered tent and breathing through his mouth to avoid gagging on the scent of old brine clinging to its canvas walls (he's never diving through a fishmonger's dumpster again), it's not the snowfall that shepherds him into a dusty shed. Rather, a noisy pup who nags and tugs and paws at his pants leg until he finally relents to taking shelter in an abandoned woodshed. And he's not talking about his devil companion.
The Denji who rushes to shut out the whipping gales behind the bundled boy, turning with a hollow-cheeked grin, is neither too young or too old. Definitely too skinny, though. Not that a kid would be able to tell the difference. A high-pitched arf comes from a little nest of blankets and pillows strewn in one corner, close to where a propane heater is unevenly keeping the structure warm. The devil hops up on his hind legs, tail a'wagging.
He dusts at Aki's shoulder as he leads him into taking a seat, cleaning away the pale specks salting his overcoat. Doesn't really have to, since all that will be melting away soon enough. ]
Me n' Pochita haven't had breakfast or lunch yet, so ya got here right on time. You eat anything yet? There's 'nuff to split three-ways.
[Being in this place is completely different from being at home, or even at school. In here, Aki feels like he's on level footing. Denji is open and honest with him and - maybe most importantly - listens to what he says. He'll wrap a scarf around his neck before they go outside, or agree to take care of any injuries he gets instead of slapping a bandage over them and calling it a day. But he'll also listen to Aki talk about what he learned in science class that day, or his complaints about his little brother saying how bug devils are the most dangerous kind, donchaknow, and how he's just such a total idiot. Aki plops himself down on his usual seat, a wooden stool they found at some point with one leg a little shorter than the other three, then digs into his pockets to find the packaged food.]
You didn't eat at all? I thought you said you'd go to the convenience store last night... [When he'd mentioned a lack of food in his home, Aki had nagged him to at least get a loaf of bread from the mart before he went to sleep. But money matters is probably the one thing Denji never listens to him about. Aki frowns as he tugs out the bars and offers them out to Denji.] I don't want any, I brought them for you two. Someone in my class said that dogs can't have chocolate, because it makes them sick, so I thought Pochita might be the same... [But now that he's voicing it, he realizes how silly that is. Pochita's a devil, not a dog, and devils eat all sorts of things.] ...but I can get a chocolate one next time, if you want.
[He waits for Pochita to come a little closer before setting a hand on his head, scratching behind where he's always imagined his ears would be. Patting him gently on the side to coax him toward Denji and the snacks, he leans forward in his seat and sets both hands on his knees.]
I'll bet you could still enroll in school without an address, and then you could come just for the lunches, and the high school is in the same complex as my school, you know? [The idea of Denji attending school is a little alien to him, and yeah, he doesn't actually know how old Denji is, but surely he can go to school, right? Aki seems pretty convinced of this idea as he speaks, but just like with the dog comment, a sense of doubt clouds his expression soon enough and he mutters,] I dunno what kind of lunch you get as a high schooler, though...
[ Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Denji grabs the uneven peg just as Aki nests himself on the seat of the stool, ensuring it's balanced upright before guiding its drop to the floor. Only then does he happily retrieve the energy bars, not offering back a reason for why he missed out on his buying groceries run the day before. It's simpler to tune along to what the boy has to say, brows raising lightly at the bit about the chocolate (he does kind of want to try it with Pochita), rather than explain that he got chased out of the store for being accused of stealing a cheese curry bun. A kid like Aki doesn't need to know that.
And, anyway, the things he tells him are way more entertaining than a run-of-the-mill story like that. ]
Yeah, you can count me out. I think I'd still need a real grown-up to get let in and do all the boring paperwork stuff. [ Maintaining a neutral tone, he shrugs, oh well, and focuses on breaking open the wrapper to one of the bars, pulling the plastic back all the way. ] When ya get to high school, you'll just hafta lemme know how it is. How much you wanna bet it's probably nothing nearly as good as the food you get me?
[ — said with a flash of a grin as he wags the peeled snack at him, setting it on the floor between them, prompting Pochita's interest away from Aki's shoelaces. He wouldn't really know for sure that it wouldn't live up to salted chalkiness of a Calorie Mate, obviously. But watching devil dog currently pressing his snout to the cheese bar, breathing noisily as he investigates it, he knows that he wouldn't be able to bring his companion with him. So it's a no-go.
…Even if the idea of being in the same school district as Aki, getting to go on walks, meeting up with him after class ends — even if all of that sounds like fun. ]
Say, actually — what're the school lunches like for you right now? You sure you don't wanna share some of this? [ Denji's working on opening up the last energy bar as they speak. ] You'll never grow up big and strong without some meat on those bones!
[ A case of the pot calling the kettle black. In his eye patch and the awkward drape of his oversized clothes, Denji, himself, is pretty scrawny and tattered-looking. Still, Aki's younger than him. It's Denji's job to nag a little. ]
[There's a brief look of disappointment clouding Aki's expression at how quickly Denji denies the idea of him going to school, but he has no argument for his reasoning. He doesn't know how you do anything without parents, to be honest, even as someone who doesn't depend on his own. Even though he comes here without them knowing, and even though they're usually spending all their time with Taiyou anyway, Aki still depends on them to feed him, to buy him clothes, to light the fire in the fireplace when it's cold... He doesn't like it, but he has to admit, it does make his life easy. How often is he ever thinking about how he's going to find something to eat, after all?]
[Now, maybe. When he's thinking of if he can sneak something to Denji, like he's done today. But he looks a little confused - and maybe slightly offended - at the idea he's not already growing big and strong.]
I have lunch duty all this week, you know. Today we had croquettes and salad and miso soup, and rice... And yesterday we had curry with beef and carrots and potatoes and onions, and rice... and on Monday, we had corn soup and stir-fried vegetables and tofu... and rice.
[Come to think of it, he's never seen Denji eat rice with his meals - if moments like this can be called meals. Does he just not need it...? He's way scrawnier than Aki, but he does all that physical work, so... Maybe that's just how it is when you grow up. He has no idea. But he also doesn't know anyone older than him who looks or acts like Denji.]
Don't you ever eat rice?
[He kind of blurts it out, like it's been bothering him.]
Or drink soup, or... [He trails off, in the way someone with more social grace would if they realized they were being rude. But Aki isn't old enough for that.] Don't you get tired, if you don't eat a whole meal?
[ It's so fun listening to Aki, he doesn't notice when he's said something to dismay him. He likes that his stories give him a distraction, food for thought. Ideas to focus on that have nothing to do with the fact that his protein bar has gone too quick, yet his insides still grumble and cramp for more.
Though he's got a handful of years over him, the life Aki leads is vastly different from anything Denji's ever encountered, full of copious meals he's never tried, let alone heard of — seriously, what's a croquette? This lunch duty thing is new to him, too, but it already sounds like just about the best gig in the world next to swiping Pochita's head down the curve of a tree trunk, or opening up the fuzzy belly of a Soybean Devil. And come time for his own lunch, the lint pilling inside his pockets comes nowhere near to the full set of vegetables, meat, and grains that Aki's fed. Sometimes if he can scrounge food together through other means, it'll taste half-edible, which, in his book, qualifies as half-decent. None of the dumpsters he'll harvest some of his meals from constitute as reliable source for steaming, homemade rice, though.
Good thing that doesn't bother him, and neither do Aki's questions about his diet. Pochita hops over Denji's shins as he lazily spills his legs out in front of him, nestling down in a spot between his ankles. He tilts one eye up at Aki, a teasing pull to the corners of his mouth. ]
Ohhh, I get it… You're worried about me. Well, don't let it keep ya up at night. I've had loads of rice and soup before in my lifetime!
[ …Just not recently in the past few years. A while back, in one of his last towns, he managed to nab a spot within an established camp that sometimes received the good charity of local volunteer groups. Every so often, they'd come by disseminating a ton of free stuff and free food. Were it not for a couple brush-ups with the law forcing them all to disperse, he probably would have stayed there longer. But that's neither here nor there. ]
Sometimes rice in soup. Sounds crazy, right?
[ He snickers, lowering his gaze, a hand plunging into the wild brush of Pochita's fur. ]
You'll get it later — being tired's just what it's like to get taller and have more adult-y stuff to do. [ Not that Denji is a shining example of puberty or anything. ] Bright side is I can basically nap whenever, wherever I want. I couldn't do that if I was cooped up in class.
[Briefly, but not so briefly that it's not easy to see, Aki's eyes widen at the remark that he's worried about Denji. That he acknowledged it, that he brushed it off so easily, that it's true... He doesn't know why it sends a shock through him, an intense heat burning his face, but it's true. The undeniable fact that he thinks about Denji during the day, when he's eating croquettes at lunch or finishing the last bit of mushroom soup after dinner. When he's watching cartoons while his parents look over their dayplanners to schedule Taiyou's next doctor's appointment and tries to tune out the arguments that always come with that discussion. When he's alone in his room before bed, scooting his way under the covers... Denji always comes to mind in those moments.]
["Is he hungry, right now? Does he ever get upset like that? Is he cold, too?" Those kinds of questions roll around in his mind as he wipes a drip of soup from his cheek and his mother passes him a napkin, scolding him for using his sleeve. Yet every time he mentions anything like that, Denji acts like he's being silly. That, sure, he gets hungry, but so does Aki, right? Everyone gets hungry, and cold, and tired. It's not a big deal.]
[He shifts in his seat, the uneven stool wobbling just a little as he does.]
Does that mean you like it like this?
[The one difference between Denji and the other grown ups in Aki's life is that Denji is never upset. He never complains at him, never scolds him or chastises him. He never seems sad with where he is or what he's doing. No matter what Aki brings to his home, wherever it may be, he greets him with excitement and joy. Does that mean he's living a better life, or does it mean he's easy to please?]
[He looks down at Pochita, licking his paws as he perches laid across Denji's legs. The position can't be that comfortable, but he seems to be at peace. He always does. Is it because they have each other...? Does their connection mean that they can stay happy no matter what?]
Working, and not going to school, and soupy rice... Is that kind of stuff really okay for you?
You sure think a bunch. But guess that's why you got such good grades on your last report card.
[ There's still a little smile at his lips colored with amusement, and perhaps even some admiration. Not meaning to dissuade the questioning, exactly, but trying to defuse some of the worry pinching the younger boy's expression. Liking his lifestyle or being okay about it — sure, he'll get the infrequent sense that his situation is different from others, and that maybe he'd enjoy experiencing more of the finer things the world has to offer, if he had the chance. A television set to watch shows on and play games through, a doctor to tell him why sometimes he'll get chest pains. A mattress with fitted sheets, a pillow inside a pillowcase. More money. Any one of those would be real neat to get his hands on.
But whether his life's any better or worse relative to someone else just because they aren't within reach yet…?
Denji's gaze skirts across the snug jacket zipped all the way to Aki's chin. His hat, mitts, the perfect bunny ears knotting the laces of his boots. ]
…Nope, never thought about it. [ He reaches over to scoop up to leftover crumbs Pochita left behind from his meal, tossing the bits into his mouth. ] You sure you like everything about your place back home? Waking up early to get to class, and lunch duty, and doing homework…
[ The words are gently prodding, hardly carrying any weight at all. It's something he only brings up because sometimes Aki doesn't look too happy at all. Sometimes he can see how he might look years down the lines when he's older reflected in the worry lines pinching his brow. ]
I like it when you come visit me. [ If that's worth any salt. ] And you tell me 'bout cool new games we can play, or you teach Pochita tricks — oh, oh, did I tell ya? He's actually starting to remember how to play dead!
[It's not a serious dig in any sense of the word, but as Denji points out all the things Aki doesn't like doing - getting up early, classroom duties, homework - he can't help but think, Denji never has to do anything he doesn't like.]
[Which isn't quite true, and he kind of knows that. He knows Denji has to do shitty things. But Denji never seems to mind doing shitty things. Aki can tell when he's tired or when he's gotten hurt, and in the beginning he thought he was putting up some front, trying to seem cool. But after awhile and enough needling from Aki telling him to take care of himself and whatnot, the truth came to light: that Denji can simply deal with those things with a smile on his face.]
[Which Aki can't really do. Sure, he has good grades. He's got friends. And sometimes he even likes what he learns about in school. But most days he's thinking about Denji. Wondering what he's up to, and if he's thinking about him, too. And now, not for the first time, he wonders if he could live a life like that, too.]
...'Course he learns the play-dead one before the high five. [Said jokingly as he nudges at Pochita's wire tail with the toe of his boot.] I don't mind going to school most of the time. But...
[He pauses, holding it in for a moment. Considering what he's about to say.]
...but every time I go home, it's always the same. [He keeps nudging his tail, pushing it along the ground like a piece of rope.] You get to do new stuff all the time... And moving sucks, I know, but you're always... doing new things, and seeing new stuff... Sometimes I wish I had something to... surprise me, or for something interesting to happen... You know?
[It's kind of embarrassing, talking about feelings like this. He's not used to it at all, obvious by how stilted his words are and how he keeps his eyes down on the devil dog. Easier than facing he might say something worth being scolded for. God knows he's been scolded for it enough at home.]
[ Pochita's head swirls around to watch the slinking boot, the relaxed swish of his tail momentarily stalling, seemingly distracted by the movement inching along the floor. It's cute, of course. And despite how challenging it is for the stubby-footed devil to maintain a balance and high-five anyone, his buddy is the best thing ever. But something like this — is this really a component of what Aki finds so interesting about his life? ]
Yeah. I getcha. Even if there're a bunch'a guys around, it feels like they're all just passing by you or doin' their own thing. It's boring.
[ Denji glances out the icy window, at the clouded outline of mountainous peaks in the distance. Where he's pigeoned himself is largely hidden within a crowded thicket of trees, but the view beyond that… Well, it wouldn't be too hard to chalk his feelings to the growing pains of living on the countryside; all those sprawling plots of land separating one house from the next. The nearest shopping district, probably a whole town over. Nothing to do during the colder months aside from watch the snow build and melt and then build itself back up again. It gets to a kid.
Except in the short time he's known him, he can't shake the intuition that there's more to the story. More to it than boredom. If things aren't any fun at home, is that why he's always trudging over to visit Denji? He'll eat his words if Aki tells him otherwise, but…
He nudges his socked toes into the side of Aki's shoe, wiggling them at him. ]
Aki, y'busy right now? Whaddaya think about makin' interesting things happen right here?
[ It's then Denji crawls toward the back of the shed, assorted machine parts and tools rolling out from his furious digging. It isn't until he roughly tugs at something that he falls backward on his ass, head nearly ramming into Aki's stool. The contraption half-toppled on top of him, harnesses already attached to the bow of the thing, looks to be — ]
Look! Look! Brought this baby home the other day. You ever heard of a dog sled?
[Passing by - That's exactly what it is. Like a snowdrift, Aki feels more tossed around by the wind and people's footprints than anything he, himself, can do. He can't cause an avalance, go somewhere new, melt and turn into a stream... No, he's frozen in place and stuck there. Denji, meanwhile...]
[He looks up when he speaks again, clearly intrigued by whatever it is he wants to show off. Aki watches with obvious interest as Denji digs through his things and even has to dodge the incoming arc of a wadded-up newspaper at one point. He nearly jumps up when he finally rolls backwards, clutching something. Something he's definitely seen before - But only in the movies.]
Yeah! I know - You really think Pochita can pull that?!
[Either way he's on his feet in an instant, the worries and anxieties and unhappiness plaguing him not one moment ago well and forgotten by the excitement of something new. He helps to free the rest of the sled and then works to get the harness attached to Pochita's round little bean of a body, eventually hurrying outside to see if they can attach it better out there.]
[It's funny, he thinks - Pochita is the whole reason he even knows Denji. If not for this devil, he never would have even stopped that day. It would have been any other Friday afternoon, coming home from school and making no stops on his commute. Point A to point B. Not for lack of desire, but for lack of courage. But that day, the strange sight of something orange gave him pause. And what if he'd stopped walking...?]
[It had been sunny that day, but nearer sunset clouds had rolled in, darkening the sky further. Which Aki wasn't afraid of or bothered by like other kids - so he took his time coming home, walking the usual path, no fears or worries at all. Thinking about what he'd do when he got home - I'll finish my math homework, then I can watch some TV, then it'll be dinner time, and Mom'll ask if I finished my homework yet and I'll say no, and I can finish the rest in the living room, 'cause Taiyou will be in the tub by then, so it'll all be fine. No one'll bother me. It'll be fine.]
[Someone in his class had talked about doing their homework with their siblings every night and how that made them ready for the next grade. That they already knew things like algebra and circumference. Not that Aki cared. If Taiyou asked him for that kind of help, he'd tell him to shove off. He wouldn't waste his time. And then Taiyou'd cry and complain and snivel at him, just like that. Like that noise, just then. ...What noise?]
[Aki came to a slow stop, the sight before him causing his eyes to go wide. On the path in front of him was an orange - dog. No, not a dog, a cat? No, cats don't have chainsaws for heads. But it had eyes, though - Wait -]
A devil?
[He'd never seen one before, their very presence a known concern but alien, like a house fire or a robbery. A threat, but only one you saw in movies and on TV. This one... This one wasn't scary at all. It was small, short, pudgy. Orange. And had a chainsaw for a nose. And on top of all that, it was crying.]
[Better judgment would tell him to stay away, that devils are dangerous no matter how they look. And sure, Aki knew that. Just like how you don't get in a stranger's car or take candy from someone you don't know, you don't approach devils or feel bad for them. But how could he do anything but those things with this... blob in front of him, pouring fat, salty tears down on the ground? His little head seemed to be turning this way and that, the metal of the chainsaw reflecting the setting sun as he wobbled around in search of something. And when his eyes landed on Aki he jolted a little, mouth opening, tongue dropping out. Then he panted once, and - barked.]
Whoa, he barked...
[He? He had no idea, but maybe it was a boy. Aki moved a little closer and the devil shrunk back, moving off the road and toward the copse of trees beyond the walking path. Aki stopped and the devil stopped, like a game of red-light-green-light. The two stared at one another until the devil broke eye contact, looking around again. Searching.]
[Aki squatted down, holding his hand out. The devil didn't approach him.] Are you lost? [No response - Actually, could devils even talk, or was that another movie-and-TV-only thing? Maybe they just had them talk so they would seem scarier.] I'm from here, so I know my way around, and who lives where... Are you looking for someone? [The realization came delayed, but the devil barked again, immediate, like a response. So maybe they can talk, he thought, but decided not to push it.] I'll help you out. C'mere. [And he motioned with his hand again, coaxing the devil forward. But again it didn't move, still seeming anxious. But still looking around nonetheless.]
[Aki frowned, standing upright and looking around, too. He didn't have too much height on the devil, but it was something, right? What would a devil be looking for, anyway? Or better yet, who? As he looked around and as the devil slowly crawled from the bushes, shaking himself off, he wondered if maybe, perhaps, a devil would only really have reason to look for another devil. That it was searching for another little bean dog with a powertool for a nose. Or maybe a parent - a grown-up powertool dog, way bigger and way scarier. Maybe it was like an angler fish, like they learned about in school, with a pretty light to attract prey and then the real trouble munching that prey down when they got too close.]
[...Maybe he should have left the devil dog alone. But every time he looked at the little guy and saw the way his eyes glistened with anxious tears, he couldn't possibly imagine any of that being true.]
[ Hokkaido was the next natural pit stop for Denji.
Logging had never been his main source of income, but it was steady money. Pocket change. The industry remained a vital part of what kept his wallet from looking as flat as a pancake. So when some hoity-toity regional manager for the company he frequently contracted with came scouting for new muscle to relocate to a wonderland of lush forests up north, his ears perked. When he threw out a fun fact about their boiled crab legs having some of the juiciest, firmest, melt-in-your-mouth meat imaginable, Denji made for the door. Had to be talked down from shoving his chainsaw buddy in a bag and buying a ferry ticket within the next day. He still left within the week. Didn't even notify his supervisor because his head was already crammed full of clandestine rivers and mountain peaks and hot springs full of scantily-toweled women. There was never any turning back.
With Pochita merrily trotting behind him like a mascot companion straight out of a cartoon, they spent the first few hours getting a sense of the town. Which, from what he could understand, appeared awfully small and insubstantial relative to the farmland surrounding it. There were different types of irrigation canals here and there. Whatever. The flower fields were pretty, though; that part, Denji liked. He picked a couple of purplish ones along the way, paying little attention to the farmers yelling at him for some reason.
All in all, the sheer expanse of Hokkaido had its own appeal for a certain collective. He would get used to it like anywhere else, he knew that, but…
It's just something about it here felt like a shovel breaking ground, uprooting his memories of a different place. One he ran away from long ago. All that open space. Nowhere to hide. Like the sun could grow a pupil at any moment and blink its blazing eye down at him, casting judgment. The countryside never failed to make him feel exposed, caught at the scene of the crime tampering with a life he shouldn't have — it was as those thoughts began to seed and fester in the back of his mind that he decided it was time to set up his tent.
But first he needed to find one. The trip to town was brief. He was lucky to hit the jackpot foraging through that fishery's garbage bags. Even managed to score a few things he could grill for dinner.
Usually, Denji would turn to his buddy to celebrate that day's haul. If he had, he would have noticed Pochita's absence. Thinking back, he was probably rushing it.
He was tired, could feel the grime of a day's travel etched into every inch and pore of his skin, and he figured Pochita was feeling much of the same way, just in devil terms. It'd be better to launch straight into selecting a campsite, he decided. If they pitched it up before dark, they could get acclimated, have a snooze, then wake up in the morning refreshed and ready to stuff their faces with the seafood Hokkaido was supposedly famous for. That was his thought process, and that's why, without sparing a thought to how Pochita's panting and snuffling had faded far into the background, he set out of town to the nearest clearing he could find.
It took him longer than anticipated to locate level enough land near a water source. The stream was a little dry, but it just needed a little rain to eventually give it some real body. As the last pole snagged into place, Denji stepped back to appreciate his handiwork in full. Yeah, this would do. ]
Whatcha think, Pochita? There's room for both of us to kick our feet out!
[ Nothing barked back at him.
He looked down, spun around, tore open the flap into the tent. More nothing.
He walked the perimeter of their camp, picking apart the brush and debris he'd knocked aside to clear the area, making a full loop without reuniting with his buddy. ]
Oh, shit, oh, crap — Pochita?! Where'd ya go?
[ Standing in the middle of the campsite, Denji blew one last lilting whistle, hoping it'd call Pochita forth, but when nothing came from it, he anxiously stared overhead. Though the sky was beginning to blear into a deeper, darker shade, and his shadow had started to stretch like a pinched back elastic, there was still sunlight. He could still expand his search.
When was the last time Denji saw him? How long ago had that been? They arrived a little ways into the afternoon, so that must have been… Augh, the details just wouldn't emerge. He wanted so badly to just beat at his head. How could he be so stupid? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Similar questions and thoughts and castigations sped about in his mind as he lurched down a path he barely remembered. He hadn't been there long enough to internalize the lay of the land, so every turn was a guess, every call of his name tossed in a random direction. His breaths came out shallow past the tight clench of his throat as he stumbled out from the trees into an empty road, twigs and leaves poking out from his hair. ]
[Aki had started to follow it, the little thing looking at him every now and again with an expression he couldn't quite parse. The beast never growled at him but occasionally let out little barks as it looked around as if calling out. Again, for what, Aki didn't know. Given how long he had been following it without a huge mama-devil appearing to scarf him down, he was less fearful of that being the case. Instead, he found himself talking aloud to the little guy. Dogs like being talked to, right?]
I've never seen a devil in real life. Sometimes we hear about them on TV. But it's only about devils that get beat up and killed, or it's about how to protect yourself in a devil attack... They never talk about a devil who's looking for something, though.
[The devil looked back at him again, the tears in its eyes gone but the anxiety still clearly present. It let out a little whine and Aki stepped a little closer, picking up the pace to get beside the creature. As he did, an idea struck him.]
What if I lift you up? Maybe you can see better. Can I pick you up?
[He still didn't know if the devil could understand him but it gave an excited yip, the little cord of a tail wagging as it came to a stop. Aki leaned down to pick it up, grasping it under its stubby arms and hoisting it into the air. As if on cue, the devil began looking around their surroundings - just as a figure appeared suddenly down the road.]
["...chita!" Aki heard, and he lowered the devil in surprise as it then began wriggling violently in his arms. He released his grip in surprise and the orange bean dropped to the ground, rolling once before taking off in a sprint down the road.]
Hey, wait! [He rushed after him for a short stride before skidding to a halt, his idea from before coming to him - It looked like a human, sure, but what had they talked about in school? "Sometimes devils can look just like you and me. It's always good to be cautious around anyone who's behaving strangely."]
[Walking around in the woods, jumping out suddenly, a devil rushing toward you... Those are pretty strange behaviors, he's sure could be argued. Aki stood where he was, trying to take in the figure down the road that the strange puppy-like devil went running straight for, excitedly yipping and barking and wagging its tail just like a dog excited to see its owner.]
["Just like you and me." So could devils be friendly, just like humans, too...?]
[ Panic swarmed in his throat. That was always where it struck first, immobilizing his ability to speak or think clearly, a thousand wriggling emotions clenched in that squeak hole where words should be; whatever the most basic of human functions were, fear took it like a fast-acting venom spearing through his veins. As it always tended to. Regardless, he ran. Madly, blindly, he whipped around, tore through the dense growth and let it tear through him, a debt being repaid. Red sprung from the scratches littering his skin from his careless searching. He continued, anyway. His environment, as beautifully verdant as it was initially, had turned into an expansive obstacle he needed to ruthlessly trample down.
That was how he tried to think of it, flying from the road straight into a field, then another one: This was something that needed to be done. Beet leaves were squashed down underfoot. He kicked down corn stalks. But Denji's best efforts to find his friend only served to confuse him more, spun him about as an infinite turntable would, and sent him off-course. He was lost. He was probably going the wrong way. Wait, was that a bark?
Denji dove backwards, started to reverse out from the farmland, then hesitated — was he just imagining things? The doubts that hurtled in his brain made the dreadful ringing in his ears worse, and his chest pumped harder than he knew it was allowed to. He couldn't do anything about it. Couldn't do anything, except lose his mind and trip on the exit wound it left behind.
Speaking of. That moment of doubt did no favors for Denji. Waffling, he shifted his footing back — and then immediately tilted, his heel sunk deep into a soft section of soil. Ankle bent, he flopped from there, creating a depression in the ground. ]
Urk… Damn it…
[ He laid there, fingers twitching in the dirt. Feeling defeated. But then he heard it again, an anxious sound like a yelp or a whine accompanied by a desperate digging at the back of his foot. Slowly, his face raised, dark and smudged and hot with big, endlessly sloping tears. ]
P-Pochi…
[ Leaving the rest of his name unsaid, he shot up, arms tightened around the small devil with a sob, smothering his hiccups inside the comforting pull of Pochita's fur. Finally, Denji felt all his relief crashing in on him. It was a feeling so overwhelming, he scarcely noticed anything else. Not even a pair of tentative steps approaching. ]
[As if to assuage his concerns, the human-shaped figure fell straight onto his back and Aki blanched.]
[What the heck, he thought to himself. Then, Is he crying?]
[The figure rose so suddenly and wrapped his arms around the devil, crying and sobbing openly in a way that Aki was sure anyone else would be too ashamed for. The shock of the sudden movement following such a violent tumble was erased with a new source of surprise. Had he ever seen someone be so openly emotional like this? Yes, just one person: His little brother, Taiyou.]
[This person was definitely older than Taiyou, however.]
[Usually with Taiyou he has to capitulate in some way, agree to whatever he's begging for in order to make it stop. Because, if he's honest, it's usually something Aki is trying to hold onto for himself. Not sharing, telling him to go away, to leave him alone. Refusing to change the channel like he said he would when his favorite show starts. Taiyou would start tearing up or outright crying and Aki would have to capitulate to his stupid demands. Quickly, too, so no one would come over to see what all the fuss is about and scold him for being selfish.]
[Because of that, he realized, Aki didn't know how to stop someone's crying when it's not his fault.]
Um.
[He was a few steps away when he spoke up, if it could be called that. He wasn't really sure what to say. Stranger danger, and all that, is something he was keenly aware of, but this stranger seemed to be the furthest thing from danger. More pitiful than anything. Just like his brother. Did that make him less or more scary?]
He breathed like he couldn't, ejected tears just for the droplets to pour right back into his wailing mouth; when he gasped for air between sobs, his lungs rattled awfully, unable or unwilling to let oxygen in for him, he couldn't say. For the way he was crying, someone might have thought he wounded himself — and in a manner of speaking, maybe he was wounded. His own body knew he had to be punished, knew it had to inflict something on him, so why not this guilt? Why not this hot torsion in his chest rubbing in how he'd done something so terrible to someone he loved so dearly? ]
SorrysorrysorryI'msorry — hic — ah? [ He stopped rocking. He did not stop sniveling. ] …chita, didja say somethin'?
[ His gaze hoisted up from the bundle of breathing fur, and with it came away the mottled face of a teenage boy, sticky and flushed, a string of snot still stretched between his leaking nose and Pochita's head. The devil in question whimpered, staring up at him with — some emotion Denji couldn't discern. Nonetheless, he wriggled restlessly in his arms, paws propped on Denji's chest to stand and lap at his wet chin.
That's a no, then. Denji's gaze listlessly traveled upward, landing on the wary young boy standing on the raised road. At least he looked young. Younger than him. Cheeks a little chubby, like he goes home to meals already set on the table. ]
You know him? [ It seemed to him that the two had come from the same direction, so, first, he looked to Pochita to vouch for their foreign company. From him, came a prompt, Arf!
In an instant, his expression visibly softened. He took a moment to stroke the devil dog's head. Slightly inclining his face, Denji regarded the boy once more. Okay. ]
[This wasn't a grown-up. Wasn't someone who was too much older than him, probably. Skinny, bony, missing an eye - But there were people like that in the world, so that wasn't scary or anything. No, what scared him was how openly he cried.]
[Older kids weren't supposed to do that. Aki never saw people from the high school in town crying or wiping their noses. Sometimes, in movies, adults would cry or be emotional. In anime, people cried all the time. But none of that was real life. So why was this person crying so easily?]
[At first he thought he was speaking to him, and Aki opened his mouth to respond - No, he doesn't know that devil from Adam. But immediately it was clear that he was talking to the devil, itself. That he was right. It can understand people. Briefly a welling of pride ballooned inside (he got something right!) but it extinguished quickly enough when that wet, snotting face turned back toward him.]
...Um, yeah.
[He kind of didn't believe him about being peachy. Suddenly realizing something, Aki slid a shoulder free from his randoseru and pulled it around, undoing the clasp and pulling it open to dig around inside until he found what he wanted. He held out the located powder blue handkerchief, lacking any kind of design but made of soft cotton.]
That devil was on the road over there, back there, and he was looking for something. And I'm from here so I was showing him around.
[Like a tour guide or something. He hoisted his backpack back around and again offered out the hanky.]
[ Pochita gently bit at his sleeve, pulled, as if to usher him to take the offering — that alone vouched for the kid's story. Not that he truly doubted him, anyway. The proof was in the pudding: there was Pochita right in front him, where he wasn't before. Which meant there were dues to be repaid.
Denji sniffled again. Tugged his arm free from the devil to scrub his water well of an eye, then wiped his nose, then with thee same hand rummaged in his pocket to pull something out. After accepting the handkerchief, that something was revealed to be several wadded up money notes and a couple of coins dropped into the young boy's palm. 5,605 yen in total. It seriously hurt to relinquish. But what was no small fare for Denji always seemed to be the price for a fair exchange. He'll have to figure something special out for Pochita later, too. ]
Yeah, we're friends. The best of besties. [ Bringing the hanky up to his face, he blew his nose twice in a row to no real fruit. His nose still felt congested no matter what. ] So thanks.
[ The devil nuzzled his cheek against Denji's folded knuckles, prompting him to brush at the fur around his snout. It was soothing for him. ]
Ah, if that ain't enough, can ya put it on my tab? I can get more cash later. I just needa get settled in 'fore I start workin'. I'm really not tryin' to scam you or nothin'.
[When he doesn't accept the handkerchief at first and just rubs at his face with his hands and sleeve, then even reaches into his pocket... Aki figured he was rejecting it, turning down the offer, and his hand lowered slowly. Uncertain. Then, suddenly, it was taken anyway and in return was placed more money than anyone had ever given him before.]
Uh... huh?
[Even more uncertain. Aki stared down at the money in his palm, sticky with mucus and tears. Mentally adding up the bills and coins - This is enough for... for a whole month's worth of curry bread at the convenience store. And he's handing it to him?]
Wait, huh?
[Because now this didn't feel right. Why was he being paid...? Still with his hand held out, unwilling to accept the money, Aki shook his head twice.]
I don't - want any money.
[Which was true. He didn't really want for money. He was comfortable, got an allowance, could easily ask for a few coins to get curry bread if he wanted to. Even if this guy was rich (...doubtful), taking money for doing a deed like this felt scummy.]
I was just helping... 'Cause he looked so sad. He was crying. I've never seen a devil crying.
[He shook the hand holding the money, offering it back out.]
Here, take it back. Um, you can keep that, too. [The handkerchief. He kind of didn't want it back now.]
[ The second the boy refuses the money, pushes it back to Denji, his hand swiftly sweeps over his open palm, reclaiming them — all but snatches the items out of his hand, honestly. He's not going to argue with someone who doesn't know a gift horse from an ass horse. This was was the only amount of cash he had left on him after paying out his savings just to travel out there, so back into the relativee security of his pocket they go.
Pinching the hanky around his nostrils to squeeze out what excess mucus he could, Denji turns his eye back to Pochita. The effect on his voice is a distorted, hopelessly clogged inflection. ]
…You were scared, eh? I know. Me too. [ He sets the (ruined) rag down on his lap, smothering a hand over the top of the devil's head again, the short strands of fur where he rubbed him swept up unevenly from the rest of his coat. ] It'll never happen again. I promise.
[ He just has to get acclimated. Moving from one place to the next always sets him on edge — it's a different headspace to be in, and he's certainly not much of a logistics guy. ]
Hey, so whaddaya want then? [ Still petting Pochita, Denji finally addresses the boy without glancing back at him. ] For bein' a good smearitan. This is your last chance to ask for a reward before the two of us jet. Just name the first thing that pops in that bitty head of yours.
[He wanted to ask questions. What happened? How did you guys get separated? How did you meet? Why are you friends with a devil? Does he eat people? The older boy told him to name the first thing that popped into his head but that would mean there was nothing there to begin with. Unfortunately, his mind was filled with things he wanted - and none of it was anything this random person could give him.]
[After a long moment, he mumbled,] It's Samaritan.
[He spoke up with what he asked next, though.]
Can I touch him?
[Because, really, when else would he get a chance to go to school and tell everyone that he got to touch a devil? That it barked like a dog and was crying, had a chainsaw stuck in his head and a tail like the starter cord? Squatting down from his position, he got to an even level with the other boy, the side of his bag dropping to the ground.]
I never saw a devil before. I thought they were bigger.
[And, hesitant in case his one request is denied, he reached out his hand, eager to try petting the back of the devil's body and feel that soft fur once more.]
[ What was the thing he said? Samir…ertan? Somehow that sounded no less wrong than his first attempt.
It was as Denji pondered life's deepest questions that he clocked movement skirting the edge of his field of vision, his focus sharpened on the boy the instant his fingers twitched toward his companion. Thankfully, he was quick to recognize his own force of habit before reaching for violence. He leaned back, allowing the devil to scoot off of him and investigate the little sausages wiggling in his direction. ]
Aren't you low maintenance… Oi, [ he called to him, staring for a moment. Clearly, sizing him up. ] Have some manners and introduce yourself first. Maybe he'll even letcha hold him. See, this little guy's name is Pochita. Po-chi-ta. I named him myself, so you should use it.
[ Failing to acknowledge that he, himself, remained nameless, Denji gave a light pat to Pochita's bum. ]
You'd be surprised, y'know. There're littler devils than Pochita out there. Don't live long, though, 'specially out in the big cities. Most stay in hidin' in the boonies where we're at 'cause they're wimpy.
[Actually, Aki already knew the devil was called Pochita. He heard the guy screaming it a few minutes ago. His fingers flinched back when met with the dour tone, the way the blond, older boy sized him up like he was a stray dog taking in the scent of a domesticated pet - but once given the go-ahead following an introduction, Aki squatted down further to sit on his knees.]
My name's Aki. [Stranger danger was still at least kind of in effect - he's not supposed to tell people his whole name, he knew that much. But even thinking that he's doing the right thing, he still reached out eagerly to rub his hand down the side of the devil's body, watched with thinly hidden delight as Pochita rubbed into his hand and adjusted his head to guide his touch up there. He pet over the top of him, mindful of the chainsaw sticking out, his fingers digging into the shallow fur and stroking carefully. All the while listening to this person tell him about devils.]
Are you a devil hunter? [He sat down on his butt next, slipping his arm free from his bag and using it to pet up the other side of him as Pochita rubbed into his hands and panted eagerly at the contact.] Is that why you're here, to kill little devils? 'Cause we don't have public safety here anymore, they went to the, uh, the sub-pre-frecture... city... [He kind of trailed off, realized as he was speaking that he didn't know anything about what he was talking about. That it was just a parrotting of what he'd heard on the news.] Um, my teacher said devils aren't something we need to worry about, living here, 'cause people here are braver than people in the city.
[That, however, he said with confidence. Be it a way to keep morale up or a form of propaganda, it made sense to him. No one in his village ever died from a devil attack, so probably there was a reason for that.]
[ Without thinking too hard about it: ] I can be, sometimes. Started as a side hustle when I was your age.
[ Denji stayed put where he was, the long grass dancing against his arms as if in fellowship. His hand rose to caress the stems as the boy's talking went in one ear and out the other, seeming at first to be admiring some fluttering bug stood on the tip — for all of two seconds. He broke off the strand, twisting the stem to get the sap dripping before sucking it between his teeth. ]
Kid. [ The piece of grass rolled to the side of his mouth as he spoke. There was no meaning in learning a name he would soon forget; as far as he was concerned, the kid remained nothing other than a boy who had wandered too close, asked quite a few questions, and petted his dog all over with his baby-pudge hands. Being unknown wasn't a bad thing. To this day, 'kid' was all most folks knew Denji by, too. ] You sure your teach ain't full of crap?
[ Nah, the reason had to be simpler than that. Where Denji came from, really came from, it was much of the same kind of thinning population. Devils went where the food was most ripe. ]
Not everyone in these boonies's brave. I'd say some people stay in a place like this 'cause they ain't got no other choice. Or they get cold feet just thinkin' about leaving home. [ Denji shrugged his shoulders. ] Some people, anyway — you? Maybe ya got a little somethin' in you, seeing as you stuck 'round Pochita here.
[ He filled his hand with the folds of the devil's neck, prompting him to arch his head toward Denji's touch, flopping onto his back. ]
Pfft — not that he's scary, look at him. But you two are like the same size. He could probably beatcha up.
[Aki looked up at him with a long, unbroken pause.]
[It was the first time he'd heard anyone say something completely against the status quo. First of all, this guy couldn't be past school age, so he should have been in school. Second, if he was hunting devils at Aki's age, then he should have been in school back then, too. And third of all... What did he mean, his teacher might be full of crap?]
I'm not that small.
[He muttered that at the end of all that thinking, nonplussed and maybe slightly offended. He was definitely bigger than this devil. Stronger, too. Just because it had a chainsaw didn't mean it could beat a human in a fight, especially since Aki had a book bag he could use as a shield. He'd definitely win that fight.]
I'm 10 years old now. I'm not a little kid anymore - I'm double digits. And I told you, my name's Aki.
[The frustration grew into his voice, both at being belittled and not being recognized at all. Because it's all thanks to him that this guy even found him again - and no, he didn't want payment in return, but maybe some respect, okay?!]
[But it never went beyond the slightly miffed tone in his voice. Because, despite it all, he was interested in this person. Someone completely new and unique to the area. Someone who should have been doing one thing but was doing something totally unheard of instead.]
...If I needed to, I could definitely kill a devil.
[Not that the thought had ever once crossed his mind before this moment. But if this guy was able to, then Aki could, too.]
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[But then their mother would probably say something like, "He's just getting some air." He could continue with those mental paper dolls for as long as he liked, talking back and forth. Worrying about Aki, dismissing concerns about Aki. But it's a pointless game he's sick of playing. Aki shoves his hands into his gloves and treks down the path barely dusted with snow.]
[He's more or less memorized the current route at this point. He's had to re-memorize it every time it changes, when suddenly an area gets patrolled a little more heavily or there are whispers about some kind of vagabond in the area. But Aki gets it - very smartly said that he learned in school that the forest creates one of the biggest industries in this area. Lumber, woodworking, replanting... He knows about all that stuff. So it makes sense that someone with a chainsaw devil would have all the work he has here - and it makes sense that, even with all that work, every now and then something just seems to happen that blows all the money away.]
Denji!
[He calls the name out as he gets close to the makeshift home, boots crunching through the layers of ice that have frozen over the top of the shallow snow. A wind gusts through and blows some of the finer crystals over his face from the low-leaning trees and he scrubs at his cheeks, banging a fist against the makeshift wooden lean-to door.]
I got you some Calorie Mate! It's the cheese kind!
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Or maybe a more grown-up Denji will have the wisdom to look back with the pained acceptance that none of it would have changed a thing. The logging industry in the northernmost region of the country would have been just as enticingly profitable. The winters, still as sharp as claws on his skin. He would have still opened the rattling door to let Aki in. ]
Oh, hell yeah! Get in here, shrimp.
[ It's not so hard building a life on the road when you've got a buddy to take care of and a reason to keep running away. After months of camping out in a battered tent and breathing through his mouth to avoid gagging on the scent of old brine clinging to its canvas walls (he's never diving through a fishmonger's dumpster again), it's not the snowfall that shepherds him into a dusty shed. Rather, a noisy pup who nags and tugs and paws at his pants leg until he finally relents to taking shelter in an abandoned woodshed. And he's not talking about his devil companion.
The Denji who rushes to shut out the whipping gales behind the bundled boy, turning with a hollow-cheeked grin, is neither too young or too old. Definitely too skinny, though. Not that a kid would be able to tell the difference. A high-pitched arf comes from a little nest of blankets and pillows strewn in one corner, close to where a propane heater is unevenly keeping the structure warm. The devil hops up on his hind legs, tail a'wagging.
He dusts at Aki's shoulder as he leads him into taking a seat, cleaning away the pale specks salting his overcoat. Doesn't really have to, since all that will be melting away soon enough. ]
Me n' Pochita haven't had breakfast or lunch yet, so ya got here right on time. You eat anything yet? There's 'nuff to split three-ways.
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You didn't eat at all? I thought you said you'd go to the convenience store last night... [When he'd mentioned a lack of food in his home, Aki had nagged him to at least get a loaf of bread from the mart before he went to sleep. But money matters is probably the one thing Denji never listens to him about. Aki frowns as he tugs out the bars and offers them out to Denji.] I don't want any, I brought them for you two. Someone in my class said that dogs can't have chocolate, because it makes them sick, so I thought Pochita might be the same... [But now that he's voicing it, he realizes how silly that is. Pochita's a devil, not a dog, and devils eat all sorts of things.] ...but I can get a chocolate one next time, if you want.
[He waits for Pochita to come a little closer before setting a hand on his head, scratching behind where he's always imagined his ears would be. Patting him gently on the side to coax him toward Denji and the snacks, he leans forward in his seat and sets both hands on his knees.]
I'll bet you could still enroll in school without an address, and then you could come just for the lunches, and the high school is in the same complex as my school, you know? [The idea of Denji attending school is a little alien to him, and yeah, he doesn't actually know how old Denji is, but surely he can go to school, right? Aki seems pretty convinced of this idea as he speaks, but just like with the dog comment, a sense of doubt clouds his expression soon enough and he mutters,] I dunno what kind of lunch you get as a high schooler, though...
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And, anyway, the things he tells him are way more entertaining than a run-of-the-mill story like that. ]
Yeah, you can count me out. I think I'd still need a real grown-up to get let in and do all the boring paperwork stuff. [ Maintaining a neutral tone, he shrugs, oh well, and focuses on breaking open the wrapper to one of the bars, pulling the plastic back all the way. ] When ya get to high school, you'll just hafta lemme know how it is. How much you wanna bet it's probably nothing nearly as good as the food you get me?
[ — said with a flash of a grin as he wags the peeled snack at him, setting it on the floor between them, prompting Pochita's interest away from Aki's shoelaces. He wouldn't really know for sure that it wouldn't live up to salted chalkiness of a Calorie Mate, obviously. But watching devil dog currently pressing his snout to the cheese bar, breathing noisily as he investigates it, he knows that he wouldn't be able to bring his companion with him. So it's a no-go.
…Even if the idea of being in the same school district as Aki, getting to go on walks, meeting up with him after class ends — even if all of that sounds like fun. ]
Say, actually — what're the school lunches like for you right now? You sure you don't wanna share some of this? [ Denji's working on opening up the last energy bar as they speak. ] You'll never grow up big and strong without some meat on those bones!
[ A case of the pot calling the kettle black. In his eye patch and the awkward drape of his oversized clothes, Denji, himself, is pretty scrawny and tattered-looking. Still, Aki's younger than him. It's Denji's job to nag a little. ]
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[Now, maybe. When he's thinking of if he can sneak something to Denji, like he's done today. But he looks a little confused - and maybe slightly offended - at the idea he's not already growing big and strong.]
I have lunch duty all this week, you know. Today we had croquettes and salad and miso soup, and rice... And yesterday we had curry with beef and carrots and potatoes and onions, and rice... and on Monday, we had corn soup and stir-fried vegetables and tofu... and rice.
[Come to think of it, he's never seen Denji eat rice with his meals - if moments like this can be called meals. Does he just not need it...? He's way scrawnier than Aki, but he does all that physical work, so... Maybe that's just how it is when you grow up. He has no idea. But he also doesn't know anyone older than him who looks or acts like Denji.]
Don't you ever eat rice?
[He kind of blurts it out, like it's been bothering him.]
Or drink soup, or... [He trails off, in the way someone with more social grace would if they realized they were being rude. But Aki isn't old enough for that.] Don't you get tired, if you don't eat a whole meal?
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Though he's got a handful of years over him, the life Aki leads is vastly different from anything Denji's ever encountered, full of copious meals he's never tried, let alone heard of — seriously, what's a croquette? This lunch duty thing is new to him, too, but it already sounds like just about the best gig in the world next to swiping Pochita's head down the curve of a tree trunk, or opening up the fuzzy belly of a Soybean Devil. And come time for his own lunch, the lint pilling inside his pockets comes nowhere near to the full set of vegetables, meat, and grains that Aki's fed. Sometimes if he can scrounge food together through other means, it'll taste half-edible, which, in his book, qualifies as half-decent. None of the dumpsters he'll harvest some of his meals from constitute as reliable source for steaming, homemade rice, though.
Good thing that doesn't bother him, and neither do Aki's questions about his diet. Pochita hops over Denji's shins as he lazily spills his legs out in front of him, nestling down in a spot between his ankles. He tilts one eye up at Aki, a teasing pull to the corners of his mouth. ]
Ohhh, I get it… You're worried about me. Well, don't let it keep ya up at night. I've had loads of rice and soup before in my lifetime!
[ …Just not recently in the past few years. A while back, in one of his last towns, he managed to nab a spot within an established camp that sometimes received the good charity of local volunteer groups. Every so often, they'd come by disseminating a ton of free stuff and free food. Were it not for a couple brush-ups with the law forcing them all to disperse, he probably would have stayed there longer. But that's neither here nor there. ]
Sometimes rice in soup. Sounds crazy, right?
[ He snickers, lowering his gaze, a hand plunging into the wild brush of Pochita's fur. ]
You'll get it later — being tired's just what it's like to get taller and have more adult-y stuff to do. [ Not that Denji is a shining example of puberty or anything. ] Bright side is I can basically nap whenever, wherever I want. I couldn't do that if I was cooped up in class.
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["Is he hungry, right now? Does he ever get upset like that? Is he cold, too?" Those kinds of questions roll around in his mind as he wipes a drip of soup from his cheek and his mother passes him a napkin, scolding him for using his sleeve. Yet every time he mentions anything like that, Denji acts like he's being silly. That, sure, he gets hungry, but so does Aki, right? Everyone gets hungry, and cold, and tired. It's not a big deal.]
[He shifts in his seat, the uneven stool wobbling just a little as he does.]
Does that mean you like it like this?
[The one difference between Denji and the other grown ups in Aki's life is that Denji is never upset. He never complains at him, never scolds him or chastises him. He never seems sad with where he is or what he's doing. No matter what Aki brings to his home, wherever it may be, he greets him with excitement and joy. Does that mean he's living a better life, or does it mean he's easy to please?]
[He looks down at Pochita, licking his paws as he perches laid across Denji's legs. The position can't be that comfortable, but he seems to be at peace. He always does. Is it because they have each other...? Does their connection mean that they can stay happy no matter what?]
Working, and not going to school, and soupy rice... Is that kind of stuff really okay for you?
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[ There's still a little smile at his lips colored with amusement, and perhaps even some admiration. Not meaning to dissuade the questioning, exactly, but trying to defuse some of the worry pinching the younger boy's expression. Liking his lifestyle or being okay about it — sure, he'll get the infrequent sense that his situation is different from others, and that maybe he'd enjoy experiencing more of the finer things the world has to offer, if he had the chance. A television set to watch shows on and play games through, a doctor to tell him why sometimes he'll get chest pains. A mattress with fitted sheets, a pillow inside a pillowcase. More money. Any one of those would be real neat to get his hands on.
But whether his life's any better or worse relative to someone else just because they aren't within reach yet…?
Denji's gaze skirts across the snug jacket zipped all the way to Aki's chin. His hat, mitts, the perfect bunny ears knotting the laces of his boots. ]
…Nope, never thought about it. [ He reaches over to scoop up to leftover crumbs Pochita left behind from his meal, tossing the bits into his mouth. ] You sure you like everything about your place back home? Waking up early to get to class, and lunch duty, and doing homework…
[ The words are gently prodding, hardly carrying any weight at all. It's something he only brings up because sometimes Aki doesn't look too happy at all. Sometimes he can see how he might look years down the lines when he's older reflected in the worry lines pinching his brow. ]
I like it when you come visit me. [ If that's worth any salt. ] And you tell me 'bout cool new games we can play, or you teach Pochita tricks — oh, oh, did I tell ya? He's actually starting to remember how to play dead!
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[Which isn't quite true, and he kind of knows that. He knows Denji has to do shitty things. But Denji never seems to mind doing shitty things. Aki can tell when he's tired or when he's gotten hurt, and in the beginning he thought he was putting up some front, trying to seem cool. But after awhile and enough needling from Aki telling him to take care of himself and whatnot, the truth came to light: that Denji can simply deal with those things with a smile on his face.]
[Which Aki can't really do. Sure, he has good grades. He's got friends. And sometimes he even likes what he learns about in school. But most days he's thinking about Denji. Wondering what he's up to, and if he's thinking about him, too. And now, not for the first time, he wonders if he could live a life like that, too.]
...'Course he learns the play-dead one before the high five. [Said jokingly as he nudges at Pochita's wire tail with the toe of his boot.] I don't mind going to school most of the time. But...
[He pauses, holding it in for a moment. Considering what he's about to say.]
...but every time I go home, it's always the same. [He keeps nudging his tail, pushing it along the ground like a piece of rope.] You get to do new stuff all the time... And moving sucks, I know, but you're always... doing new things, and seeing new stuff... Sometimes I wish I had something to... surprise me, or for something interesting to happen... You know?
[It's kind of embarrassing, talking about feelings like this. He's not used to it at all, obvious by how stilted his words are and how he keeps his eyes down on the devil dog. Easier than facing he might say something worth being scolded for. God knows he's been scolded for it enough at home.]
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Yeah. I getcha. Even if there're a bunch'a guys around, it feels like they're all just passing by you or doin' their own thing. It's boring.
[ Denji glances out the icy window, at the clouded outline of mountainous peaks in the distance. Where he's pigeoned himself is largely hidden within a crowded thicket of trees, but the view beyond that… Well, it wouldn't be too hard to chalk his feelings to the growing pains of living on the countryside; all those sprawling plots of land separating one house from the next. The nearest shopping district, probably a whole town over. Nothing to do during the colder months aside from watch the snow build and melt and then build itself back up again. It gets to a kid.
Except in the short time he's known him, he can't shake the intuition that there's more to the story. More to it than boredom. If things aren't any fun at home, is that why he's always trudging over to visit Denji? He'll eat his words if Aki tells him otherwise, but…
He nudges his socked toes into the side of Aki's shoe, wiggling them at him. ]
Aki, y'busy right now? Whaddaya think about makin' interesting things happen right here?
[ It's then Denji crawls toward the back of the shed, assorted machine parts and tools rolling out from his furious digging. It isn't until he roughly tugs at something that he falls backward on his ass, head nearly ramming into Aki's stool. The contraption half-toppled on top of him, harnesses already attached to the bow of the thing, looks to be — ]
Look! Look! Brought this baby home the other day. You ever heard of a dog sled?
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[He looks up when he speaks again, clearly intrigued by whatever it is he wants to show off. Aki watches with obvious interest as Denji digs through his things and even has to dodge the incoming arc of a wadded-up newspaper at one point. He nearly jumps up when he finally rolls backwards, clutching something. Something he's definitely seen before - But only in the movies.]
Yeah! I know - You really think Pochita can pull that?!
[Either way he's on his feet in an instant, the worries and anxieties and unhappiness plaguing him not one moment ago well and forgotten by the excitement of something new. He helps to free the rest of the sled and then works to get the harness attached to Pochita's round little bean of a body, eventually hurrying outside to see if they can attach it better out there.]
[It's funny, he thinks - Pochita is the whole reason he even knows Denji. If not for this devil, he never would have even stopped that day. It would have been any other Friday afternoon, coming home from school and making no stops on his commute. Point A to point B. Not for lack of desire, but for lack of courage. But that day, the strange sight of something orange gave him pause. And what if he'd stopped walking...?]
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[Someone in his class had talked about doing their homework with their siblings every night and how that made them ready for the next grade. That they already knew things like algebra and circumference. Not that Aki cared. If Taiyou asked him for that kind of help, he'd tell him to shove off. He wouldn't waste his time. And then Taiyou'd cry and complain and snivel at him, just like that. Like that noise, just then. ...What noise?]
[Aki came to a slow stop, the sight before him causing his eyes to go wide. On the path in front of him was an orange - dog. No, not a dog, a cat? No, cats don't have chainsaws for heads. But it had eyes, though - Wait -]
A devil?
[He'd never seen one before, their very presence a known concern but alien, like a house fire or a robbery. A threat, but only one you saw in movies and on TV. This one... This one wasn't scary at all. It was small, short, pudgy. Orange. And had a chainsaw for a nose. And on top of all that, it was crying.]
[Better judgment would tell him to stay away, that devils are dangerous no matter how they look. And sure, Aki knew that. Just like how you don't get in a stranger's car or take candy from someone you don't know, you don't approach devils or feel bad for them. But how could he do anything but those things with this... blob in front of him, pouring fat, salty tears down on the ground? His little head seemed to be turning this way and that, the metal of the chainsaw reflecting the setting sun as he wobbled around in search of something. And when his eyes landed on Aki he jolted a little, mouth opening, tongue dropping out. Then he panted once, and - barked.]
Whoa, he barked...
[He? He had no idea, but maybe it was a boy. Aki moved a little closer and the devil shrunk back, moving off the road and toward the copse of trees beyond the walking path. Aki stopped and the devil stopped, like a game of red-light-green-light. The two stared at one another until the devil broke eye contact, looking around again. Searching.]
[Aki squatted down, holding his hand out. The devil didn't approach him.] Are you lost? [No response - Actually, could devils even talk, or was that another movie-and-TV-only thing? Maybe they just had them talk so they would seem scarier.] I'm from here, so I know my way around, and who lives where... Are you looking for someone? [The realization came delayed, but the devil barked again, immediate, like a response. So maybe they can talk, he thought, but decided not to push it.] I'll help you out. C'mere. [And he motioned with his hand again, coaxing the devil forward. But again it didn't move, still seeming anxious. But still looking around nonetheless.]
[Aki frowned, standing upright and looking around, too. He didn't have too much height on the devil, but it was something, right? What would a devil be looking for, anyway? Or better yet, who? As he looked around and as the devil slowly crawled from the bushes, shaking himself off, he wondered if maybe, perhaps, a devil would only really have reason to look for another devil. That it was searching for another little bean dog with a powertool for a nose. Or maybe a parent - a grown-up powertool dog, way bigger and way scarier. Maybe it was like an angler fish, like they learned about in school, with a pretty light to attract prey and then the real trouble munching that prey down when they got too close.]
[...Maybe he should have left the devil dog alone. But every time he looked at the little guy and saw the way his eyes glistened with anxious tears, he couldn't possibly imagine any of that being true.]
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Logging had never been his main source of income, but it was steady money. Pocket change. The industry remained a vital part of what kept his wallet from looking as flat as a pancake. So when some hoity-toity regional manager for the company he frequently contracted with came scouting for new muscle to relocate to a wonderland of lush forests up north, his ears perked. When he threw out a fun fact about their boiled crab legs having some of the juiciest, firmest, melt-in-your-mouth meat imaginable, Denji made for the door. Had to be talked down from shoving his chainsaw buddy in a bag and buying a ferry ticket within the next day. He still left within the week. Didn't even notify his supervisor because his head was already crammed full of clandestine rivers and mountain peaks and hot springs full of scantily-toweled women. There was never any turning back.
With Pochita merrily trotting behind him like a mascot companion straight out of a cartoon, they spent the first few hours getting a sense of the town. Which, from what he could understand, appeared awfully small and insubstantial relative to the farmland surrounding it. There were different types of irrigation canals here and there. Whatever. The flower fields were pretty, though; that part, Denji liked. He picked a couple of purplish ones along the way, paying little attention to the farmers yelling at him for some reason.
All in all, the sheer expanse of Hokkaido had its own appeal for a certain collective. He would get used to it like anywhere else, he knew that, but…
It's just something about it here felt like a shovel breaking ground, uprooting his memories of a different place. One he ran away from long ago. All that open space. Nowhere to hide. Like the sun could grow a pupil at any moment and blink its blazing eye down at him, casting judgment. The countryside never failed to make him feel exposed, caught at the scene of the crime tampering with a life he shouldn't have — it was as those thoughts began to seed and fester in the back of his mind that he decided it was time to set up his tent.
But first he needed to find one. The trip to town was brief. He was lucky to hit the jackpot foraging through that fishery's garbage bags. Even managed to score a few things he could grill for dinner.
Usually, Denji would turn to his buddy to celebrate that day's haul. If he had, he would have noticed Pochita's absence. Thinking back, he was probably rushing it.
He was tired, could feel the grime of a day's travel etched into every inch and pore of his skin, and he figured Pochita was feeling much of the same way, just in devil terms. It'd be better to launch straight into selecting a campsite, he decided. If they pitched it up before dark, they could get acclimated, have a snooze, then wake up in the morning refreshed and ready to stuff their faces with the seafood Hokkaido was supposedly famous for. That was his thought process, and that's why, without sparing a thought to how Pochita's panting and snuffling had faded far into the background, he set out of town to the nearest clearing he could find.
It took him longer than anticipated to locate level enough land near a water source. The stream was a little dry, but it just needed a little rain to eventually give it some real body. As the last pole snagged into place, Denji stepped back to appreciate his handiwork in full. Yeah, this would do. ]
Whatcha think, Pochita? There's room for both of us to kick our feet out!
[ Nothing barked back at him.
He looked down, spun around, tore open the flap into the tent. More nothing.
He walked the perimeter of their camp, picking apart the brush and debris he'd knocked aside to clear the area, making a full loop without reuniting with his buddy. ]
Oh, shit, oh, crap — Pochita?! Where'd ya go?
[ Standing in the middle of the campsite, Denji blew one last lilting whistle, hoping it'd call Pochita forth, but when nothing came from it, he anxiously stared overhead. Though the sky was beginning to blear into a deeper, darker shade, and his shadow had started to stretch like a pinched back elastic, there was still sunlight. He could still expand his search.
When was the last time Denji saw him? How long ago had that been? They arrived a little ways into the afternoon, so that must have been… Augh, the details just wouldn't emerge. He wanted so badly to just beat at his head. How could he be so stupid? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Similar questions and thoughts and castigations sped about in his mind as he lurched down a path he barely remembered. He hadn't been there long enough to internalize the lay of the land, so every turn was a guess, every call of his name tossed in a random direction. His breaths came out shallow past the tight clench of his throat as he stumbled out from the trees into an empty road, twigs and leaves poking out from his hair. ]
Pochita! Pochita!
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[Aki had started to follow it, the little thing looking at him every now and again with an expression he couldn't quite parse. The beast never growled at him but occasionally let out little barks as it looked around as if calling out. Again, for what, Aki didn't know. Given how long he had been following it without a huge mama-devil appearing to scarf him down, he was less fearful of that being the case. Instead, he found himself talking aloud to the little guy. Dogs like being talked to, right?]
I've never seen a devil in real life. Sometimes we hear about them on TV. But it's only about devils that get beat up and killed, or it's about how to protect yourself in a devil attack... They never talk about a devil who's looking for something, though.
[The devil looked back at him again, the tears in its eyes gone but the anxiety still clearly present. It let out a little whine and Aki stepped a little closer, picking up the pace to get beside the creature. As he did, an idea struck him.]
What if I lift you up? Maybe you can see better. Can I pick you up?
[He still didn't know if the devil could understand him but it gave an excited yip, the little cord of a tail wagging as it came to a stop. Aki leaned down to pick it up, grasping it under its stubby arms and hoisting it into the air. As if on cue, the devil began looking around their surroundings - just as a figure appeared suddenly down the road.]
["...chita!" Aki heard, and he lowered the devil in surprise as it then began wriggling violently in his arms. He released his grip in surprise and the orange bean dropped to the ground, rolling once before taking off in a sprint down the road.]
Hey, wait! [He rushed after him for a short stride before skidding to a halt, his idea from before coming to him - It looked like a human, sure, but what had they talked about in school? "Sometimes devils can look just like you and me. It's always good to be cautious around anyone who's behaving strangely."]
[Walking around in the woods, jumping out suddenly, a devil rushing toward you... Those are pretty strange behaviors, he's sure could be argued. Aki stood where he was, trying to take in the figure down the road that the strange puppy-like devil went running straight for, excitedly yipping and barking and wagging its tail just like a dog excited to see its owner.]
["Just like you and me." So could devils be friendly, just like humans, too...?]
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That was how he tried to think of it, flying from the road straight into a field, then another one: This was something that needed to be done. Beet leaves were squashed down underfoot. He kicked down corn stalks. But Denji's best efforts to find his friend only served to confuse him more, spun him about as an infinite turntable would, and sent him off-course. He was lost. He was probably going the wrong way. Wait, was that a bark?
Denji dove backwards, started to reverse out from the farmland, then hesitated — was he just imagining things? The doubts that hurtled in his brain made the dreadful ringing in his ears worse, and his chest pumped harder than he knew it was allowed to. He couldn't do anything about it. Couldn't do anything, except lose his mind and trip on the exit wound it left behind.
Speaking of. That moment of doubt did no favors for Denji. Waffling, he shifted his footing back — and then immediately tilted, his heel sunk deep into a soft section of soil. Ankle bent, he flopped from there, creating a depression in the ground. ]
Urk… Damn it…
[ He laid there, fingers twitching in the dirt. Feeling defeated. But then he heard it again, an anxious sound like a yelp or a whine accompanied by a desperate digging at the back of his foot. Slowly, his face raised, dark and smudged and hot with big, endlessly sloping tears. ]
P-Pochi…
[ Leaving the rest of his name unsaid, he shot up, arms tightened around the small devil with a sob, smothering his hiccups inside the comforting pull of Pochita's fur. Finally, Denji felt all his relief crashing in on him. It was a feeling so overwhelming, he scarcely noticed anything else. Not even a pair of tentative steps approaching. ]
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[What the heck, he thought to himself. Then, Is he crying?]
[The figure rose so suddenly and wrapped his arms around the devil, crying and sobbing openly in a way that Aki was sure anyone else would be too ashamed for. The shock of the sudden movement following such a violent tumble was erased with a new source of surprise. Had he ever seen someone be so openly emotional like this? Yes, just one person: His little brother, Taiyou.]
[This person was definitely older than Taiyou, however.]
[Usually with Taiyou he has to capitulate in some way, agree to whatever he's begging for in order to make it stop. Because, if he's honest, it's usually something Aki is trying to hold onto for himself. Not sharing, telling him to go away, to leave him alone. Refusing to change the channel like he said he would when his favorite show starts. Taiyou would start tearing up or outright crying and Aki would have to capitulate to his stupid demands. Quickly, too, so no one would come over to see what all the fuss is about and scold him for being selfish.]
[Because of that, he realized, Aki didn't know how to stop someone's crying when it's not his fault.]
Um.
[He was a few steps away when he spoke up, if it could be called that. He wasn't really sure what to say. Stranger danger, and all that, is something he was keenly aware of, but this stranger seemed to be the furthest thing from danger. More pitiful than anything. Just like his brother. Did that make him less or more scary?]
Are you okay?
[He could start there.]
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He breathed like he couldn't, ejected tears just for the droplets to pour right back into his wailing mouth; when he gasped for air between sobs, his lungs rattled awfully, unable or unwilling to let oxygen in for him, he couldn't say. For the way he was crying, someone might have thought he wounded himself — and in a manner of speaking, maybe he was wounded. His own body knew he had to be punished, knew it had to inflict something on him, so why not this guilt? Why not this hot torsion in his chest rubbing in how he'd done something so terrible to someone he loved so dearly? ]
SorrysorrysorryI'msorry — hic — ah? [ He stopped rocking. He did not stop sniveling. ] …chita, didja say somethin'?
[ His gaze hoisted up from the bundle of breathing fur, and with it came away the mottled face of a teenage boy, sticky and flushed, a string of snot still stretched between his leaking nose and Pochita's head. The devil in question whimpered, staring up at him with — some emotion Denji couldn't discern. Nonetheless, he wriggled restlessly in his arms, paws propped on Denji's chest to stand and lap at his wet chin.
That's a no, then. Denji's gaze listlessly traveled upward, landing on the wary young boy standing on the raised road. At least he looked young. Younger than him. Cheeks a little chubby, like he goes home to meals already set on the table. ]
You know him? [ It seemed to him that the two had come from the same direction, so, first, he looked to Pochita to vouch for their foreign company. From him, came a prompt, Arf!
In an instant, his expression visibly softened. He took a moment to stroke the devil dog's head. Slightly inclining his face, Denji regarded the boy once more. Okay. ]
…Yeah, 'm peachy. You, uh — ya found him?
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[Older kids weren't supposed to do that. Aki never saw people from the high school in town crying or wiping their noses. Sometimes, in movies, adults would cry or be emotional. In anime, people cried all the time. But none of that was real life. So why was this person crying so easily?]
[At first he thought he was speaking to him, and Aki opened his mouth to respond - No, he doesn't know that devil from Adam. But immediately it was clear that he was talking to the devil, itself. That he was right. It can understand people. Briefly a welling of pride ballooned inside (he got something right!) but it extinguished quickly enough when that wet, snotting face turned back toward him.]
...Um, yeah.
[He kind of didn't believe him about being peachy. Suddenly realizing something, Aki slid a shoulder free from his randoseru and pulled it around, undoing the clasp and pulling it open to dig around inside until he found what he wanted. He held out the located powder blue handkerchief, lacking any kind of design but made of soft cotton.]
That devil was on the road over there, back there, and he was looking for something. And I'm from here so I was showing him around.
[Like a tour guide or something. He hoisted his backpack back around and again offered out the hanky.]
Is he yours?
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Denji sniffled again. Tugged his arm free from the devil to scrub his water well of an eye, then wiped his nose, then with thee same hand rummaged in his pocket to pull something out. After accepting the handkerchief, that something was revealed to be several wadded up money notes and a couple of coins dropped into the young boy's palm. 5,605 yen in total. It seriously hurt to relinquish. But what was no small fare for Denji always seemed to be the price for a fair exchange. He'll have to figure something special out for Pochita later, too. ]
Yeah, we're friends. The best of besties. [ Bringing the hanky up to his face, he blew his nose twice in a row to no real fruit. His nose still felt congested no matter what. ] So thanks.
[ The devil nuzzled his cheek against Denji's folded knuckles, prompting him to brush at the fur around his snout. It was soothing for him. ]
Ah, if that ain't enough, can ya put it on my tab? I can get more cash later. I just needa get settled in 'fore I start workin'. I'm really not tryin' to scam you or nothin'.
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Uh... huh?
[Even more uncertain. Aki stared down at the money in his palm, sticky with mucus and tears. Mentally adding up the bills and coins - This is enough for... for a whole month's worth of curry bread at the convenience store. And he's handing it to him?]
Wait, huh?
[Because now this didn't feel right. Why was he being paid...? Still with his hand held out, unwilling to accept the money, Aki shook his head twice.]
I don't - want any money.
[Which was true. He didn't really want for money. He was comfortable, got an allowance, could easily ask for a few coins to get curry bread if he wanted to. Even if this guy was rich (...doubtful), taking money for doing a deed like this felt scummy.]
I was just helping... 'Cause he looked so sad. He was crying. I've never seen a devil crying.
[He shook the hand holding the money, offering it back out.]
Here, take it back. Um, you can keep that, too. [The handkerchief. He kind of didn't want it back now.]
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Pinching the hanky around his nostrils to squeeze out what excess mucus he could, Denji turns his eye back to Pochita. The effect on his voice is a distorted, hopelessly clogged inflection. ]
…You were scared, eh? I know. Me too. [ He sets the (ruined) rag down on his lap, smothering a hand over the top of the devil's head again, the short strands of fur where he rubbed him swept up unevenly from the rest of his coat. ] It'll never happen again. I promise.
[ He just has to get acclimated. Moving from one place to the next always sets him on edge — it's a different headspace to be in, and he's certainly not much of a logistics guy. ]
Hey, so whaddaya want then? [ Still petting Pochita, Denji finally addresses the boy without glancing back at him. ] For bein' a good smearitan. This is your last chance to ask for a reward before the two of us jet. Just name the first thing that pops in that bitty head of yours.
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[After a long moment, he mumbled,] It's Samaritan.
[He spoke up with what he asked next, though.]
Can I touch him?
[Because, really, when else would he get a chance to go to school and tell everyone that he got to touch a devil? That it barked like a dog and was crying, had a chainsaw stuck in his head and a tail like the starter cord? Squatting down from his position, he got to an even level with the other boy, the side of his bag dropping to the ground.]
I never saw a devil before. I thought they were bigger.
[And, hesitant in case his one request is denied, he reached out his hand, eager to try petting the back of the devil's body and feel that soft fur once more.]
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It was as Denji pondered life's deepest questions that he clocked movement skirting the edge of his field of vision, his focus sharpened on the boy the instant his fingers twitched toward his companion. Thankfully, he was quick to recognize his own force of habit before reaching for violence. He leaned back, allowing the devil to scoot off of him and investigate the little sausages wiggling in his direction. ]
Aren't you low maintenance… Oi, [ he called to him, staring for a moment. Clearly, sizing him up. ] Have some manners and introduce yourself first. Maybe he'll even letcha hold him. See, this little guy's name is Pochita. Po-chi-ta. I named him myself, so you should use it.
[ Failing to acknowledge that he, himself, remained nameless, Denji gave a light pat to Pochita's bum. ]
You'd be surprised, y'know. There're littler devils than Pochita out there. Don't live long, though, 'specially out in the big cities. Most stay in hidin' in the boonies where we're at 'cause they're wimpy.
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My name's Aki. [Stranger danger was still at least kind of in effect - he's not supposed to tell people his whole name, he knew that much. But even thinking that he's doing the right thing, he still reached out eagerly to rub his hand down the side of the devil's body, watched with thinly hidden delight as Pochita rubbed into his hand and adjusted his head to guide his touch up there. He pet over the top of him, mindful of the chainsaw sticking out, his fingers digging into the shallow fur and stroking carefully. All the while listening to this person tell him about devils.]
Are you a devil hunter? [He sat down on his butt next, slipping his arm free from his bag and using it to pet up the other side of him as Pochita rubbed into his hands and panted eagerly at the contact.] Is that why you're here, to kill little devils? 'Cause we don't have public safety here anymore, they went to the, uh, the sub-pre-frecture... city... [He kind of trailed off, realized as he was speaking that he didn't know anything about what he was talking about. That it was just a parrotting of what he'd heard on the news.] Um, my teacher said devils aren't something we need to worry about, living here, 'cause people here are braver than people in the city.
[That, however, he said with confidence. Be it a way to keep morale up or a form of propaganda, it made sense to him. No one in his village ever died from a devil attack, so probably there was a reason for that.]
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[ Denji stayed put where he was, the long grass dancing against his arms as if in fellowship. His hand rose to caress the stems as the boy's talking went in one ear and out the other, seeming at first to be admiring some fluttering bug stood on the tip — for all of two seconds. He broke off the strand, twisting the stem to get the sap dripping before sucking it between his teeth. ]
Kid. [ The piece of grass rolled to the side of his mouth as he spoke. There was no meaning in learning a name he would soon forget; as far as he was concerned, the kid remained nothing other than a boy who had wandered too close, asked quite a few questions, and petted his dog all over with his baby-pudge hands. Being unknown wasn't a bad thing. To this day, 'kid' was all most folks knew Denji by, too. ] You sure your teach ain't full of crap?
[ Nah, the reason had to be simpler than that. Where Denji came from, really came from, it was much of the same kind of thinning population. Devils went where the food was most ripe. ]
Not everyone in these boonies's brave. I'd say some people stay in a place like this 'cause they ain't got no other choice. Or they get cold feet just thinkin' about leaving home. [ Denji shrugged his shoulders. ] Some people, anyway — you? Maybe ya got a little somethin' in you, seeing as you stuck 'round Pochita here.
[ He filled his hand with the folds of the devil's neck, prompting him to arch his head toward Denji's touch, flopping onto his back. ]
Pfft — not that he's scary, look at him. But you two are like the same size. He could probably beatcha up.
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[It was the first time he'd heard anyone say something completely against the status quo. First of all, this guy couldn't be past school age, so he should have been in school. Second, if he was hunting devils at Aki's age, then he should have been in school back then, too. And third of all... What did he mean, his teacher might be full of crap?]
I'm not that small.
[He muttered that at the end of all that thinking, nonplussed and maybe slightly offended. He was definitely bigger than this devil. Stronger, too. Just because it had a chainsaw didn't mean it could beat a human in a fight, especially since Aki had a book bag he could use as a shield. He'd definitely win that fight.]
I'm 10 years old now. I'm not a little kid anymore - I'm double digits. And I told you, my name's Aki.
[The frustration grew into his voice, both at being belittled and not being recognized at all. Because it's all thanks to him that this guy even found him again - and no, he didn't want payment in return, but maybe some respect, okay?!]
[But it never went beyond the slightly miffed tone in his voice. Because, despite it all, he was interested in this person. Someone completely new and unique to the area. Someone who should have been doing one thing but was doing something totally unheard of instead.]
...If I needed to, I could definitely kill a devil.
[Not that the thought had ever once crossed his mind before this moment. But if this guy was able to, then Aki could, too.]