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After surviving a life-and-death struggle, Denji awoke from the exhaustion he felt that day. As he groggily scanned the room, he noticed Aki peeling an apple, while [y/n] sat at the foot of the bed, enjoying a matcha-flavored donut filled with cream and sipping on milk.
"Want some donuts, Aki?" Gojo asked softly, trying not to disturb Denji.
A glint flash by in Aki's eye, he swiftly grabbed the entire box of donuts and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, devouring them with gusto. Not stopping there, he also seized the strawberry milk and guzzled it down in record time. Finished, he let out a satisfied sigh, playing on his lips.
Gojo, still in shock from the audacious display, was now thoroughly irritated.
"You Fucker!" she shouted.
Aki remained oddly calm, his demeanor almost taunting. "Denji's still sleeping...dumb bitch" he said the first part, but he just whispered the last as he just stared at Gojo calmly.
Gojo couldn't contain her frustration any longer. "Aki, you—"
Before Gojo could unleash her wrath, they heard Denji groan, so it snaps the two out of their fight, so Gojo, couldn't help but throw some of the apples that Aki was peeling, and ofcourse Aki was catching the fruits because it would be a waste, of not eating it, so he puts it back to the plate.
So Aki and Gojo exchanged heated glares, but only Gojo while Aki was just staring at her nonchalantly for a moment before finally relenting.
"I'll buy some more donuts," Gojo mumbled, storming off.
Aki, still grinning, returned to peeling his apple, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Aki then heard the bed move.
"You really are a lot like a devil. I just want you to make a new arm. And I didn't see much of Gojo's fight since all the devils are already dead," Aki said.
"Weren't you actin' awfully friendly with a devil back there? I saw the two of you. Where's [y/n] by the way?" Denji asked.
"She teleported out of here to throw a tantrum...you really don't know anything, do you?" Aki replied.
"Devil hunters make a contract with a devil in order to battle other devils," Aki explained.
"Is it delicious?" Gojo appeared wearing different clothes, a loose black long-sleeve shirt and gray sweatpants, her hair in a loose bun, and sunglasses concealing her eyes. Something blue was visible behind the tinted glasses.
"No... what the hell is wrong with your brain? Well, anyway, I contracted with a Fox devil in exchange for lending me its power. The fox eats part of my body," Aki continued.
"This time I let it eat some of my skin," Aki showed his bandaged arm.
"Ya' wanna let me heal that?" Gojo asked teasingly.
"Yes," Aki quickly answered since he wanted to see the abilities Gojo had, given that she hadn't had a fight yet.
So, Gojo moved the plate of apples near Denji, then sat at the table near Denji's bed, taking a closer look at Aki's bandaged arm.
Aki, curious about Gojo's powers, couldn't help but ask, "What's your ability, Gojo?"
She removed her sunglasses, revealing her striking blue eyes. "Well, it's not as interesting as contracting with a devil. Limitless. It allows me to manipulate space at will. For example, I can erase things or transport them to another dimension."
Aki's eyes widened with fascination. "That sounds incredibly powerful." and Aki sounded like he really did believe what Gojo said, that it made her a little guilty, so she just explained it truthfully
"I'm just joking...ahem...Limitless brings the concept of infinity to reality, allowing the user to distort and manipulate space at will"
Gojo chuckled. "And it can be powerful, but it also has its limitations. It consumes a lot of cursed energy, so I have to be careful how I use it." she didn't say some things like she has a an infinite amount of curse energy, and she tell him about other things...
As Gojo began to work on healing Aki's arm, Denji nibbled on an apple and watched the two with curiosity.
"Gimme' your arm," Gojo said and grab it carefully
逆呪術 Reverse Cursed Technique
The arm was slowly healing under Gojo's careful control, the process unhurried because her technique was primarily designed for self-healing, not for rapid external healing like Sukuna or Shoko. Aki watched with a mixture of fascination and gratitude as his injured arm slowly but steadily mended.
"Oh, so you can heal too now," Aki remarked as he stared at his healing arm. He made sure not to violate the contract, allowing Gojo to work her magic while they conversed.
Aki then used his other hand to grab the plate away from Denji, who was eyeing the snacks with a hint of disappointment.
"Devils always want humans to die. It's the same for Devilman," Aki said with a cold, unwavering stare.
"Power ain't so bad," Denji muttered, sweat dripping from his forehead, feeling the intensity of Aki's gaze. Despite the tension, he understood the complexities of their world.
"The two of you were confirmed leaving the patrol area by surveillance cameras. On top of that, a large amount of your blood was found in the house we suspect the Bat Devil was hiding in. You were almost killed by the Blood Devilman," Gojo added, her voice calm and matter-of-fact.
Aki nodded in understanding, his expression grave. "We were trying to track down the Bat Devil. We didn't expect it to be so dangerous. But we'll make sure not to repeat the same mistake."
As Gojo continued to heal Aki's arm, it's making her bored, because she's not very good at reverse energy, since she just watch Shoko heal, her and Getou
"I'm not sure why, but you still seem willing to support Devils," Aki said coldly, his gaze fixed on Gojo, who continued to heal his arm.
"Do you want me to kill her, Aki-chan, Denji?" Gojo asked in a playful manner, but her question went unheard by anyone other than the two of them.
"No," Aki simply swatted her head, causing her sunglasses to almost fly off due to his strength.
"You ass..." Gojo muttered, readjusting her sunglasses and returning to her arm-healing duties.
"What's your answer, Denji?" Aki inquired, turning his attention to the young man.
"Huh... who knows," Denji replied with a shrug, his response reflecting the complexity of his feelings.
As Aki contemplated Denji's response, he recalled the people who had witnessed Denji's actions. "I remember a couple of people who saw you," Aki began. "There was that young woman you warned about being eaten, and that guy you threw to the Bat Devil while shouting, 'The fuck do I know about this dumbshit? It was a Fiend with a chainsaw sticking to his head...'"
The room fell into a brief silence, the weight of their experiences and the choices they made in their line of work hanging in the air.
"If I investigated further and reported it, the Blood Fiend and you, who protected her, would both be put down..."
Aki paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the room before he continued, "But, this time there were no fatalities, so I'll let it go, under one condition."
With a small sigh, Aki handed the plate of apples to Denji, who eagerly took one and began to nibble on it.
"Would I be taken down too?" Gojo asked with a sly grin, her curiosity getting the best of her.
"No, both of you obediently do as I say," Aki replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Gojo couldn't help but roll her eyes at Aki's seriousness. "You both are stupid, childish, and immoral," she commented, earning herself an irked glance from Aki. Ignoring her, Aki continued, "I'm more senior than both of you, and I believe that if you do your duty to society, you'll get your just deserts." and 'besides why are you describing yourself'
After Aki thought of that, Gojo glared at Aki, because she felt that Aki was insulting her
"So if you do what I tell you, I'll protect both of your current lifestyles," Aki stated, a hint of seriousness in his voice. "How about it? If you both understand, answer me."
"Yeah, I'll keep it in mind," Denji said, finishing his apple and giving a nod of agreement.
The room settled into a contemplative silence, the weight of Aki's words sinking in.
"Yeah! Me too, and don't order me around so much, okay? 'Cause I hate people who have authority. I'll kill you if you force me..." Gojo answered seriously, her gaze unwavering.
Aki raised an eyebrow at Gojo's assertiveness but didn't respond immediately.
"And if you need something to pay with, you can use my money since I'm richer than both of you broke asses," Gojo said, waving her wallet in front of Aki's face.
Aki's lips quirked into a faint smile. "Money won't solve everything, but I appreciate the offer."
Denji, his face beaming with enthusiasm, chimed in, "And relax, my goals ain't anywhere as elegant as y'alls, and my dreams are lame as heck, but I'm just as serious as you all, so you can count on me!"
"Oh yeah! Your arm is fixed, Aki-chan," Gojo exclaimed, genuinely pleased with the successful healing.
Aki studied his healed arm, surprised by the seamless recovery. He hadn't felt a thing during Gojo's treatment; it was as if the arm had healed naturally.
So, Aki stood up, offering Gojo a nod of gratitude. He thanked her, bowing slightly, and then opened the door to leave.
"At least learn to speak more politely," Aki quipped as he exited.
"He's an ass, looks like one too." Gojo muttered to herself.
"True, but he's a cool male lead," Denji agreed, a hint of admiration in his voice.
"He's still an ass," Gojo nodded in agreement, and the two of them burst into laughter. Their laughter filled the room, spilling out into the corridor, a rare moment of lightness in this moment
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Aki couldn't help but overhear the discussion inside the room. His anger simmered as he thought, "Those fuckers!" Their conversation had obviously revolved around him, and he turned his gaze toward the two individuals who were outside the room.
The one-eyed woman with the eyepatch stared at Aki, her gaze probing, while the other woman kept a more reserved demeanor. Power, though visibly agitated, remained handcuffed.
"Well? I'm innocent, aren't I? You've figured that out already, so let me outta there," Power said, her voice laced with frustration, lifting her cuffed hands in protest.
Aki's clenched jaw relaxed a bit as he contemplated the situation. He knew that Power was a Devil in human form, but the devil hunters were no strangers to making uneasy alliances.
"Is that really okay? If the Devilgirl ever kills a human, won't you get the blame for overlooking this, Aki?" the woman with the eyepatch inquired, her tone a mix of concern and suspicion, while her sharp gaze remained fixed on his unbandaged hand.
Aki then glanced at his recently healed arm, a testament to the blurred lines of their world. "Gojo healed me... We're devil hunters. We'll use anything we can, be it Devils or Devilmen. But the enemy is still an enemy... You're just one more tool to use."
"I've no intention of making friends," Aki stated bluntly, his resolve unwavering. He uncuffed Power, allowing her to regain her freedom, but his words made it clear that their association was rooted in necessity, not friendship, like rainbows and giggles.
The tension was in the air
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A loud knock echoed through the apartment, rousing the drowsy occupants.
"Aki-chan, can you open the door?" Gojo requested, her voice heavy with sleep, before rolling over and returning to slumber.
Aki sighed and made his way to the door, not expecting what awaited him. When he opened it, he was met with a sight that left him in shock.
"Wow, this house is tiny!" Power exclaimed, her tone filled with both curiosity and surprise.
Aki was visibly devastated by the sudden arrival, but he managed to maintain his composure.
After the initial shock, Aki decided to get some answers. He quickly dialed Makima's number to inquire about the unexpected guest.
"Why the hell is there another person in the house?" Aki demanded.
Makima's voice came through the phone, calm and collected. "I'd like you to lend Power a room at your house. You should be able to keep a tight leash on Denji and Power."
Aki's annoyance was evident as he questioned, "Why are you gathering the freaks at my house?"
Makima explained her rationale, "Besides, you have Gojo there... I trust both of you. Even if Gojo and I aren't close, it's obvious that she is smarter than she looks."
Reluctantly, Aki agreed, "Ah... okay."
Makima assured him, "You don't have to worry. Power said she could behave herself, so it will be fine."
As Aki hung up the phone, he couldn't help but wonder how this unexpected addition would affect his lifestyle in their already unconventional household. Power's presence had certainly thrown a wrench into his plans.
And Aki wasn't please, at the trash around his house
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Power looked at the food with a disgusted expression and promptly swiped it away.
"Huh? A carrot," Aki exclaimed, his surprise evident as Denji caught the airborne vegetable.
"I want desserts, Aki-chan," Gojo chimed in, her tone not the least bit surprised by Power's reaction, though she didn't make eye contact with the Fiend. It was painfully clear that Gojo didn't hold a favorable opinion of Power.
Power's complaints continued, "I hate vegetables! Bleh!"
Aki scolded her, "Don't throw vegetables."
Denji, on the other hand, took it a step further and chastised Power, "That's rude to the farmers who made that vegetable, you asshole! You monster!"
Gojo, always one to express her feelings without holding back, muttered in a low voice, "Yeah, listen to Denji, you monster.", still showing her deep disdain at Power, and she continue eating some real food that, Aki was forcing her with...but she kept eating so she can eat her dessert
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"I'm the kind of person who almost never takes a bath!" Power proudly declared, wearing her nonchalance like a badge of honor.
Aki, clearly unimpressed, immediately responded, "Get in!"
"You stink," Denji chimed in, wrinkling his nose in reaction to Power's confession.
The collective reaction prompted Gojo to giggle, as she looks at the three and Aki looks like a mom who is so done with her life, and Power and Denji are like the children, who she wants to sell in some shady market...just kidding.
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"The toilet? I'm the kind of person who almost never flushes!" Power declared with a hint of mischief in her tone, clearly unfazed by societal norms.
Aki's patience had its limits, and he promptly demanded, "Flush it!"
Denji chimed in, echoing his sentiment, "It stinks!"
Power seemed undeterred by their reactions. She glanced over to her cat companion and said, "What with you... humans are sooo sensitive!! Isn't that right, Nyako?"
As Power continued to push the boundaries of Aki's bottom line, Aki heard a quiet voice beckoning him. He looked over and saw Gojo in the other room, her head peeking between the doors. Curiosity piqued, he walked toward her to see what she had to say.
"What?" Aki replied, his irritation with Power still evident.
"Scare her," Gojo simply stated, her eyes conveying a mischievous glint.
Aki's curiosity was piqued, and he inquired, "What am I supposed to scare her with?"
Gojo, ready to get some rest, offered her suggestion as she headed into her room, "Tell her that you'll tell Makima... she's scared of Makima."
Aki took in Gojo's advice and approached the ongoing argument between Denji and Power with newfound confidence.
"Power, if you cleaned yourself, I'll tell Makima, and she'll visit here. Do you want that to happen?" Aki threatened, his tone dark and intimidating. Denji watched in anticipation, mirroring Aki's smirk.
Power shivered at Aki's words and hastily retreated into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. The effective scare tactic had done the trick.
Aki, now sporting a small smile, looked towards Gojo's closed room, where she had retreated for some much-needed rest. A single tear escaped his eye as he thought, 'Gojo really is a genius.'
And for some reason Gojo who felt, Aki attitude towards her change and she was proud of it, she wasn't aware why though
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Inside the bathroom, Denji was hard at work, determinedly plunging the clogged toilet. He muttered to himself in frustration, "She's the worst! Doesn't flush her own shit! Leaves vegetables on the plate!"
"Oy, boy," Power called out to Denji, getting his attention.
Denji jumped in surprise, "Ah!"
"Hey, shit Devil! Your fucking shit is stuck, and I can't get it cleared!" Denji exclaimed angrily.
Power pointed to her chest and made a squeezing motion, leaving Denji bewildered by her actions.
"Huh?" Denji asked, clearly confused by her gestures.
With a wry grin, Power clarified, "A promise a promise. I'll let you feel my breasts, so... go for it!"
Denji's eyes widened in shock, and he hesitated. Power then put down the toilet lid and sat there, looking at him expectantly. Denji stood there, torn and looking down at her, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts.
"Look! How d'ya like it? You're happy right now, right?" Power asked, squeezing one of her melons suggestively.
Denji's face turned beet red as he wrestled with his inner conflict. He couldn't help but think about [y/n] and what she might say if she knew about this. On the other hand, he also realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He reluctantly agreed to himself.
While gazing at Power's antics, Denji found himself thinking, 'But what about [y/n]?... No, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.' He glanced at Power and couldn't help but blush, he thought since Power is showing off her breast
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