The defeat and deposition of demon king, Kuroo Tetsurou, is turned into such a grand spectacle that it's visible even from the heavens.
The angels don't celebrate a defeat such as this; they don't take pleasure in suffering, no matter whose it may be. There are murmurs of Oikawa Tooru, the new king, potentially more dangerous than the last. They need to bolster their defences. The demon king is free to wreak havoc in his own kingdom, but the chaos he brings is unwelcome here.
Kenma watches and listens, his expression impassive as it always is.
They need something more than what they already have. Kuroo, in his reign as demon king, rarely turned his eyes to the heavens. Oikawa is more ambitious, a little more chaotic, and undeniably stronger.
Nobody questions Kenma when he takes flight. They leave him to make his way into the shattered remains of what was once the demon king's throne room. The demons stay out of his way as well; they must assume that he is here to finish what Oikawa started.
Kenma supposes that he'll see about that.
He doesn't announce his presence, but the heat of his righteous flames gives him away all the same. He lets Kuroo watch him, lets him make his own conclusions. It's clear that he expects to die. Kenma looks over his broken body, and wonders if death would be a punishment, or a relief.
The choice isn't his to make, though. Not right now.
There's only one choice to be made at the moment and it isn't his to make. Kuroo, though defeated, is still powerful enough. He would make a good addition to their ranks. He would have information that could be vital to their victory.
For them, forgiveness isn't a virtue as much as it is a necessary skill for survival.
Kuroo is too proud for that, though. Kenma is unsurprised, and is equally unsurprised when Kuroo seems to think that the only alternative is death.
For someone who fought so hard against Oikawa, he's surprisingly willing to die.
Kenma doesn't give him the satisfaction. That's not what justice is here for and so he waits, his sword still outstretched. His arm is getting tired from holding it up for so long, but he doesn't let it show. As always, he doesn't let anything show.
Kuroo's expression, as a contrast, reads like a book.
Kenma can see the surprise written clearly on his face. The fascination. He sees the pain as it lances through Kuroo's body, as he extends his wing.
The name of Kuroo's weapon is harsh against Kenma's ears, grating and full of power. Kenma feels it as their flaming swords touch, feels the determination at Kuroo's very core.
It's a stretch to call the demon an ally just yet, Kenma thinks, but he's glad that he's found someone he can understand.
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T
supernatural themes
word count: 480
remix of
The defeat and deposition of demon king, Kuroo Tetsurou, is turned into such a grand spectacle that it's visible even from the heavens.
The angels don't celebrate a defeat such as this; they don't take pleasure in suffering, no matter whose it may be. There are murmurs of Oikawa Tooru, the new king, potentially more dangerous than the last. They need to bolster their defences. The demon king is free to wreak havoc in his own kingdom, but the chaos he brings is unwelcome here.
Kenma watches and listens, his expression impassive as it always is.
They need something more than what they already have. Kuroo, in his reign as demon king, rarely turned his eyes to the heavens. Oikawa is more ambitious, a little more chaotic, and undeniably stronger.
Nobody questions Kenma when he takes flight. They leave him to make his way into the shattered remains of what was once the demon king's throne room. The demons stay out of his way as well; they must assume that he is here to finish what Oikawa started.
Kenma supposes that he'll see about that.
He doesn't announce his presence, but the heat of his righteous flames gives him away all the same. He lets Kuroo watch him, lets him make his own conclusions. It's clear that he expects to die. Kenma looks over his broken body, and wonders if death would be a punishment, or a relief.
The choice isn't his to make, though. Not right now.
There's only one choice to be made at the moment and it isn't his to make. Kuroo, though defeated, is still powerful enough. He would make a good addition to their ranks. He would have information that could be vital to their victory.
For them, forgiveness isn't a virtue as much as it is a necessary skill for survival.
Kuroo is too proud for that, though. Kenma is unsurprised, and is equally unsurprised when Kuroo seems to think that the only alternative is death.
For someone who fought so hard against Oikawa, he's surprisingly willing to die.
Kenma doesn't give him the satisfaction. That's not what justice is here for and so he waits, his sword still outstretched. His arm is getting tired from holding it up for so long, but he doesn't let it show. As always, he doesn't let anything show.
Kuroo's expression, as a contrast, reads like a book.
Kenma can see the surprise written clearly on his face. The fascination. He sees the pain as it lances through Kuroo's body, as he extends his wing.
The name of Kuroo's weapon is harsh against Kenma's ears, grating and full of power. Kenma feels it as their flaming swords touch, feels the determination at Kuroo's very core.
It's a stretch to call the demon an ally just yet, Kenma thinks, but he's glad that he's found someone he can understand.