[That's what Chikusa's best bet is. Any reason that could come out of the demon's mouth- that he's interesting, that he's chosen in any way- would all be falsehoods. But that? To strike at the Church? He knows that's the most likely option.]
[That's how demons are. Remembering that helps steady himself.]
But I know the kinds of tricks your kind pulls. I don't have any intention of falling to them.
[Even if it's true... Even if he could have better.]
You have me misunderstood. I want to corrupt you, Chikusa Kakimoto. Your profession only sweetens the deal.
[It was said almost dismissively from the kitchen, Mukuro poking his head into the little opening of the counter.]
Would you like more tea?
[Said as easily if they were talking about the weather and not how Mukuro was currently planning to drag Chikusa into a sexy hell. As he let the tea steep, Mukuro chuckled lightly, leaning his hip idly against the counter.]
...Considering you just came out with saying you want to corrupt me, I can see that.
[It's nothing new to him, but for it to just come out and be said like that...]
[Wondering at the blunt response- did he just want to make things more difficult for himself as a challenge?- Chikusa points at the mug still set in front of him.]
[In the truth there was the lie, in the lie there was the truth. Demon 101 pretty much. Mukuro would tell the truth only so long as it suited him, and so long as it wasn't the whole and pure truth.]
Were the other demons you dealt with not as clever? What a pity.
[He waved off the response easily enough, heading back to the table to drop more sugar cubes into his tea.]
Though the ones you have met were all rather pathetic creatures.
[Someone might just be vain and tooting their own horn. Just a bit though.]
[They were, actually, but they weren't clever towards him. They hadn't hunted down his weakpoints like this. Chikusa wishes he were only still so lucky. As Mukuro comes back to the table, Chikusa leans back and away from him.]
I'd remind you that such gratuitous pride is a sin, but I suppose that's the point, isn't it? [Slowly, he raises an eyebrow.] Do you really need all that sugar?
[It was said dismissively as Mukuro ignored the way that the priest leaned away from him, as if that would save him if Mukuro decided to actually get serious. Luckily for the other man, possession wasn't what he was after. Well, not the normal use of the word at any rate.
That slight barb was met with soft chuckling, Mukuro flicking his gaze up to meet Chikusa's.]
Is it gratuitous if it's the truth? [And, just to be a shit, he put one more sugar cube into the mug, stirring it leisurely.] You've never indulged yourself much, have you? Even your collection of books and hats are rather modest.
[That is to say, Chikusa has never cared for people who've boasted about themselves. Perhaps it's general apathy, or his inability to connect with others, or simply his upbringing. Don't fall prey to the seven sins... Things like that.]
[It's that last one which certainly comes into show as he frowns at that next observation.]
...I shouldn't have to explain that to you. Over indulgence isn't something encouraged.
[As if he would ever. Chikusa sighs and drops the subject, because it's too tiresome to carry on. They're already on something that's even moreso, after all.]
Just because others give into temptation doesn't mean I should, or that I will. Besides... [He glances suspiciously at Mukuro as he sips his tea.] Why should I accept life advice from a demon?
Can you really call what you're doing living? Isn't it more existing?
[Mukuro only paused to take a long sip of his tea, expression completely self-satisfied. He rested his gaze on Chikusa Kakimoto's face, one eyebrow raised.]
The truth is, if you weren't interested in what I had to say, you would never have agreed to these visits.
[Quietly, his fingers curl tighter around the porcelain handle. Existing. Not living. They're synonyms, but they mean two completely different things. He glances away, not wanting to let the demon win this particular round of conversatin, but not knowing how to defend himself, either.]
...You said you might tell me about the alternatives a demon has to existing. That's the only reason I invited you. Nothing more.
[The lie was thick in the air, enough so that Mukuro could lean in and lap it up easier than he could the tea in front of him, but he would leave Chikusa Kakimoto his weak defense and come back to it another day. As it was now, the bond between them was tenuous, easily broken. While Mukuro could gain access to the young priest's dreams, it would take effort, time, and energy if he was not a wanted guest. And in the long run, he would be a wanted guest. He would just need to be patient for the time being, and feed Chikusa Kakimoto enough crumbs to keep him interested, until he knew the right questions to ask and Mukuro would not have to be stingy with the answers.
He leaned back in his chair with a small sigh, turning his gaze upwards.]
There are many, and I don't feel like divulging much to a priest. I would hope you understand, because such knowledge can drive a man mad, much less one of faith.
[He turned his mismatched gaze to Chikusa's face, eyes narrowed and blazing.]
Demons can become human. If you take one strong enough, who has a willing vessel, they can walk amongst humans.
[He made a face, waving a hand airily.]
Not many of my kind can do so, and I have only done so a handful of times. It is rarely worth it. But for you...
[He leaned forward, assessing, letting the sentence trail off and stall out.
'Rarely worth it' being a vast understatement. The vessel had to be tailor made for a demon or else they didn't last, a demon in a human body risked the chance of dying and having to spend centuries rebuilding their powers, or worse, being sent to heaven. Not to mention every sense was blunted, powers were practically nonexistent, and in a human body one was limited and fair game for other demons.
He took another sip of his tea, turning his gaze away to look out the window.]
It is different from possession, where you have to fight a vessel for each second you breathe out of their stolen lungs. It is more symbiotic. Should I go on?
[On one hand, it sounds like half an excuse to not divulge much information at all. "Knowledge that can drive a man mad" is a statement that relies heavily on the other party, after all.]
[Yet... He'll admit that his bias speaking. Years of training have told him how demons lie. By all means, perhaps this is still just more falsehoods meant to keep him satiated, but... He did say he'd be more open if he was given a truth. The demon has proven he can at this point.]
[It's... something to not outright dismiss.]
[Especially not at that intrigue revelation and the way those eyes seem to pierce through him. Chikusa listens intently, fascination livening up an otherwise dead stare, and he stays quiet to absorb the knowledge.]
[His fingers rub against the mug, a hint of his quiet thoughts.]
...What could the vessel in that scenario possibly benefit from it all?
[What could the demon, for that matter, but Chikusa will leave that for later.]
[Was that look of interest that of a priest who was learning of potentially more ways to slay demons or of someone who had never been truly fascinated by anything? It was a gamble, but Mukuro was willing to bet on the latter. All of his textbooks had been of the same sort, nothing amiss among them, not a stray book to portray anything fanciful. Chikusa Kakimoto seemed like a man who had only lived on one path and had blinded himself to everything else. Or perhaps, just detached himself from everything else, though in the end, did it really matter?
The question made Mukuro turn his gaze back to the priest, smirk sharp.]
Interested in becoming a vessel, are you?
[He waved a hand dismissively as soon as the question was asked, ready to answer since there was no harm in it.]
I am sure you have seen much suffering in this lifetime. People who cannot move or speak or hear whether through accident or birth. Parents who have lost children far too young. Children who have lost family so early they can't recall their faces. Lovers who have been separated by war, tyranny, for no reason at all.
[He paused, eyes hooded.]
There are people who curse your god and would love to see him ripped from his throne and brought to his knees before them to answer for what he's done. There are those with nothing to lose, whose prayers will never be answered by anyone but a demon.
[He set his mug down on the table, idly tracing the rim of it with one long, gloved finger.]
You ask what people have to gain from being a vessel to a demon, but what do you have to gain from being faithful to your god? At least you can be sure demons exist.
[Even as Mukuro's hand starts to move, Chikusa's mouth is open in indignation and he's shifted forward in his seat. If not for the lazy gesture cutting him off- well. Likely, he wouldn't have said anything unusual. Still, offense bristles through his lanky frame, not letting it rest as he settles back in his seat to listen.]
[Although whether it's from the affront he's taken at that mocking question, or because one of those scenarios hits a little too close to him, even Chikusa couldn't say. More likely than not, he doesn't want to think on the true answer.]
I can be just as sure that God exists as much as you do. Your existence essentially proves it, in fact.
[My, my, wasn't that interesting? Mukuro leaned forward, elbows on the table as if he could somehow drink Chikusa Kakimoto's anger straight from him if he was close enough, eyes half lidded and intent. His voice hissed out almost like a snake's, whip quick and ceaseless.]
None of us has seen him since we were cast out. For all we know, he has long since been killed by the devil and his corpse has been left to bleed out on his throne. All our existence proves is this: we are listening and yet your god is not.
[He canted his head to the side, hair spilling across his shoulder.]
For all that you have seen, have you ever once witnessed a miracle?
[Demons are liars whispers through him once again, powered by bitter anger that feels too hot to his usual lukewarm existence, and latched onto by desperate need. The kernel of uncertainty will come later, will remember the truth about his parents' divorce and unfaithfulness.... But not now.]
[For now, he curls both hands around his mug as though to restrain himself, frowning sharply.]
A surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency.
[Did he just blandly quote the dictionary? Absolutely. It's more to see if he can annoy the demon, however, than a serious answer. That comes after he's had another sip of tea, glancing up to meet those eyes.]
...But, for me, it's when humans accomplish something beyond their ability. Beyond their station. I witness those miracles every time I perform an exorcism.
[One of these days, Mukuro was going to hit Chikusa Kakimoto upside the head with a dictionary, presumably after he tore out the page that had the definition of 'smart ass' on it and chucked it at him repeatedly. Because who said demons had to be mature beings full of poise? No one.
He did scoff slightly, but otherwise kept quiet.
As for the personal definition of miracles, Mukuro didn't look too impressed.]
You've never considered you were the exception and not the rule?
[And with that, he finishes his tea. The mug gets left on the counter, because, despite its appearances, it's not really his house. It's a fake. So it's not his problem if a mug is left out on a table. Pushing himself up, he raises an eyebrow down at the demon.]
You like asking questions with obvious answers we both know, don't you?
[Mukuro looked up at the priest from underneath his lashes, smirk wide and wicked.]
My dear priest, I merely enjoy forcing you to look at what you've shied away from so long. If it means I have to be repetitive and blunt, I will do so without restraint. [It wasn't like Chikusa Kakimoto was the most difficult customer he had on his plate, but the one who held his attention the most at the moment.] Or would you prefer flirting?
What reason is there for me to consider it? I know that can't be true. I'm not the first priest to successfully exorcise a demon and I'm not the last. [Crossing his arms, unimpressed, he frowns.] I'm not going to believe in that kind of blatant lie.
[And yes, he's well aware of Mukuro's opinion on what lies he will believe in. More theological arguments.]
[Then again, it's better than the alternative, and Chikusa puts on his most disinterested expression.]
Not many have ever been able to do so as often as you have, or with demons as strong as you have driven out.
[Still, he would leave it for now if Chikusa Kakimoto was not going to budge ( for now ) on his thinking. Instead, he was far more interested in the other topic, chuckling softly as he finished off his tea.]
It's amusing. Has no one ever done so with you before?
[Most likely not, considering the priest's occupation, disposition, and reaction.
As much as he would like to tease him more, it would be time to leave soon. Even though the young priest seemed to be fine with treating this place with disregard, a bit biting considering how much effort Mukuro had put into it, he stood up to go wash out both of their cups.]
I suppose the answer is obvious enough. I'll leave you to your rest, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[One of these days, he's going to try blessing water in one of those dreams, just to see if he can throw some in that demon's face again.]
[For now, however, just like the time before, he wakes up and rolls right back onto his face to escape the sun and chase after the conversations he remembers having. They're still crystal clear, thankfully, and he goes over them a few times in his head before deciding on something. Instead of immediately going about his usual routine, he goes to his shelf and takes out one of the empty sketchbooks. There, in detail, he writes down everything about the dream.]
[Especially the part about demons and humans.]
[After that, well... What more can he do? The schedule of his life awaits. This time, however, he.... tries. To change. He goes through the clothes in his closet and picks out those that don't fit or have holes in them to be donated later, finds new ones. He upgrades his old laptop that seems relieved to be put out of its misery. He goes for walks instead of hiding in his apartment.]
[It's not helping. There's still something he's not understanding. He does his best to remind himself that these things take time, and adds it into his prayers.]
[He'll be fine. He tries to tell himself this, and does his best not to think of the demon anymore. There's no reason for him to call out to that creature again. The first time, after all, was in exchange for his mentor. The second to learn the answer to a question.]
[...The apartment is always so empty when he returns to it.]
[It's been over a week since that last dream, nearing two in fact, when Chikusa finally pauses to stare at book he'd first written Mukuro's name in. The original page, he had made sure to cleanse and burn and be rid of it. Just in case. But...]
[Curiosity- and nothing else he tells himself, willing it to be true- has him try it again. A single written name in a blank page. Mukuro.]
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[That's what Chikusa's best bet is. Any reason that could come out of the demon's mouth- that he's interesting, that he's chosen in any way- would all be falsehoods. But that? To strike at the Church? He knows that's the most likely option.]
[That's how demons are. Remembering that helps steady himself.]
But I know the kinds of tricks your kind pulls. I don't have any intention of falling to them.
[Even if it's true... Even if he could have better.]
[But he's seen this story play out before.]
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[It was said almost dismissively from the kitchen, Mukuro poking his head into the little opening of the counter.]
Would you like more tea?
[Said as easily if they were talking about the weather and not how Mukuro was currently planning to drag Chikusa into
a sexyhell. As he let the tea steep, Mukuro chuckled lightly, leaning his hip idly against the counter.]I am not like most other demons.
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[It's nothing new to him, but for it to just come out and be said like that...]
[Wondering at the blunt response- did he just want to make things more difficult for himself as a challenge?- Chikusa points at the mug still set in front of him.]
I've barely touched this cup. I'm fine as I am.
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Were the other demons you dealt with not as clever? What a pity.
[He waved off the response easily enough, heading back to the table to drop more sugar cubes into his tea.]
Though the ones you have met were all rather pathetic creatures.
[Someone might just be vain and tooting their own horn. Just a bit though.]
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[They were, actually, but they weren't clever towards him. They hadn't hunted down his weakpoints like this. Chikusa wishes he were only still so lucky. As Mukuro comes back to the table, Chikusa leans back and away from him.]
I'd remind you that such gratuitous pride is a sin, but I suppose that's the point, isn't it? [Slowly, he raises an eyebrow.] Do you really need all that sugar?
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[It was said dismissively as Mukuro ignored the way that the priest leaned away from him, as if that would save him if Mukuro decided to actually get serious. Luckily for the other man, possession wasn't what he was after. Well, not the normal use of the word at any rate.
That slight barb was met with soft chuckling, Mukuro flicking his gaze up to meet Chikusa's.]
Is it gratuitous if it's the truth? [And, just to be a shit, he put one more sugar cube into the mug, stirring it leisurely.] You've never indulged yourself much, have you? Even your collection of books and hats are rather modest.
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[That is to say, Chikusa has never cared for people who've boasted about themselves. Perhaps it's general apathy, or his inability to connect with others, or simply his upbringing. Don't fall prey to the seven sins... Things like that.]
[It's that last one which certainly comes into show as he frowns at that next observation.]
...I shouldn't have to explain that to you. Over indulgence isn't something encouraged.
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[It was said almost teasingly, the touch of mockery undoubtedly ruining the effect.
At Chikusa's second retort, Mukuro only shook his head sadly, making a slight 'tsk, tsk' noise.]
Yet many of your faith do so easily and without second thought. Why should you hold yourself to standards? Especially when it brings you no joy?
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Just because others give into temptation doesn't mean I should, or that I will. Besides... [He glances suspiciously at Mukuro as he sips his tea.] Why should I accept life advice from a demon?
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[Mukuro only paused to take a long sip of his tea, expression completely self-satisfied. He rested his gaze on Chikusa Kakimoto's face, one eyebrow raised.]
The truth is, if you weren't interested in what I had to say, you would never have agreed to these visits.
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...You said you might tell me about the alternatives a demon has to existing. That's the only reason I invited you. Nothing more.
Are you going to tell me?
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He leaned back in his chair with a small sigh, turning his gaze upwards.]
There are many, and I don't feel like divulging much to a priest. I would hope you understand, because such knowledge can drive a man mad, much less one of faith.
[He turned his mismatched gaze to Chikusa's face, eyes narrowed and blazing.]
Demons can become human. If you take one strong enough, who has a willing vessel, they can walk amongst humans.
[He made a face, waving a hand airily.]
Not many of my kind can do so, and I have only done so a handful of times. It is rarely worth it. But for you...
[He leaned forward, assessing, letting the sentence trail off and stall out.
'Rarely worth it' being a vast understatement. The vessel had to be tailor made for a demon or else they didn't last, a demon in a human body risked the chance of dying and having to spend centuries rebuilding their powers, or worse, being sent to heaven. Not to mention every sense was blunted, powers were practically nonexistent, and in a human body one was limited and fair game for other demons.
He took another sip of his tea, turning his gaze away to look out the window.]
It is different from possession, where you have to fight a vessel for each second you breathe out of their stolen lungs. It is more symbiotic. Should I go on?
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[Yet... He'll admit that his bias speaking. Years of training have told him how demons lie. By all means, perhaps this is still just more falsehoods meant to keep him satiated, but... He did say he'd be more open if he was given a truth. The demon has proven he can at this point.]
[It's... something to not outright dismiss.]
[Especially not at that intrigue revelation and the way those eyes seem to pierce through him. Chikusa listens intently, fascination livening up an otherwise dead stare, and he stays quiet to absorb the knowledge.]
[His fingers rub against the mug, a hint of his quiet thoughts.]
...What could the vessel in that scenario possibly benefit from it all?
[What could the demon, for that matter, but Chikusa will leave that for later.]
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The question made Mukuro turn his gaze back to the priest, smirk sharp.]
Interested in becoming a vessel, are you?
[He waved a hand dismissively as soon as the question was asked, ready to answer since there was no harm in it.]
I am sure you have seen much suffering in this lifetime. People who cannot move or speak or hear whether through accident or birth. Parents who have lost children far too young. Children who have lost family so early they can't recall their faces. Lovers who have been separated by war, tyranny, for no reason at all.
[He paused, eyes hooded.]
There are people who curse your god and would love to see him ripped from his throne and brought to his knees before them to answer for what he's done. There are those with nothing to lose, whose prayers will never be answered by anyone but a demon.
[He set his mug down on the table, idly tracing the rim of it with one long, gloved finger.]
You ask what people have to gain from being a vessel to a demon, but what do you have to gain from being faithful to your god? At least you can be sure demons exist.
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[Although whether it's from the affront he's taken at that mocking question, or because one of those scenarios hits a little too close to him, even Chikusa couldn't say. More likely than not, he doesn't want to think on the true answer.]
I can be just as sure that God exists as much as you do. Your existence essentially proves it, in fact.
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None of us has seen him since we were cast out. For all we know, he has long since been killed by the devil and his corpse has been left to bleed out on his throne. All our existence proves is this: we are listening and yet your god is not.
[He canted his head to the side, hair spilling across his shoulder.]
For all that you have seen, have you ever once witnessed a miracle?
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[For now, he curls both hands around his mug as though to restrain himself, frowning sharply.]
It depends on your definition of a miracle.
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[Mukuro leaned back in his chair, taking up his own mug again, eyes latched onto Chikusa Kakimoto's face.]
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[Did he just blandly quote the dictionary? Absolutely. It's more to see if he can annoy the demon, however, than a serious answer. That comes after he's had another sip of tea, glancing up to meet those eyes.]
...But, for me, it's when humans accomplish something beyond their ability. Beyond their station. I witness those miracles every time I perform an exorcism.
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He did scoff slightly, but otherwise kept quiet.
As for the personal definition of miracles, Mukuro didn't look too impressed.]
You've never considered you were the exception and not the rule?
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[And with that, he finishes his tea. The mug gets left on the counter, because, despite its appearances, it's not really his house. It's a fake. So it's not his problem if a mug is left out on a table. Pushing himself up, he raises an eyebrow down at the demon.]
You like asking questions with obvious answers we both know, don't you?
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[Mukuro looked up at the priest from underneath his lashes, smirk wide and wicked.]
My dear priest, I merely enjoy forcing you to look at what you've shied away from so long. If it means I have to be repetitive and blunt, I will do so without restraint. [It wasn't like Chikusa Kakimoto was the most difficult customer he had on his plate, but the one who held his attention the most at the moment.] Or would you prefer flirting?
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[And yes, he's well aware of Mukuro's opinion on what lies he will believe in. More theological arguments.]
[Then again, it's better than the alternative, and Chikusa puts on his most disinterested expression.]
Why do you always return to that?
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[Still, he would leave it for now if Chikusa Kakimoto was not going to budge ( for now ) on his thinking. Instead, he was far more interested in the other topic, chuckling softly as he finished off his tea.]
It's amusing. Has no one ever done so with you before?
[Most likely not, considering the priest's occupation, disposition, and reaction.
As much as he would like to tease him more, it would be time to leave soon. Even though the young priest seemed to be fine with treating this place with disregard, a bit biting considering how much effort Mukuro had put into it, he stood up to go wash out both of their cups.]
I suppose the answer is obvious enough. I'll leave you to your rest, Chikusa Kakimoto.
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[For now, however, just like the time before, he wakes up and rolls right back onto his face to escape the sun and chase after the conversations he remembers having. They're still crystal clear, thankfully, and he goes over them a few times in his head before deciding on something. Instead of immediately going about his usual routine, he goes to his shelf and takes out one of the empty sketchbooks. There, in detail, he writes down everything about the dream.]
[Especially the part about demons and humans.]
[After that, well... What more can he do? The schedule of his life awaits. This time, however, he.... tries. To change. He goes through the clothes in his closet and picks out those that don't fit or have holes in them to be donated later, finds new ones. He upgrades his old laptop that seems relieved to be put out of its misery. He goes for walks instead of hiding in his apartment.]
[It's not helping. There's still something he's not understanding. He does his best to remind himself that these things take time, and adds it into his prayers.]
[He'll be fine. He tries to tell himself this, and does his best not to think of the demon anymore. There's no reason for him to call out to that creature again. The first time, after all, was in exchange for his mentor. The second to learn the answer to a question.]
[...The apartment is always so empty when he returns to it.]
[It's been over a week since that last dream, nearing two in fact, when Chikusa finally pauses to stare at book he'd first written Mukuro's name in. The original page, he had made sure to cleanse and burn and be rid of it. Just in case. But...]
[Curiosity- and nothing else he tells himself, willing it to be true- has him try it again. A single written name in a blank page. Mukuro.]
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