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From the moment he arrived, he knew something was off. He felt agitated, annoyed—the sensation pulled at his skin like when that damn vampire ruined his plans time and time again. He was positive this couldn't be because of her though, mostly she was gone for good this time. He set off at once for his original purpose of coming here, to see his— to see Yuri. Another emotion welled up inside of him, but that one he easily suppressed. It wouldn't take Terumi too long to reach the house where he was staying, especially because he was in a hurry now, even if he wouldn't admit it to himself. It was when he reached the top of the hill that he saw the reason for his displeasure, a group of figures cloaked in black. There should have been no one else around here, they had picked a desolate place for a reason.

Clink, clink. At some point he had summoned Ouroboros, which he was now running between his hands.

"Yo."

The group turned at once, both surprised and unimpressed at the stranger intruding on their meeting. He had a weapon, but it was one against ten so it hardly mattered. The leader of the group spoke up.

"Don't know who the heck you are, but you should turn around real fast if you know what's good for ya. Feelin generous tonight too so we won't even beat you up first if you leave now, pay for this job's real good. Someone must really want this sucker dead."

"...huh, so that's it?" That's what the source of this feeling was. Worry? Concern?

"Yup, that's it. So get lost before I change my mind and kill you too."

He didn't feel those things, he told himself.

"Didn't you hear me? Oh wait. We got some intel that it's possible he had a lover too or something. Don't tell me that's you?" The leader snickered. " Well one freak is good enough for another, right? Guess we'll just have to kill you first! Don't worry we'll be sure to tell Yuri all about how you died and all, before we kill him too."

Insults never mattered to him personally, unless he was rating them on how good they felt. This one if he had to rate it was mediocre, and hardly worth his time. Yet one image kept repeating in his head, and though they were still talking to him, he heard none of it.

Yuri. They were going to kill Yuri.

All at once the emotions inside him reached a breaking point. Ouroboros fell to the ground as laughter rolled out of him, subtle at first and then deafening. And then, it stopped.

"YOU'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD!!!"

To the assassins, it must have looked like a freak storm, the way the sky opened up and lightning fell. But storms weren’t green, and storms didn't barrel towards individuals like they had a purpose.

And when they opened their eyes they saw something, somebody else. It was easily over ten feet tall, pitch black, and clad in armor pulsing with an unnatural green light. It had no weapons, but it didn't need any, not when it's hands ended in curved, wicked claws. Susanoo, the God of Sea and Storms was its own weapon.

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"This is the judgement of a God."

The spine of the human filth before him cracked easily under his foot, and his gaze only lingered long enough to make sure it was dead. The landscape around him was utterly decimated, for even though he could have killed them without a second thought, restraint wasn’t something he practiced. Why would he, when his only urge was to destroy everything she created. Only destruction would grant him freedom, only destruction alleviated his cravings if only for a moment.

Suddenly a movement caught his eye, the approaching figure of yet another human. A human with long purple hair. There was the stirring of something then, as something within him told him that his one was different.

“Terumi! Terumi—oh jeez. That’s you right? Green really is your favorite color.” The raven haired swordsman stood a few feet back from the black and green entity, his sword swung over his shoulder.

“I was asleep y’know, but I guess even I can't sleep through everything.” His tone was casual like it normally was, but his eyes were too sharp in contrast for it to be convincing.

“So this is what you meant by your true body, huh? I dunno, aren't you overdoing it with the whole evil badass thing a bit?”

“...”

“ Well whatever, but I think you look better how you normally are. Besides they’re all dead whoever they were, so you can change back now.”

For several moments there was no response, before one came in a rumbling baritone.

“ You do not command Us.”

“You really are trying too hard to fit that stereotype. Besides, it was just a suggestion. Cept...”

Yuri really had no idea what he was dealing with, but he knew that Terumi could wreck enough havoc on a normal day over a cracked egg. Who knew what he was capable of when he was like this? Frankly he didn't want to find out, but he really had no choice. He couldn't just let him go off and kill more people, and it’s not like he could chase after him once he left with their difference in power (which he assumed was even larger now, given the whole “I make storm clouds thing”). Sliding into a battle stance could probably only end poorly for him, but it’s not like he was going to find self-restraint now of all times.

“I don't want you to just go off, you know? What if someone tries to hit on you, I might get jealous. So why don't we just have a go like we used to? “

Like before, there’s a pause followed by a low chuckle and a razor toothed grin.

“How reckless.”

“ Yeah, yeah, but I know it’s one of the things you like most about me!”

There was no more time for words, as the swordsman left forward to strike first.

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The fight had went predictably so, though Susanoo was content to watch the man try to hit him once. But he was fickle like most Gods, and that amusement waned soon enough and he found himself picking up the swordsman by the collar. He could kill him in an instant, yet he made no move to take such an action, feeling somehow that it gave him no benefit if he did. In fact, he felt like it was the opposite of what he wanted, despite the notion that he should only yearn for destruction.

“Ouch… didn't think I’d prefer for you to have your knives, but I definitely do now.” Yuri had several gashes from those claws, and probably a broken rib but that didn't stop him from smiling. Even if the situation was worse than he thought, he had to keep trying.

“Hey, Terumi. I still don't know what happened, but you don't need to be that anymore. You remember who I am? Yuri Lowell that guy you went through a murder thing with, and who made you an extravagant dinner after our first fight. But besides that how could you forget that I’m your-”

“ Consort. You are...my consort.”

“W-whaaat? Is that what you're gonna call me? I thought I was just your boyfriend.”

The situation is so ridiculous that he can't help but laugh, and a faint tinge of pink colored his cheeks. It was probably an awful idea, a downright terrible idea to laugh in the face of a God who’s one move away from killing you, yet…

It was exactly what Terumi needed. The words, the action, and most of all that cocky smile—it reminded him. This man was important, Yuri was important cause— Augh he hated being in this body, and why the hell was he holding onto Yuri like this?

It’s less flashy to leave his vessel then hop into it, but he still does so abruptly so it’s pretty surprising. There’s a height difference too, but he catches Yuri all the same, managing to do so bridal style even if he’s scowling as soon as he’s himself again.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“I didn’t even say anything yet! Is that really how you’re gonna talk to your-”

“Boyfriend. Now shut up about it! Do you have any idea how hard it is to talk in a suit of armor?” Ridiculous dialect change and excuse aside, it was the first time Terumi had called Yuri that, despite the other man asking him out some time ago.

“I have a freakin headache already so don’t go and add to it. Besides you don’t look like you’re up for a round two right now~.” It’s not like Terumi would say he was sorry, but he was already walking towards Yuri’s house still carrying him, with the somewhat uncomfortable realization that he really had lost. Stranger still, he didn’t really mind it.

Long as he didn’t call him a consort again, because he’s sure he’d never hear the end of it.

“Stupid ass archaic dialects.”