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The Demons Within (Danti/Septiplier) - Ch. 16

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Jack kept pressing buttons and moving around on the couch with his controller as he is completely focused on the game. Mark mentally groaned in despair as he asked Dark to take over his hands so Jack won’t notice Mark’s lack of focus on gaming.

“What the fuckity fuck, Dark?!” Mark shouted in his head.

“Yeah?” Dark replied, nonchalantly.

“What the hell did you mean by randomly blurting out baseball?! It’s not helping with ANYTHING!”

“Calm your balls, will you?”

“Sure. Yeah. Calm down while Jack here suddenly let out an insanely creepy laugh when whooping my ass in this battle. Which I’m only letting him win by the way. And then my own demon half blurt out the most random thing ever in my head!” Mark rambled in his mind.

“Shut it.” Dark said. “I said baseball because I had an idea and obviously, I should have reported to both Pain and dad multiple times for the past few hours. Those feelings might be tiny but hey they were something.”

Mark rolled his eyes. “You promised.”

“Sure yeah.” Dark scoffed. “You gonna let me explain and finally let you get back to your stupid game? I’m not helping you win this, your character sucks.”

“Hwoarang doesn’t suck!” Mark retorted.

“Yeah, he fucking sucks. The fact that Lili is kicking him repeatedly in the face right now proves so.”

“Stop judging my character choice in the games and tell me what the fuck you meant by saying baseball. And if it was some sort of analogy to getting to third base or hitting a home run in a sexual way, don’t even make a sound.”

“Ah.” Dark said, teasing the already fuming Mark.

“Daaaaaaar-” Mark started, only to get interrupted.

“You and I don’t really get along, huh?” Dark asked, chuckling in the process. “Baseball, Mark. Three strikes. I’m giving you three chances. Any positive and affectionate emotions for either Jack or Anti that is strong enough to affect even me is one strike. Three strikes and you’re fucking out.”

Mark let out sigh. “Why won’t you guys just let this be?”

“Why are you such a dense and stubborn little bitch about your emotions?” Dark asked back.

“Why are you such a dense and stubborn little bitch about my emotions?” Mark retorted in his mind.

Dark went silent for a moment. “Touché…but I intend to stay this way.”

“So am I, you demon bitch.” Mark growled.

The red haired demi-demon snapped back to reality when he heard his name being called repeatedly. “Mark? Yo, MARK! MARKIMOOOOOOOOO!”

“Uh…wh-yeah?”Mark said, his attention on the confused Jack.

“Well, you’re not playing at all. Like your character is standing there getting his ass kicked.” Jack explained. “What’s gotten into that head of yours, hm?”

Mark let out a long sigh through his nose and closed his eyes, trying not to explode in anger right then and there. “Daaaaaark…” He said in his mind.

“I had to make you stop somehow. The game was getting boring anyway.” Dark said.

When Mark opened his eyes, he froze. There’s Jack’s face, too close to his own face for comfort, with a slightly worried look.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Mark?” Jack asked, leaning over a bit more. “You look troubled and uncomfortable. You keep furrowing your eyebrows.” Mark felt Jack’s thumb loosening his muscles between his brows, but didn’t notice his face getting redder by the second.

“Now you’re all red!” Mark’s eyes widened as Jack’s face leaned in even closer, feeling his forehead with his own. “If you don’t have a fever, what’s going on with you?”

Mark gulped. His nose touching Jack’s as he stared into the pools of blue right in front of him. “I-I’m alright, Jack, don’t worry.”

Jack slowly retreated back to his spot on the couch, still worried. “Are you sure, Mark? If you’re feeling uncomfortable, you should tell me. I don’t wanna lose you…”

Mark watched Jack’s eyes lose their shine and looked down towards his lap, sadness radiating off them. He felt a certain feeling of guilt spreading across his chest and the uncontrollable need to protect this creature in front of him.

He moved to wrap an arm around Jack, holding the smaller body close to his chest. “I promise, Jack. You won’t lose me…ever.”

Jack let out a giggle and hugged Mark back. “Alright, you big doof!”

Mark hugged tighter, feeling as if it wasn’t enough to assure Jack.

“You’re so warm, Mark. You’re like a walking furnace.” Jack said quietly, nuzzling into Mark’s shoulder.

Mark’s chest filled with warmth as he got lost in the moment. Jack giggled and let go of the hug. “Maaaark. Thanks for the reassurance but you can let go of me now.”

Mark snapped back to reality and let go of Jack. “Sorry…”

“It’s alright.” Jack smiled. “Let’s find something else to do.” He said as he got off the couch.

Mark furrowed his eyebrows as Dark’s voice echoed in his mind with that annoyingly smug tone. “Strike one.”

“Shut up, Dark.” Mark grumbled.

“No.”

Mark sighed, grabbing his backpack only to realize that they have not done their homework at all. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong Mark?” Jack asked.

Mark took the pile of papers and notebooks out of his bag. “Homework.”

Jack closed his eyes as he palmed his forehead. “I completely forgot about that.”

Mark shrugged. “Better do it if we wanna pass and graduate high school.”

“You’re right. Not like it’s going to be a challenge.” Jack grabbed his own bag and sat at the table with Mark following him.

“Alright, what homework do we have and what do we do first?” Mark asked.

Jack shrugged. “We have almost every class together. Except I have business standard level and economics standard level while you have physics higher level and chemistry standard level.”

“Let’s do math first since it’s easy for us.” Mark suggested. He pulled out the math textbook and the homework book starting to do the problems, while at the same wondering why Dark is suddenly so quiet.

***

“Do you two not have homework?” Death asked Pain and Panic, who’s loitering around and chewing on a zebra leg.

“They were done the second they were given to us.” Panic said. “We are your minions after all. It’s easy shit.”

Pain nodded in agreement and continued to gnaw at his meat.

Suddenly, a large ball of flame erupted in front of everyone, causing sparks to flicker everywhere. Panic yelped and hopped onto Pain’s lap, hugging for his dear life, while War got blasted back onto the wall. Death was just glad that he can float.

The flames disappeared to show a half-naked Dark standing there with his arms crossed. “Hey old man…or demon. How’s it going?”

War stayed stuck onto the wall as a T-shape and grunted. “What are you doing here, Dark?”

“I can’t come to my kinda sorta home and visit?” Dark asked innocently, walking to his demon dad.

“We both know you’re not here for that.” War rolled his eyes.

“It was getting boring in that head of his.” Dark shrugged. “He wouldn’t have any trouble finishing without me in his mind. It’s not like that power stuck with me only.”

“You do know he’s gonna either fall into unconscious if you left him too long.” War informed.

Dark scoffed. “I’m not dumb, dad. That bracelet is to keep us intact even when we’re fully developed, isn’t it? All i had to do was leave a small part of me in him, and he’ll be fine. Now get off the wall.”

As War just got off being stuck on the wall, a large blast of green lightning strikes the exact same spot Dark landed on, and blasted War deeper into that same dent on the wall. Death’s cloak flailed behind him like a cape from the impact. Pain and Panic hid behind a random giant boulder in the room.

As everything died down, there stood Anti posing dramatically. “Greetings my pretties~!”

“Looking good, Anti.” Dark smirked at Anti’s outfit, still the same as Jack’s current one. “Jack didn’t change?”

“Nah.” Anti shake his head to get dust off his hair.

The green haired demi-demon looked around and his eyes landed on his dad. He burst out laughing at Death’s messed up hair, some sticking up from the static due to that lightning strike, others just all over the place from the impact.

Death desperately tried to fix his hair. “Yes, hello Anti.” He grumbled. “Figured you would be here after Dark made his appearance.”

“Oh, is it really that obvious?” Anti asked innocently. “Homework is boring after all. Besides, I didn’t sense Dark in Markimoo so I figured he came here.”

“Anything to physically interact with him…” War said quietly to himself.

“Oh I heard that, future father-in-law.” Anti said, wiggling his pointy ears to prove his point. “And why not?” The smaller demi-demon suddenly phased into the ground. His top half body suddenly poked out of the wall next to War and close to Dark. “Anything to touch this masterpiece physically, and as me.” Anti smirked as he caressed Dark’s revealed chest and quickly stole a kiss from him. Anti quickly phased back into the wall before Dark can react and flew out from the ground, landing next to Death’s side.

“I see your powers are evolving quite well.” Death said.

“You never told me you had powers like a phantom, pops.” Anti said. “It’s so much fun!”

Death rolled his eyes. “I am Death, Anti. Death! If I have to catch souls or spirits, I have to be able to chase them through solids blockades.”

Anti burst out laughing. “I suppose it would be hilarious for you to be chasing some soul and you smashed head-on into a wall! Much like poor future father-in-law who seems to be stuck.”

Everyone else turned their heads to find Dark trying to pull his father out of the wall. Pain and Panic sweatdropped. Their bosses are idiots.

Death palmed his forehead. “War, just flex.”

“Oh yeah!” War said, as Dark stepped back. The demon of destruction flexed hard with a loud grunt, crumbling the stone wall that is trapping him. He comfortably stepped down onto the floor and flicked the dust and rubble off him.

“It’s no wonder mom said he’s lacking the brains in exchange for the brawns.” Anti whispered to Death, causing Death to nod in agreement.

“What did you say?” War asked, raising a brow.

“Uh…I said it’s no wonder prom is racking names in exchange from prawns?” Anti blurted out from the top of his head with a sheepish look.

Death turned his head, laughing silently into his hand, as War looked confused.

Dark cleared his throat. “So, I’m sure you all were watching us. As if you ever stop…”

“No. We don’t. Even Pain and Panic watch you guys when you two aren’t with them.” Death exposed.

“Hey! That was a secret!” Pain and Panic shouted in unison.

Anti hissed with a smirk. “So if anything steamy’s going on, they might be watching.” He wiggled his brows at Dark suggestively. “I hope you are an exhibitionist.”

Dark turned his head, slightly blushing. “As I was saying…”

Anti giggled. “Oh don’t be shy, Darkipoo.” He said, hooking Dark’s chin with his forefinger, turning the bigger demi-demon’s head back to face himself. “Even if they aren’t watching, I bet someone who comes from here watches people have sex all the time. Like those idiots in who love sucking souls out of dicks, dad.” He raised a brow at Death.

Death rolled his eyes. “Not like I can control what they do.”

“You’re their leader, dad!” Anti shouted.

“Oh please. I’m your DAD and I barely can control whatever the hell you’re up to.” Death said.

Panic laughed. “He’s got a point!”

Dark cleared his throat. “Anyway…like I said, I’m sure all of you were watching, and I’m glad Anti inputted every seduction technique known from his father’s uh minion teachings?” He said, not entirely sure of the term he used.

“And how did you know, Dark?” Anti giggled.

Dark held onto Anti’s waist. “I should know since Jack turned up his level of seduction and I couldn’t sense that it wasn’t you taking over any of his body part.” He smirked. “In fact, I bet Jack doesn’t even know what he’s doing.”

“And you be correct.” Anti laid his chin on Dark’s broad shoulder, tracing Dark’s lower lip with his thumb.

“Will you guys stop being so gross?” Panic rolled his eyes. “Both your dads are here, y’know?”

Dark and Anti diverted their gazes to their fathers, finding War fake gagging and Death just facepalming so hard.

“They watch us anyway.” Anti shrugged.

“Not purposely for that material!” Pain shouted.

“Well anyway, the techniques are stuck with Jack forever. Once his mind gets the hang of it, he will be able to get anyone he wants…” Anti smirked at Dark. “You think your poor little human half can take it?”

Dark shrugged. “I think his denseness is powerful enough to defend from that.”

Anti shook his head with a smile. “What about you, Mr. muscular and mighty?”

Dark chuckled. “I already have a hard time resisting you, poison pie.”

“Don’t you just say the sweetest poison to have me addicted?” Anti tapped Dark’s nose.

“Ok please stop! I can’t take this anymore!” Panic shouted, dragging Pain out of the den.

War and Death gave their offsprings a dead look and merely removed themselves out as well.

Anti sighed and lifted his head away from Dark’s shoulder. “Now that we’re finally alone…”

Dark kissed Anti’s forehead. “I’m sorry, Anti.”

“Mmm, no don’t be.” Anti sighed. “Our human halves are right. We don’t love each other.”

Dark laid his forehead on Anti’s. “Then why are we still doing things like this?”

“Because we’re forced.” Anti closed his eyes. “And our human halves ruined it all by making us think too much.”

“They do have a point.” Dark kissed Anti’s nose. “You do know the subconscious attraction can fade.”

“Of course I know.” Anti opened his eyes and smiled. “It’s the most used spell in the underworld to make humans give in to their sins.” He said.

“And when it passes, people either regret what they have done…or they continue committing, turning it into an obsession.” Dark finished.

“So Dark.” Anti hugged the red-haired demi-demon’s neck. “Would you rather us be an obsession?”

Dark leaned close to the point where their lips almost touch. “I’d rather it be something less creepy and a lot more oomph.” He whispered.

“I’m sure that can be arranged.” Anti whispered back.

The two demi-demons stared at each other with half-lidded eyes, wanting so much more yet unsure of what exactly do they want. Yet, they threw away their doubts, because all they want right now is each other’s presence. Concluding those thoughts, Anti smirked as Dark raised a brow, both closing the gap between them.

***

Back up to the surface of the Earth in Mark’s humble home, both humans are almost done with their homework. However, things seemed a little too quiet for the both of them and the atmosphere quickly turned awkward.

“So…um…” Jack started, not really knowing what to say. “How’s physics?”

“A little complicated with a lot of equations but I can handle it. How’s your economics?” Mark asked back.

“Just graphs graphs and more graphs.” Jack sighed. “This is boring.”

“Well, no one made homework to be fun.” Mark mumbled, focusing on the current problem he’s trying to solve from his textbook.

When Jack finally finished all six subjects of homework and packed it all back in his pack. He looked up at Mark, who’s still doing the last bit of his physics homework.

Jack leaned back in his chair and looked at his outfit. It lost all its potential and even he’s sick of it. “I’ll be in the bathroom.” He said, standing up.

Mark grunted, indicating that he heard him.

Jack slightly pouted from the lack of attention and grabbed his phone with him to the bathroom. He sighed and looked at himself in the mirror. “Am I not attractive?” Jack asked himself.

“The fuck are you talking about?” Jack jumped at the voice and looked around. No one seems to be there.

“Down here, idiot!” Jack looked down on his phone to find Felix’s frowning face.

“Fe?” Jack picked up his phone. “I didn’t call you…nor did I answer a call from you.”

Felix rolled his eyes. “I’m still a demon, you moron.”

“Oh…” Jack said. “Where’s Ken?”

“I don’t know. He’s somewhere.” Felix shrugged. “Anyway-“ He froze. “What the fuck, you’re still wearing that?”

Jack looked at what he’s wearing. “I know. I’m thinking of changing but I don’t know what to change in, and Mark’s clothes are way too fucking big!”

“I would tell you to talk to your demon half and get him to magically change your outfit, but he’s sucking faces with Dark back there.” Felix said, pointing behind him with his thumb.

“So that’s why it’s so quiet in my head.” Jack said.

“It’s a good attempt man, but the outfit lost it’s potential.” Felix said.

“I know!” Jack shouted at his phone. “I wanna change.”

“Well, I know just the outfit for you.” Felix smiled, his blue eyes turning grey.

Jack raised a brow at his demon protector before he noticed how his outfit is changing whilst still on his body. Mark’s shirt faded to a fitting black t-shirt with the words ‘Try and Catch Me’ in white and block letters. The shorts he wore suddenly stretched to cover his legs as dark blue skin-tight skinny jeans. His whole outfit basically emphasizing his curves.

“Damn, nice hips, Jack.” Felix smirked with a twinkle in his eye.

“Thanksssss…I guess?” Jack mumbled. “How this outfit supposed to help? It’s covering everything.”

Felix rolled his eyes. “It isn’t always about the amount of skin one shows, Jack. That would be called slutty. I thought Anti filled you with the art of seduction.”

“I didn't even know what the fuck I was doing.” Jack crossed his arm, leaning his weight on one hip. “And what happened to Mark’s clothes?”

“You’re doing perfectly fine from what I see. Those hips are hypnotizing.” Felix said. “And Mark’s clothes should be back to where you found them.”

Jack blushed. “Shut up.”

“Hey, be proud and sway ‘em, bro!” Felix giggled. “Be fabulous.”

“Yeah…ok.”

“Aw, what’s wrong?” Felix asked.

Jack fidgeted. “I don’t want to come off to him as starving for his attention.”

Felix raised a brow. “Well, are you?”

Jack sighed. “Yes…yes I am.” he admitted.

“Why do you think that is?” Felix questioned.

“Well…I…” Jack hesitated. “It’s not like I’m absolutely in love with him right now…I just…I want him to at least notice me and at least feel something for me.”

Felix let out a small chuckle. “You’re feeling self conscious again.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “It’s not like I need him to show some affection towards me so I would feel absolutely stunning.” He said. “And Anti gets to suck face with Dark.”

“Jealous?” came Anti’s voice out of nowhere.

Jack looked around, only to find his reflection on the mirror changing into Anti again, but in the same outfit as what Jack is currently wearing. “Hello…demon half.”

“Fleshy.” Anti greeted. “And…Panic. Nice outfit by the way. I assume this is about Mark again.”

“You know everything.” Jack grumbled.

“I’m not exactly in your head as of now, but I will be after all this.” Anti shrugged.

“Done shoving your tongue down Dark’s throat?” Felix asked.

“Oh. It was hard to get away from that addiction.” Anti smirked, licking his lower lip.

“Wonder what that’s like.” Jack said sarcastically.

Anti giggled. “I’m sure Dark wouldn’t mind trying it out with you.” Jack sighed, causing Anti to raise a brow. “What’s up with my lil’ fleshy?”

Panic shrugged. “Lack of affection from the other fleshy?”

Mark’s voice came from outside the bathroom door. “Jack? You alright in there? You’ve been in there for a long time.”

“Time to go!” Felix said quietly. “Remember! Strut your stuff and be natural!” And Jack’s phone returned to his lock screen.

Jack looked helplessly at Anti on the mirror. Anti shrugged and smiled. “I’ll be back, no worries.” He winked and Jack’s reflection turned back to normal.

“Jack?” Mark knocked on the door and twisted the doorknob, finding it unlocked. “I’m coming in.”

“Shit!” Jack whispered to himself and quickly turned to the mirror, pretending he’s busy fixing his hair.

“Hey Jack, you alright?” Mark asked, stepping into the bathroom.

“Uh yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Jack asked, running his fingers through his green mess on his head.

“Well, you’ve been in here for a while, and you didn’t answer when I asked through the door. I got worried.”

Jack felt something in him stir. “He’s worried about me?” He thought, trying not to blush.

“So what have you been doing in here?” Mark asked, looking around. “Don’t tell me you’ve been cranking one out.” He chuckled.

Jack flushed. “NO! What the fuck do you think I am, some sorta creep?! As you can tell, I changed my clothes, you saw me fixing my hair, and I’m just trynna make myself…uh…look good. You know. Confidence boost.”

Jack mentally kicked himself for the terrible excuse he made up. He stared at Mark, hoping he would buy it.

“Why do you need a confidence boost? You look great.” Mark said. “Although, I’m more curious where your new clothes came from.”

“Uh…internet?” Jack blurted out.

Mark stared at Jack for a while in confusion, then shrugged.

Jack quietly sighed in relief, well aware how stupid that answer was, and slightly surprised that Mark accepted that as an answer.

“You done with your homework?” Jack asked, following Mark back to the living room.

“Yeah, wasn’t much, but was tedious.” Mark answered, motioning to his packed bag. “Is Anti just as quiet as Dark? The demon didn’t utter a word in my head, and he was annoying the outta me before.”

“Isn’t that a good thing that he’s quiet?” Jack asked, not wanting to give away the fact that he knows Dark is at the underworld with Anti and their respective protectors.

“Yes, but him being quiet just worries me even more on what he could be plotting to annoy me even more.” Mark grumbled. “So, you’re all dressed up. Planning to go anywhere?” He asked.

Jack let his eyes wonder at Mark’s naked torso, having no idea how he can forget the fact that this demi-demon here did not have a shirt on ever since he got out of his morning shower.

“Maybe I was too focused on getting his attention.” Jack thought.

Mark cleared his throat, getting Jack’s attention back to reality. “I know I’m hot, you can stop staring now.” Mark smirked.

“Shut up.” Jack blushed. He looked at the clock. It says 3:45 PM. “Is there food in the fridge?”

“What? You’re hungry already?” Mark asked.

“When am I not hungry?” Jack chuckled. “I’m just wondering what we gonna make for dinner.”

“I don’t know. I cooked brunch! You make something tonight! It’s only fair!” Mark said.

“But I’m laaaaaaazy!” Jack whined.

“We can order take out.” Mark suggested.

Jack shook his head. “Naaaah…I’m not in the mood for pizza and stuff like that.”

“Well then, what do you suggest?”

Jack pondered for a moment. “Hotpot? We don’t exactly have to cook. Just soup base and throw food in?”

Mark nodded. “Not a bad idea. I haven’t had hotpot in so long! But we have to go get some hotpot worthy food.”

“Awesome! Then let’s go, and you go put on a shirt!” Jack commanded.

“Bossy.” Mark mumbled as he stood up.

“Shut up! Just thinking about it is making me hungry!”

***

“So…three strikes?” War asked his son. Everyone is back in the room, relieved to not see Anti and Dark getting things on. War is leaning on the wall as Death is sitting on his floating scythe like a witch would. Dark preferred standing with his shoulders back and chest up, all high and mighty. Anti is just sitting in the air, close to the Dark. As for the protectors? They are sitting on the floor with corndogs and a big soda, watching everything.

“Yes dad. Three.” Dark said.

Death rolled his eyes. “I don’t think Mark would give in this easily…He is so stubborn, like you always are, War.”

“Shut it, Death.” War grumbled.

“Oh, but I believe Jack can do it.” Anti giggled, slowly floating over to his dad. “He is your son after all. The son of the demon who’s in charge of sucking souls. Now who’s to say that Jack wouldn’t be able to make Mark lose grasp of his own soul from such powerful attraction?”

Dark chuckled. “If I had a soul, it would have been gone the instant I saw you.”

Anti flipped backward, dangling upside down in the air, but his face close to Dark, giggling. “Well, aren’t you sweet?”

“The truth speaks itself, black pearl.” Dark caressed Anti’s cheek.

“Stop it.” War grumbled disgust.

“Right, like you never did this with mom. The high and mighty demon of destruction was all sweet and mushy and disgusting with a human mate.” Dark rolled his eyes.

Anti giggled, slowly letting the rest of his body float down back right side up in front of Dark. “Anyway, future father-in-law. I’m sure I can help out after 6 PM if Mark isn’t…out by that time.” He winked at Dark. He traced his fingers on Dark’s body until his torso is suddenly covered by a red t-shirt. “Damn it. I hate how our clothes change by what our human halves wear.”

“You don’t look so bad in what you’re wearing now, anyway.” Dark said, holding Anti’s waist the second he can reach it and pulled Anti closer.

“You’re gonna spoil me with compliments, Darkipoo.” Anti tapped Dark’s nose.

“You’re gonna make me throw up with compliments, Darkipoo.” Death said extremely sarcastically, floating over on his scythe. “I think it’s time you guys go back in your respective hosts.”

“No need to be jealous that you’re not getting any praise for your pretty face, dad.” Anti laughed.

Death rolled his eyes and looked away. “Just go.”

“Aw~ You’re hot pops! Or where else did I get all this hotness from? Well, mom too but…whatever!” Anti giggled and blew a kiss to his eye-rolling dad before disappearing into a green puff of smoke.

Dark shook his head with a smile. “He’s right, future father-in-law.” He winked and disappeared in a flash of red light.

War looked at Death. “So…the demon of the dead also has self-esteem issues huh?”

“Shut up, War.” Death turned away on his floating scythe.

“Hey. I’ll be honest, man! Your son’s right. I stared a bit too long after Lucifer ripped your hood off.” War said sheepishly.

Death chuckled. “I noticed.”

“We’re still here, you know.” Panic said, picking his teeth with the stick left by the corndog.

War and Death sweatdropped at the protectors who are staring with an unamused expression.

***

Mark and Jack are currently at the grocery store with Mark looking for ingredients for a good soup base, and Jack hopping around grabbing whatever he wants to have for dinner. They both paused when the heavy dizzy feeling impacted their heads.

“Jesus fucking christ.” The two human halves said in unison.

Over at the biscuit aisle, Jack had to shake his head to get rid the annoying feeling. “That is seriously uncomfortable.” Jack thought to his demon half.

“It’s a pain for me to when I have to reconnect with you.” Anti groaned in his mind.

“What the hell were you up to?” Jack asked, while grabbing boxes of pocky and cookies.

“Underworld conference.” Anti said simply. “Mostly explaining what’s happening between you and Mark.”

“Don’t they spy on us or some shit?” Jack asked, trying to hold as many snacks he can inches arms. “I bet they do.”

“Yeah, but they don’t get much from just watching.” Anti said. “Are you really planning to eat all that?”

“Yes.”

“You do know that we’re paying for this instead of mom, right?” Anti asked, making Jack freeze in his place. 

“Damn. I need a job.” Jack mumbled as he started putting the snacks back to their respective shelves.

“Let’s go find Mark before Dark annoys the hell out of him. I have heard from him that they aren’t on good terms due to them on complete opposite sides of the plan.” Anti said.

“The plan?” Jack repeated.

“Of you getting to dating that idiot.”

“Oh.”

Mark, who’s at the far corner of the market with the rest of groceries, rubbed his head, holding a bag of raw drumsticks with the bones removed. “You need to give warnings next time.”

“As if I can.” Dark said in Mark’s head.

“Where the hell did you go off to?”

“Am I suppose to report back to you like a child now?”

“I’m just asking, no need to get all grouchy on me.” Mark rolled his eyes.

Dark ignored Mark’s comment. “Where’s the green bean?”

“Somewhere in the supermarket.” Mark said, picking for the best tomatoes.

“Aren’t you afraid that someone is gonna hurt him or something?” Dark asked.

“I really doubt that.” Mark internal sighed. “It’s not like you to overthink on these things.”

“No it isn’t.” Dark chuckled. “Just getting you to worry.”

“Getting me to worry about an almost grown up.” Mark scoffed. “A male demi-demon at that.”

“Good point.” Dark said.

“MARK!” Mark flinched at the loud shout of his name from behind him. “OH MY GOD, MARK!”

“That doesn’t sound like danger.” Mark thought. He turned around to find the Irishman running up to him with a big grin.

“You look excited.” Mark said. “Found anything you like?”

“Like me?” Dark added in Mark’s mind.

Mark automatically ignored his demon half and focused on Jack, who’s holding a large basket of strawberries.

“Can we please get the strawberries? Pleaaaaaase? I love strawberries! They’re so sweet and juicy and tastes so so so so goooood!” Jack rambled.

Mark stared at the giddy Irishman, hopping around while holding the large basket of strawberries. He doesn’t have the heart to say no at all this happiness, but that large basket of strawberries aren’t exactly cheap.

Dark isn’t helping at all either. “I know something else that is sweet and juicy and tastes so so so so good.”

“Shut up Dark.” Mark thought, receiving a scoff as a reply.

“Jack…I don’t-” Mark stopped himself immediately when his eyes locked onto Jack’s blue eyes that seem to glisten in the light. The Irish demi-demon has a slight disappointed look on his face hearing what Mark started to say, and Mark can feel a slight sour pain within him.

In Jack's head, the one who really wanted the strawberries, is frustrated as all hell. 

“He better not say no!” Anti growled.

“I thought you’re the one who convinced me to not spend so much money on snacks?” Jack thought to him.

“IT’S STRAWBERRIES, DINGUS! IT’S DIFFERENT!” Anti shouted. “YOU LOVE THEM, TOO!”

“I do, but…”

“GET HIM TO SAY YES, NOW! IT’S STRAAAAAAWBERRIES!” Anti freaked.

Jack looked down at the strawberries that seem to glisten, they were always his obsession among the fruity world. He then slowly inched towards Mark with a pleading look on his face.

“Please Mark? Please? I beg you, pleaaaaase?” Jack pleaded.

Mark stood there frozen, staring at Jack. Since both of them are sharing the payment, it’s not really a big problem. However, he was hoping they wouldn’t need to spend so much on just one dinner. Jack’s expression is stirring his insides, and the troublesome Dark is still not helping.

“Oh I wonder what he sounds like when begging for something else?” Dark asked suggestively.

“Will you please shut the fuck up?!” Mark shouted in his head.

Dark laughed as a reply, causing Mark to inwardly roll his eyes.

Jack suddenly held onto Mark’s arm, shaking it slightly. “Please~?” He asked cutely. “Please? With a strawberry on top?” He giggled, lifting a strawberry.

Mark can feel his entire body flush red from this adorableness. “Shit.” He thought. “That’s so cute! Damn it!”

The son of War eventually sighed. “Ok ok.” He said.

“YES!” Jack pumped his fist in the air, putting the basket into the shopping cart.

Dark let out a deep chuckle in Mark’s mind. “Strike two.”

“Fuck.” Mark mumbled and he pushed the cart to look for anything else good for their dinner plan while trying not to stare at Jack’s swaying hips as he walked in front of the cart. “Damn that outfit for accentuating his hips.” Mark cursed.

***

On the other side of town, Ken and Felix came out of their demon forms and are walking to Felix’s house.

“You think they will ever get Mark to snap?” Ken asked.

“I think it’s bound to happen, you know?” Felix said. “It’s everyone against him. They all want him with Jack. Even Jack wants Mark with himself.”

Ken shrugged. “You think Jack knows what he’s doing? He doesn’t exactly love Mark.”

“He wants to start something with the stubborn idiot, that’s for sure.” Felix said.

“Do you think Death and War make a cute couple?” Ken asked out of nowhere.

Felix burst out laughing. “I’d ship that. But eh better not do anything like that since they actually just tell us to scram.”

“Where did Hades go?” Ken asked.

Felix tapped Ken on his head. “What’s with all the questions?” Ken shrugged.

The two protectors stepped into the house and was about to relax on the couch with the idea of gaming, until they noticed two other presence in the house.

“Oh…” Felix mumbled. “I forgot that they’re here.”

A bark echoed throughout the house and a golden retriever stepped into the living room followed by two other women.

“You guys are here!” Heather exclaimed.

“How did things go?” Lisa asked, giggling.

“Heeeeey Mrs. McLoughlin and Mrs. Fischbach…” Ken greeted. “Things are complicated. Your son is a stubborn one, Mrs. Fischbach.”

“Just like his father. So hard headed…I swear you can hammer nails with that head of his.”

Heather burst out laughing. “Have you tried?”

“Oh I’m willing to actually make him do it without that helmet.” Lisa crossed her arms.

“I’d pay you to see that.” Heather elbowed Lisa’s side lightly.

Ken and Felix looked at each other. They swear this whole scenario looks familiar to them. It’s like Mark and Jack all over again when they were just friends without all this demi-demon business.

“Mrs. McLoughlin?” Felix said.

“I swear I have told you many times to call me Heather, Felix. You’ve known me all your life!” Heather exclaimed.

“Ok, Heather. How long did Lord Death and General War say you guys needed to stay here?” Felix asked.

“They said something about until Dark accomplishing whatever was needed to do and when both of them passed out.” Lisa answered, petting the golden retriever. “Chica’s been such a good girl. I know she misses Mark badly.”

“Wasn’t Jack supposed to head back to his own home today, Heather?” asked Felix.

“Yes.” Jack’s mother shrugged. “I won’t oppose to the idea of him staying, but he does have school with you guys the next day. I don’t want him walking around practically naked like Mark did last time.”

Lisa rolled her eyes. “Didn’t we hear that Felix changing him in the bathroom?”

Felix and Ken widened their eyes. “How did you-?”

Heather interrupted him. “Bugged rooms!”

“Oh.” Ken said.

“Anyway, as dense as Mark can be sometimes. I’m sure he would question for more details if it happened twice in a row.” Heather said.

“Yeah…that’s true. Jack’s going to head home after all that?” Lisa asked, pouting.

Heather nodded.

Lisa sighed. “We really should make them live together, yeah?”

“And like force them to face each other everyday when one of them doesn’t want any of this to happen and the other is confused about his feelings?” Heather said. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for now.”

Felix and Ken stood shocked. They can’t believe Jack’s mother is actually being logical.

Lisa let out a huff. “I hope Dark gets to him.”

“You mean you hope Jack and Anti kicks down that stupid wall he put up.” Heather said.

“Yeah, why in the world did Mark build a fortress against Jack of all people?” Lisa grumbled. “He’s never like that to those other people he dated before.”

“Why are you asking me? He’s not my son. And my son is perfectly fine!” Heather exclaimed.

“Why are we always forgotten randomly?” Felix asked out of nowhere.

“Yeah…we’re protectors but we’re not exactly invisible!” Ken exclaimed.

“You’re welcome to help discuss and stop complaining.” Lisa said, with an innocent smile.

Felix sweatdropped. “What do you think, Ken?”

Ken shrugged. “I think it’s because Mark thinks he’s forced into this situation that whatever he feels just isn’t real to him.”

“Oh?” Lisa asked.

“Yeah. It’s like everyone is forcing him to date this person who he’s not even sure if he’s interested. He only sees this person as a really good friend, and suddenly he has to be intimate with him. And worse, he sees his body being intimate with that person’s body, even though he’s well aware it’s not exactly them as themselves. You get what I’m saying? I don’t know about you guys, but it’s weird, even for me.” Ken explained.

“You do have a point.” Heather said.

Lisa faceplanted herself onto one of the cushions on the couch. “It’s all so complicated!” She shouted, her voice all muffled.

“We definitely can’t do much now, Lisa.” Heather said.

“Agonyyyyyy.” Lisa sang.

Ken sweatdropped. “So how about we just chill out for a bit, watch Mark and Jack, and hopefully can help out at some point?”

“I’ll drink to that.” Felix said, a shot of vodka appeared on his hand.

“Well, I won’t be drinking but I agree.” Heather said, followed by Lisa nodding in agreement.

“Great.” Ken said, grabbing the remote and pressing a series of buttons. The TV screen turned on, showing Mark and Jack currently busy with dinner.

***

Jack looked up at the clock for bit while pressing the buttons on the electronic stove to prepare for the pot of boiling soup base. It says 5: 15 PM. He’s nervous.

“What are you nervous about?” Anti asked. “It’s just me taking over.”

“And I’m scared of the outcome. We both know how direct and abrupt you are. Plus the fact that you’re a kinky flirt.” Jack thought.

“Now how would you know that?” Anti asked. “Oh wait, I’m you.” He laughed.

Jack blushed. “I am not like that.”

“Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m not!” Jack shouted in my head.

“I am a part of you after all.” Jack can practically feel Anti smirking in his head. “So yes, Mark and Dark may or may not be extremely similar. Regardless of the vast amount of differences you just thought up in your head.”

“I hate it when you do that.” Jack frowned.

“I love you too, fleshy.” Anti chuckled.

Mark stepped out of the kitchen carrying plates of chopped raw meat and uncooked vegetables. “You got it to work?” He asked, setting the plates on the table.

“Yeah. It’s getting to boil.” Jack said, stepping back to check if anything’s wrong with how he assembled everything.

“Want some soda to go along with our food?” Mark asked, lifting a 2.5 liter of soda.

“Oh yes please!” Jack grinned.

Soon enough, the water boiled and the two demi-demons sat down, putting food into the pot, and eating. It all seemed normal enough of just two friends enjoying a homemade hot pot for dinner and chatting about school, video games, and the food they are eating.

However, Mark noticed Jack’s eyes constantly flickering towards the clock. “Jack, you ok? You in a hurry to go somewhere?”

Jack flinched slightly. “Uh no. I’m alright, Mark. Don’t worry about it.”

Mark turned to look at the clock himself, confused and wondering what Jack could be constantly looking at the clock for. “Are…you in a hurry to go home, Jack?”

“Huh? No! Of course not! It’s not even that late at night, man.” Jack looked at the clock and gulped. Two minutes till 6:00 PM. He can feel Anti slowly taking over bit by bit, and he’s terrified of what could happen after.

“Oh don’t worry, Jackaboy.” Anti’s voice echoed in his mind. “I’m dying to try to know Mark personally. Even though I technically am not alive. And I won’t scare him away, I promise.”

“Jack?” Mark looked at the paler the usual Irishman. “Jack? You ok?”

Jack looked down at the table. They are almost done eating, so luckily there won’t be any awkward dinner conversations between Mark and Anti. His eyes then turned to look at Mark and gave him an apologetic expression for he can’t explain himself now.

“Jack? Say something!”

Twenty seconds left. Jack quickly dropped his utensils on the table and sat comfortably so he won’t collapse during the short period of time he blacks out.

Ten seconds. He sees Mark freaking out, so he gives him an assuring smile showing he’s fine. He lays his head back on the chair comfortably as he counts down the last few seconds.

Three.

Two.

One.

Mark was in the process of standing up and rushing over to Jack to see if he’s alright until the eyelids of the Irishman’s body fluttered open, showing one green and one blue.

“Oh shit. How can I forget?” Mark mumbled to himself.

“Meet the lovely Anti, the precious pearl.” Dark chuckled in Mark’s mind.

A smirk spread across the pale man’s face as he slowly turned his head to face Mark. “Hello Markimoo. Nice to finally meet you.” Anti said while grinning like the Joker from Batman.

Mark slowly backed away, not because he’s afraid, but instead he’s cautious with his defense up against the potential dangers of this demon half of his friend.

“Aw, why are you scooting away from me?” Anti pouted. “I won’t hurt you. I can’t anyway.” The Irish demon chuckled.

“You won’t?” Mark asked, his defense still up to max.

“Of course, I won’t. I wouldn’t want to hurt such a gorgeous man, neither do I want to hurt Jack and Dark. So chill out.” Anti said, getting off his seat. “Let’s get to know each other. I know Jack and Dark got to know more than enough about each other.” He smirked.

“What? Are you saying Dark and Jack…?” Mark asked, slightly terrified.

“No! No! Nothing of the sort. Jeez, you still haven’t dug for the memories yet?” Anti asked, stepping closer to Mark.

“I figure Jack doesn’t want me to know yet and I don’t want to invade his privacy.” Mark explained.

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” Anti giggled. “But whether you like it or not, I’m here to stay. So are we going to make this work? Or are you going to hide from me the rest of the night?”

“You can’t stop me from picking the latter!” Mark pointed at Anti.

Anti crossed his arms. “You do know Jack has to go home tonight, right?”

Mark went silent for a while. “Alright fine.”

“Great! Let’s start this thing over. Hello, I am Anti. The demon half of Jack. I am actually every bit like him plus the sides he doesn’t show or is even aware that he has them.” Anti smiled.

Mark stood there, not knowing what to do or say. “Uh…hi. I’m Mark.” He waved awkwardly.

Anti laughed. “Yes, I know that.” He walked over and grabbed Mark on the arm, pulling them onto the couch. Anti made himself comfortable. “So Mark, what do you want us to do to get to know each other better?”

Mark looked around the house. He has no idea what to do or say, nor does he any the slightest idea on what’s going on. “Uh…I…we…there are dishes to do. Many of them.”

Anti laughed at Mark’s awkwardness. To Mark’s surprise, Anti agreed instead of making fun of him. “Alright, let’s go.” Anti said, pulling on Mark’s arm again.

Mark seemed dazed from absolute confusion and is overthinking the situation.

Dark, who’s in his head, had enough. “Stop thinking, will ya? It’s annoying.”

“It’s not exactly a situation that is allowing me to not think!” Mark thought.

Dark groaned. “Anti won’t hurt you, ok? It’s like meeting a new side of Jack. Learn more about him. I surely did. Jack was adorable and I got him in my arms for quite a long time.”

Mark felt a slight twinge of anger growing within him.

Dark chuckled. “And you say you have no feelings for him.”

Mark decided to ignore Dark and went back to focusing on what’s going on now. He found the table empty and wiped clean, and there stood Anti in the kitchen, washing the dishes. The red hair half human stepped into the kitchen, and stood next to Anti.

“There you are.” Anti smiled the same warming smile Jack had, aside from the fact that Anti has extra sharp fangs. “I thought I had to do this alone.”

“No. I wouldn’t allow that.” Mark said, grabbing the pot that was used. “I’ll take care of the most annoying ones.”

Anti giggled. “You know I can make them clean themselves with this power of mine.”

Mark shrugged. “There’s no fun in that.”

“I don’t think doing dishes are ever fun.” Anti mumbled.

Mark suddenly flicked water onto Anti’s face. “You’re right. It’s not fun.” He smirked, focusing back on the dishes. He then heard Anti giggle and noticed some sort of round shadow on the wall, growing in size. Mark widened his eyes and turned only to regret the instant a giant bubble popped onto his face and the water drops landed on him, drenching him from head to toe.

Anti laughed loud and hard. “I take it back! It’s really fun!”

“Why you…” Mark smirked and grabbed his pot filled with soap water, splashing it at Anti.

Anti stood silent, dripping wet, an unreadable expression on him. Mark was afraid he pissed Anti off and slowly stepped forward to see if the green haired demi-demon was ok, physically and emotionally.

It wasn’t until Anti smirked and lifted his arms, scaring the crap out of Mark, making him step back quickly. The poor half Asian man knew he was too late and too slow when he found himself being hosed down by his kitchen sink tap.

“OH FUCKIN….HELP!!!!!” Mark shouted, his mouth full of water.

When the water finally died down, the whole kitchen was a wet mess and Mark was sure his stomach is completely filled with water by now. He let out a burp and held onto his bloated stomach. All that’s heard right now is Mark’s panting, the sound of water dripping, and Anti’s loud laughing echoing throughout the room.

“I was very wrong~! It is so much fun! And now your whole kitchen is cleaned!” Anti laughed harder.

“More like all wet.” Mark mumbled. “Now we have to clean the whole kitchen before my mom kills me.”

“Mark Mark Mark. You forget. I’m a demon.” Anti giggled. He walked over and helped Mark up. “Let me help you.”

Mark stood up confused. “What are you gonna do? You’re not going to force my body to clean up everything while you relax, are you?”

“Still don’t trust me?” Anti smiled. “Why would I tire you out for my entertainment? I don’t think that’s what I want to do to someone who I don’t completely hate.”

“You don’t hate me?” Mark asked.

Anti gave him a look.

“Sorry. Dumb question.” Mark chuckled nervously.

“So let’s dry you and the kitchen.” Anti giggled. As he raised his right arm, Mark felt the water on his body start moving. Anti then suddenly closed his right hand into a fist. All the unneeded water splashed off of the surface of Mark’s body, Anti’s body, the kitchen counter, cupboards, the fridge, and everything else, collecting into a giant water droplet in front of Anti. Anti unclenched his fist and lifted his forefinger. The water from the droplet all gathered into the sink, filling it up to the brim, as well as somehow getting the stains and oil off the dishes.

Mark watched in awe as the dirty water suddenly was being let down the drain, leaving the dishes all dry, shiny, and clean.

“I don’t know where these go so I can’t really help with putting them back. Sorry.” Anti said, with an apologetic smile.

“Oh! It’s not problem! I’ll take care of it.” Mark said, rushing to gather up the plates and bowls, putting them back in their respective places.

Dark’s voice echoed in his mind again. “He’s such a sweetheart, isn’t he? Saved you all the work.”

“Shut it, Dark.” Mark thought. “I still don’t trust him.”

“You don’t trust Anti, but you trust Jack.” Dark said. “But Jack trusts both of us.”

“I’m not Jack.” Mark immediately thought back.

“Well, don’t you think this will hurt both Anti and Jack if they knew?” Dark asked.

“Will you stop messing with my thoughts?” Mark asked.

He heard Dark huff in his mind. “You’re the one having conflicted thoughts here. Or I wouldn’t even be trying. Waste of time and effort.”

Mark rolled his eyes and finished placing everything. He walked into the living room to find Anti holding the basket strawberries with the TV on some love drama.

Anti heard footsteps and turned with a smile. “Hey! You’re done! I hope you don’t mind but I’m craving strawberries badly. So I washed them in the bathroom to not bother you.” The Irish demi-demon patted on the space next to him for Mark to sit down.

Mark obliged and stared at Anti with a very confused expression. 

At the same time, in Anti’s mind, Jack is confused as well. “I thought you would be all flirty and clingy and shit.” Jack asked.

“It would be useless to scare him off first thing when I want us to know each other better. The forceful flirting is never the way, especially when the guy only sees you as a friend.” Anti thought back.

He heard Jack make a surprised sound. “Never thought you would actually use the human ways of sociality.”

“Hey, I may be the kinky flirty touchy demon half, but I’m the son of Death. Dad doesn’t take souls forcefully, and he tries to let the human have their last wishes granted before their deaths. I take getting through to Mark is just like that. Slowly get his soul to accept being sucked into the world of you and me with him and Dark.” Anti thought.

Jack is very surprised. “Well, I’ll let you do what you have to then. You know better on what to do than I do, clearly.”

“It’s in your head somewhere Jack. We share the same mind.” Anti internally smirked.

Mark watched Anti nibble on a strawberry, his expression all satisfied and content soon after the taste gets to the pale demon half.

“You know.” Mark started, causing Anti to turn to face him. “I never thought that this would be how we meet.”

Anti giggled. “What did you expect?”

“You to…pounce on me?” Mark guessed.

Anti stuffed a strawberry into Mark’s mouth. “You idiot.” He laughed. “Eat a strawberry, ya doof.”

Mark chewed slowly, not understanding why Anti isn’t being like how he is with Dark.

“It’s because you to him right now are only friends.” Dark answered his confusion.

“But I’m you.” Mark thought.

“And not exactly me.” Dark said. “Besides, we are the ones stuck with the spell. However, usually, these don’t last long.”

“It’s only been two weeks since Jack and I met. It’s not that long.” Mark retorted.

“You’re impossible.” Dark complained and went quiet.

Anti looked at the clock. “Oh…sorry Mark. I think it’s time I have to take Jack’s physical body home to his mom.” He said, eating another strawberry.

“Oh, it’s time already?” Mark turned to look at the clock. It says 8:30 PM.

“Yeah, time passes by fast, doesn’t it?” Anti put down the basket of strawberries on the small table in front of him. “Thanks Mark, I had fun. Even though it wasn’t exactly a pretty long period of time of meeting me after I took over.”

The green haired demi-demon stood up and walked slowly towards the door until he heard Mark stop him. “Wait.” He turned to find Mark standing behind him, holding the basket of strawberries. “I uh…I know it hasn’t been a long enough time for me to get to know you better, and I have been nothing but a jerk full of assumptions the whole time. I’m sorry. And take these strawberries with you, I know you like them a lot.”

Anti chuckled and held onto the basket. He fed one strawberry to Mark and kissed his cheek. “Thanks Mark. You’re so sweet.” He smiled and put another strawberry in his mouth. “Just like the strawberries.” Anti winked before he turned around and left the house.

Right the second Anti stepped out, he heard Jack giggle in his mind. “What in the world was that?”

“Casual flirting, fleshy.” Anti thought.

“I don’t have the balls to do that.” Jack said.

“You had the balls to wear his clothes and such revealing ones in front of him.” Anti pointed out.

“But not touch him in any way. You pulled on his arm how many times?” said Jack.

“Hey, I couldn’t resist touching those strong muscular arms.” Anti giggled. “Beautiful muscular arms are my weakness!”

“You mean Mark and Dark are your weakness.” corrected Jack.

“Damn right.” Anti laughed.

At the same time, Mark felt an empty feeling within him watching Anti leave his house like he wants the presence back and close to him. He sighed until he realized something. He then held onto his cheek. He felt his heart beat faster, and his face flushes red. His eyes are widened and he’s frozen in his spot, unable to move. “He kissed me…” Mark mumbled to himself, quietly.

A few seconds passed when Mark suddenly clenched his eyes shut, dreading the voice in his head and what it's about to say. “Shit.” He whispered. “No…”

He can practically feel Dark’s smirk. “Strike three.” The demon half chuckled, his tone smug and proud. “You’reeeeee out.”

“Fuck!”
This is 10,000 words =w= Makes it up for not uploading for a bit too long doesn't it? Ok, guys! I now have a job with a night shift until 12 AM....so a lot of time is gone. Uploading is gonna be pretty slow. Whoever reads TDW is aware that I like my chapters longer. Plus the fact that this story is going to have many chapters, I don't want the chapters to be too short. I'm so sorry...the uploading of this story will definitely be slower...

Alongside that, I will continuously upload drabbles whenever I have a random idea of because hey, these chapters take a while. It's one way for me to make it up for the long waiting~!

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