He sat on the balcony, staring at the dark sky. It was a tranquil sight filled with nothing but bright stars and the sound of wind around them. He took a deep inhale of his cigarette before blowing out in a long stream of smoke. It carried itself in the wind and disappeared, just like how all the devil hunters he had worked with went. One day they were there and the next they were gone. He had no time to mourn, only move on and keep fighting. Keep living day after day.

Despite everything, Aki knew he didn’t have much time left. He stopped giving a damn about how much he smoked because he wouldn’t live long enough to be affected by the lung damage. It was a morbid thought really. As he watched the city around him, your slow, calculated steps clacked against the metal of the balcony floor.

He didn’t turn his head, nor did he give any signs of recognition or care. His long hair carried in the breeze, his head feeling a relief from being down and out of the band holding it up everyday. He extinguished his cigarette in the ash tray besides him and let out a long sigh. He slowly stood up as if he was several years older and turned to look at you.

“I don’t know why you’re still here.” He stated calmly. His hands scratching his neck in almost a stretch.

“I’m not going to be here much longer, it would save you the trouble and pain.” There was no denying it that he was going to die soon. With a mix of the curse devil and the lowered lifespan from Angel, it was like the universe was acting against him.