A/N: Hello there! Recently I've gotten into Ao no Exorcist and I'll be here for a very long time. I've been writing a Rin/Izumo fic as well and this one is dedicated to another couple. Which is Amaimon/Shiemi. Yeah these two.

Before anyone accuses me of shipping a non-consenting couple and how horrible it is, this is a canon divergence that will be before the camping exam and therefore, that won't happen.

With Shiemi's personality I think that she would have either given him a second chance as she hadn't remembered the events that well and Amaimon could learn how to use his emotions. Because he does have emotions, from his desire to fight Rin and playful/arrogance, he just doesn't know how to convey them in other scenarios.

So since it's a canon divergence, the characters will be a bit different, probably Amaimon but that's for development and not being all OOC. There's much not known about him so it'll give me wiggle room to have!

It could be seen as a crack couple but when I really thought about it he's the King of Earth and she loves flowers. She's expressive and he's not as much and I think he could learn from her. If only they had been introduced differently!

So I think I'll write another canon divergence. However this one doesn't have much of a fixed path as I don't have an outline for it. But I'll probably whip something up!

Chapters will vary in length so don't be surprise if one is shorter/longer in words.

Sorry for this long author note again but this is just in advance!

Enjoy!

Magnolia

When Amaimon went to the human world it's mainly because of it being an accidental chance. Not that he minded since it was something that he had heard from the mouths of demons far above himself and yearned for that experience that had been kept from him for several millenniums.

He'd overheard his older brother speaking with father on it and curiosity came naturally after that and a tumult of possibles that plagued him. Mimicking what his brother had done when going to the parallel place, which was easier than expected, Amaimon had found himself into the human world. Though he didn't possess a body of his own, he had a astral form. Yet he couldn't interact with anything and experience the world with his own hands, his own body.

Soon, he found a suitable vessel.

Rather at a young age, not beyond an adult, a boy with a odd attachment to nature was plagued with a malady that couldn't be cured from his time period. From his deathbed, he refused to be cremated in the traditional method for him to depart for the afterlife and rather be lowered into the earth, much to his family's disapproval.

They didn't have to worry about that, as Amaimon had took a hold of his body, with given consent as he did want to be with the earth and Amaimon was the Earth King. When it was the witching hour, he disappeared and left the family to somber over their son that had been spirited away, and wandering in the afterlife.

It was a dying wish that Amaimon had fulfilled for a human but not to be merciful as he had done it for himself. Demons were selfish beings after all and he was no exception.

Exploring the various things about the world, he saw that there weren't as many flowers as he had. In fact, not many at all.

So, he went back and forth between the worlds, entranced with the new place—a newer playground for him. Gradually, his human body had deteriorated to accommodate him, the black hair and eyes altering the green and yellow, his tan complexion paling to a sickly shade of alabaster.

When traveling there, nature flourished to greater lengths that even Mephistopheles had noted the changing that was between the worlds but didn't say a thing even when their father had confronted Amaimon himself. It was dismissed, as demons were in the human world frequently, (more than their own), and that he could go whenever his heart desired.

But, he had to be wary of humans as they didn't take much to demons. The feeling was mutual to what demons felt to humans, especially exorcists and holy men and women. Though there were those rare instances that invoked fornication that wasn't uncommon.

Mainly why Amaimon was going back and forth was that his plants had to become accommodated to the environment, himself included.

While he had the Garden of Amahara, it was perturbing to see the world so scarce without these creations of his, the lacking of greenery and everything in between. At least there would be something interesting for him when he got bored. Letting his designs of nature spread throughout the regions, multiple derivations had come along with them, from his word of tongue.

Unbeknownst, Amaimon didn't know that he had caused the birth of a language and wouldn't know that for a long time when he was gone.

Demons and humans, while being opposites in every way possible, both were more intertwined than any would have thought. When he was there, many humans either hated or loved their existence much to his indifference. Whether for religious justification of cults and bible thumpers, humans were simple minded creatures that couldn't go beyond anything but a plaything to him.

It never ceased to amaze him how baseless they could become when their life was jeopardized by his own hands, the inevitability of death when it wasn't by their own hands and by an unseen force.

It was delightful having that control and certainly achievable to him.

When he had been in a place that was known as Japan, his brother had taken a infatuation to the acreage, and the earth demon had come upon a sweets shop when arriving. His brother had told him about those and Amaimon had stopped by one. Soon enough he had become a regular to everyone there, though he couldn't quite tell if he was welcomed as he couldn't read expressions well.

Coins clinked between his pointed fingers; it was currency that he had to have as Mephistopheles had given it to him though he didn't see why he had too and at first tried to chew on it. Biting on the skewer his fangs went through the sweetened dough.

From the sweet sauce and the starchiness of the dough, Amaimon hadn't liked it that much when it stuck to his teeth that made him want to pry at it. Yet it had made him develop a taste for sweetness later on as he tossed the skewer.

Often when he had went back and forth he saw how humans were overpopulating at an alarming rate, the green masses being burned and cleared out to near extinction because of it. Plants that he had put weren't there anymore and even if he did, it would be extinct. Pollution became heavy from factories and was anywhere and everywhere, from the hazed sky to the murky waters and he wasn't going to stay for that as he could feel the dying of his kingdom at his fingertips in Assiah.

It was disrespectful as he studied the changing with the existence of humans and the nonexistent demons that weren't staying out of the light and beginning to come out. Legends were made about them, integrated in silly things pertaining of many religions. Amaimon had been seen on occasions and his moniker had been revealed, much to his insouciance.

Amaimon would leave for now.

When he was about to go back to Gehenna, he heard a gasp and he stopped immediate.

Whirling around he saw a young girl, around the age of where children were hopelessly naive and influenced by their surroundings.

Eyes wide she had a wobble in her steps as she backed up from him, the tremble in her lips signaling that she would either scream or cry, both equally horrible to his ears.

Usually he would tell kids to scram and if he was up to it chase them for fun, (though they didn't like his version of tag), but there was something that had caught his eye.

Colorful flowers were in her hand that had been plucked out of the ground as they were trapped in her balled up fists. Petals
limply dangled from the center and crumpled under the weight of child hands. When seeing that he looked at them and she looked at where Amaimon was looking before at him again, a game of staring with the wind that dragged through them that filled the silence.

The quivering in her lip had halted and he disconcerted from that action.

Both were in a secluded quarter in the forest far from any others, at least those that were humans.

The child had come out to find more flowers in the parts that her mother had warned her not to go in too far, as she had a fascination with flowers and wanted to collect them, to admire them.

"A-are you a…" the girl gripped at the flowers and Amaimon could feel the pain from it. "Are you a demon?"

How could she know that? When he had come there, his older brother had him wore then proper clothes to hide his tail though his horn was prominent. Perhaps she saw it anyway, children were rather deceptive when given a chance.

He opened his mouth. "Yes. Now scram."

The girl hadn't expected an answer so fast with the threat after it and she was frightened, freezing up on the spot.

Her mother and father had told her of demons and how they were evil. How she wasn't to go near any and how they were to be purged by the gifted people who could get rid of them that came to their house.

Yet the one before didn't seem like that at all. Rather...lazy looking.

Strolling over to her, that made her knees buckle in and he blended over to the remains of the once alive flowers that had fallen from her. Bending down, he dug a hole in the earth in front of her.

When she had not ran off, yelling that there was a demon or calling for monks and priests—or god forbid, an exorcist—he figured that as she was a human and a child, she wouldn't be much to overtake if he had to kill her. Simply the ground could swallow her up if he commanded it.

Children were better than adults but both were such nuisances.

Yet this one was interesting. He wouldn't kill her...yet.

Perplexed with a traitorous curiosity, she gandered at what he was doing and crouched with him. Still fearful with tremoring legs she wasn't going to run if he would hurt her. Yet she also wondered what he was doing and was intrigued, her fear being replaced.

"You shouldn't pluck flowers." Not at all expecting that, she felt guilt forming in her stomach and raked her fingers in the soil to try and get rid of it.

"I just want to admire them. I didn't mean them any harm…" The girl had trailed off and Amaimon recalled from his brother that human children were excessively fragile at this age, and when they were scared it was the most irreproachable and weak that they could be.

Unlike demons, most had parents, caretakers to help them grow up with guidance and though he was fathered by Satan, he had always been on his own as Satan had fathered many. His mother had been nonessential in his life and absent during most of his life, not that he could blame her.

Pushing those useless thoughts aside, he shaped the top of the mound and wondered why she still hadn't escaped from him.

"That hurts them. If you take care of them…" he put his clawed hand over it and a cluster of flowers sprouted and she jumped and she tottered on her wooden clogged sandals before falling on her back. He had only blinked at her. When getting up to see she gasped again. The purple and whites of the cosmos even more vivacious than before, unfurling in front of her.

"They'll grow from it. Flowers do that." Amaimon then stood up, brushing off his hands into his clothing. The clothes he was wearing was expensive and his brother would probably throw a fit from how he had worn it.

With that done he went to leave again, deeper into the forest, but the child had stood up. Clenching to the hem of her kimono in her hand she took a step to him.

"Wait!" The girl looked at him with a determination that did make him wait and she gathered her wits.

"What's your name?" She looked at the flowers before back at him. What had happened before her had to be real! It wasn't just from myths her mother had told her about!

Amaimon just glanced at her and then he spoke. "Amaimon, the Earth King." Then he began to walk away, to go back to his world.

Behind him the little girl had smiled to herself as she rolled the words over her tongue, saying it to herself as if she could forget it. Strangely, it was something a fairy would have the name of and not a scary creature.

Cupping her hands around her mouth she shouted at his retreating back, "I'll...I'll treasure them! I'll take care of them! I promise!"

When hearing that he hadn't stopped but a small smile tugged at his lips.

It was endearing how promises were made, especially from people as young as her. His brother had said that humans forget things and tended to be as untruthful as demons themselves.

Yet Amaimon would be a lingering individual in that young girl's future. Not that he would ever know.

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Every time she watered her flowers, she took in the sight of flowers and the verdant perfume that had been carried in with the slightest of breezes. The sun warmed her as she sat in the nascent safe space, the birds tweeted and chirruped with their sing songs in the passing of the day.

"Grandma!" Taking her eyes away, she saw the toddling girl that held something large in her arms that covered her face and half of her. Putting the watering can down, she took off her gloves.

Tripping over nothing but then picking herself off before she could move to her, Shiemi had gotten to her.

"What's this?" Holding it up her grandmother had chuckled at her and she lowered it with confusion. "I found it when I was helping mama clean!"

"Really now?" She had recognized the book when seeing it and it was a thing she had kept for quite some time.

It had been buried somewhere, in a trunk that the young girl had hot into and had become entranced by it. That had led her to her grandmother as her mother had become busy again and after all, her grandmother was the person that knew the most on plants in a very compassionate way.

"What's this?" She repeated the question as the girl was too young to read what was on the cover and was in the middle of learning and questioning anything she had the chance too.

Beckoning for her to sit down, the older woman lowered herself to the ground and let the grass cushion her strained bones as the girl had taken off her sandals and clambered into her lap. Handing her the book, the older woman didn't have to see the words as she knew, since she herself had wrote it.

It was important to know what flowers were saying, and each had a distinct personality that came with it. To a select few they could understand it, nonverbal and without the usage of magic. Her grandmother seemed to have a knack of reading flowers, saying that one day she might be able to that filled her with prospecting exuberance.

Opening it up to a page, she traced her fingers over the yellowed creasings and the flowers that would forever be preserved in paper. Ink was pressed into it, with neat calligraphy despite that the ink had feathered.

Weathered from use and the lack of, there were tears that accentuated the years of the book. Shiemi had already seen a few pages and was anticipating it as she had saved the pages for her and grandmother to go over it with her.

Going back to the front of the album, she smiled at Shiemi.

"This book is the Language of Flowers." She's never heard of that and was excited at learning something new from her. Shiemi hadn't known that flowers had their own language. What did they say, she pondered to herself.

"I didn't even know flowers could speak!" That made the woman smile at her even more and she spoke as the child molded herself into her.

In their own secret garden that made them at ease, there was an underlying peacefulness that both had when just being in it. When she had read as much as she could, the sun was hanging midway in the sky and the birds weren't as chatty as before and the breezes were more frequent as their hair danced in the wind, clinging to their sticky cheeks.

"Once," the grandmother began, the hard covered book in her granddaughter's hands as she wanted to look at them more closely at the unread pages. "I met a demon."

That made Shiemi stiffen up, as she was scared from things like those. Her grandmother knew that as she had been at that age, but that had been so long ago. And she had her beliefs changed, a bit from him.

"Were they a good demon?" Shiemi asked and she didn't have a answer for that. There were good and bad demons as there were good and bad people but Shiemi couldn't understand the difference at this age.

Instead placing her bony hand to rest on her head she offered her what she could.

"Well...when I met him he was what inspired me to have this," she didn't have to gesture as she peered around the garden that had Shiemi do as well.

"And he made flowers bloom from the ground as if it were nothing. It was like he was a fairy. Magical." Each word became hushed when admitting it. When hearing that Shiemi's head snapped at her.

A fairy? Those were nice creatures that frolicked in and around mushroom circles, from the many stories she had heard. Tiny figurines with the grace of a ballerina that had gossamer wings, she'd always wanted to see one. Or befriend one.

"Really?! I want to meet him!" At her enthusiasm the old woman patted her, her fingers sliding through her hair while chuckling slowly.

"Maybe you will."

That made Shiemi grin at her grandmother even more, as the book had been momentarily forgotten as she lunged upwards to hug her grandmother.

Nestled into the grass blades, the pages had flipped to the last page. There was a teenager and an unreadable expression on his face that could be taken as boredom. Watercolors had been splashed on him that was now in dulling vibrancy. Yet there was a colorfulness—a likeliness that hadn't faded with time.

No words had been written on that page.

Flower Meaning: love of nature

A/N: And that's all for now! I'll probably go back and revise. Also I know flowers have multiple meanings but there will be a singular one to emphasize the main point of each chapter.

Please review and read. I'd like to hear your thoughts! I'll probably update sooner as this couple gives me a lot of creativity.

EDIT: I reread Amaimon (there's so little of him, sob), pages in the manga and hopefully it doesn't seem to OOC, although it is an AU so it may seem like it.