Hello there; this fic here has been sitting in a little corner of my mind since chapter five of the manga was released quite a bit ago. If you couldn't tell from the summary, this is an OC fic, and if you don't like that sort of thing, kindly move on. Now then, for the rest of you, keep in mind that though I will have to alter some things, this is going to follow the manga, rather than the show which has some differences. If you have questions or comments, even criticism, I believe you know what to.
That said, please enjoy this short prelude to the main story, and do not fear the "review" link. I promise it won't bite you. It's very tame.
-Bakeneko
Prelude:
The tea was too sweet. Cyrille felt her mouth tingle from it; she could barely taste the tea, let alone tell what kind it was. It could be sugar water for all she knew. She put the absurdly cute, pink teacup on the desk.
"So, why am I here?" she asked.
"Why indeed," replied Mephisto, smiling darkly beneath the white top hat. "The Grigori has informed me of your situation," he said the word slowly, making Cyrille swallow uncomfortably, "And decided that you would fare much better under my watch. You're not the only one with such unique circumstances, after all, and we are fully prepared for you and others." He laughed, and pushed a plate of pastries towards her. "Sweets?"
Cyrille just stared at him wordlessly, taking in his appearance and knowing immediately that he wasn't, couldn't be, human. His ears were too pointed, his teeth to sharp, and his eyes…she knew that particular glint to them.
Demon, she thought, frowning. He wasn't the first one she had come across; she didn't trust him, but the Grigori did, and there wasn't much she could do about it anyway.
"So what am I supposed to do?" she replied, sitting back in the curved chair and glancing out of the corner of her eye the weird menagerie of toys and anime merchandise piled around them. It was obnoxious just how eccentric the man, or rather, demon was. He was obnoxious, with his smug grin and hungry eyes.
Mephisto clasped his hands together and leaned towards her across the desk with a grin.
"I want you to attend cram school."