Hey. This is a rewrite of my story Deamonic. I'm gonna try and flesh out the story better, and as a result, the pacing may slow down a bit from the old version.

A large shadow shifted in the darkness. For the briefest moment an arm swung forwards and was visible in the light of the waxing moon. It was several times to large to belong to a human, and it was proportioned wrong, with the lower regions of the arm noticeable thicker than the upper regions as well as being much to long. Seemingly noticing its arm was exposed the beast it belonged to pulled back into the darkness. Hesitating it moved forwards again so it could see out of the shadows clearly, however it was careful to keep its arm from swinging forwards again. Seeming satisfied by what it observed the beast withdrew fully into the shadows so all that was visible was the faintest of outlines, and even that was only visible to one who was looking for it.

Almost immediately after the beast had disappeared into the darkness, a young girl walked forwards. Smiling slyly she gestured to the beast behind her and it reluctantly moved forwards as well, however refused to emerge from the shadows. Sighing the girl waved her hand and the beast dissolved into light and faded away, leaving behind a band of wood on the ground. Picking up the band the girl started walking forwards down a barely visible road while humming to herself.

"I wonder if I'll finally find him in Golla."

DEAMONIC

The sounds of glasses clinking and the smell of food permeated the small diner so fiercely that one couldn't enter and not find themselves at ease. There were several tables strewn about in a haphazardly way that gave the impression of informality and there was a bar along one end that would seat at most five or six people. There was a small TV in the corner, and near it was the only intentionally placed table, one that was close enough to hear what was being said, however far enough away so that anyone watching wouldn't find themselves drawn out of the merriment of the atmosphere.

Behind the bar one of two waiters was busy cleaning a glass. She had short dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes that tended to shift towards brown than any other color, however occasionally turned a dim green. Her bangs framed the front of her face and reached down to just below her jaw and she always had a smile on her face while serving the customers. She was wearing a worn looking white long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, and equally worn looking blue jeans with a leather apron that had a name tag attached that read Amelia.

An elderly man with long gray hair tied into a pony tail sat at the bar and raised a glass towards her.

"Can I get another glass darling?" He said while tipping the rim of the glass in her direction

"Of course you can." Laughing Amelia took the glass and filled it from a tap before handing it back to the man.

"Thank ya. Oh, hows the new kid doing?" The man asked as he took a drink.

"Well, he hasn't quite gotten the hang of it yet, but it is only his third day." She answered while cleaning another glass.

Just as Amelia put the glass down a loud bang was heard from behind the wall. Sighing Amelia picked up another glass and cleaned it as well. Shaking her head she muttered something under her breath and looked at a door in the corner behind the bar. After a moment said door flew open and a young man stepped out. He was roughly six feet tall and had shoulder length straight black hair and dull yellow eyes. Like Amelia he was wearing a white long sleeved shirt, though his looked new and the sleeves weren't rolled up. Along with this he wore a pair of dark beige slacks and a leather apron with a name tag that read Leo.

"Leo, its about time you were ready. I'm gonna let you take your shift now. Remember not to break anything this time. Do you seriously think I'd believe that glass jumped off the platter yesterday?" Amelia said shaking her head.

"Yeah yeah, I'll be more careful this time, lay off me will ya." Leo shot back, his voiced laced with a light northern accent.

Straightening his apron Leo pulled out a note pad and started his rounds of going to each table and checking on the people at them, seeing if they needed refill or something similar. One couldn't fail to notice how many of their gazes lingered on the man due to his oddly colored eyes and unusual accent. Shaking his head he walked behind the bar and grabbed and filled several glasses before going back and placing them on the tables. Sighing he muttered to himself as he stepped behind the bar again.

"Don't take it to hard boy, yellow eyes are very rare in these parts, though I hear their rather common in the north." The old man commented on Leo's situation.

"Don't believe all those rumors, yellow eyes are actually rarer up north, the thing is though, up there people could care less what color your eyes are, its only down here that race and the like matter."

"Hey, don't say stuff like that Leo, I for one like your accent." Amelia said offhandedly.

"Thanks, but every one else I've met is a bleeding idiot in that regard. I'm even considering getting colored contacts." Leo replied.

Their conversation was cut short when the front door opened and a young girl walked in. She was wearing a loose fitting dark blue T-shirt with blue jeans and has long black hair with almost chocolate brown eyes. She smiled at the two behind the counter before walking over to the counter in the farthest corner. Occasionally she would shoot a quick glance in their direction before looking back at her menu.

"Leo, go take her order for me, I'm not done cleaning these glasses yet."

"Whatever." Taking the pad out again Leo walked over to the girl. "What'll you have?"

"What?" Glancing up the girl noticed Leo and blushed. "O-oh, I'll have..." She quickly glanced at the menu. "A bowl of Clam Chowder."

"Alright, anything to drink?" As he asked Leo noticed her eyes gravitate upwards and lock on his before quickly darting away.

"W-water."

"Alright then..." Leo muttered irritably while scribbling on the pad. "Your food'll be ready in about ten minutes."

"I l-like your eyes..." She muttered almost to herself.

"Really?" Leo asked almost in disbelief.

"Yeah...the names Rachael."

"Alright Rachael, I'll be back in ten."

Walking to the kitchen Leo thought about what the girl said. No one had ever said they actually liked his eyes since he had traveled south. He knew this was because of the myth that having yellow eyes meant your soul was sickly and cruel, however it still bothered him, even more so since in the north there was a myth stating yellow eyes were a sign that the one possessing them had been touched by the Goddess of Luck. Sighing the man walked into the kitchen and told the chef the order and grabbed a glass of water on his way out. Navigating back to Rachael he placed the glass on her table before quickly walking away to avoid another conversation with her.

"Leo, it looks like that ones got a thing for you." Amelia commented as he stepped behind the bar.

"You're kidding."

"Not in the slightest. I mean...even now she keeps eying you."

Glancing to the side Leo saw that Rachael was in fact staring at him. She noticed his own gaze and blushing looked away. Shaking his head Leo looked at the clock on the wall and went back into the kitchen to get the girl's chowder. Picking up the bowl he swore and dropped it because it was to hot. He carefully picked it back up and put it on a platter and walked back out, ignoring Amelia's laughter. Arriving at Rachael's table Leo set the bowl down and turned to walk away.

"Um...thanks."

"Your welcome."

"Oh! Um...n-never mind."

Shaking his head in confusion Leo walked back to the bar and leaned against the wall. Noticing this Amelia walked up to him and leaned forward.

"Ya know what, she likes you. Here, take this" She handed him a hundred dollar bill "Take the rest of the day off. When she finishes, take her out somewhere. Who knows, you might like her as well."

"But-"

"No buts. Just do it. I've known you for three days and I already know you're to stiff, you need to loosen up."

Reluctantly Leo took the money and shoved it in his pocket. He hesitated for a moment before removing his apron and handing it to Amelia, then he sat down and waited for Rachael to finish her food. After about twenty minutes she did finish, and Amelia went and took her bowl. Leo saw her lean in and whisper something, and noticed her face turn red before she nodded. Walking back behind the bar she hit Leo's shoulder.

"Go on big boy, she's waiting."

"I'm going I'm going..."

Leo got up and walked over to Rachael. She blushed even more before standing up and looking at him. She tried to say something but nothing came out so she simply shook her head and stood behind him. Shaking his own head Leo lead her outside the diner and started walking down the sidewalk aimlessly.

"So, where do you want to go?"

"I..." Rachael stopped in her tracks and rested her chin on her hand thinking. "How about...well...isn't the fair today?"

"Yeah...I forgot about that. You wanna check it out?"

"Y-yeah." She said with a smile.

"Wow...she's pretty cute when she's happy..." Leo thought to himself. "No, I'm just doing this because Amelia told me to, no other reason."

The two of them navigated through the town until they found the fairgrounds. Once there they walked through the booths, stopping every once in awhile to see what was going on. Several times Rachael would reach out to grab his hand, however each time she would invariably pull back in embarrassment. As this went on Leo felt an urge to grab her hand himself, however he made sure he wouldn't act on it. After a few hours of wandering the two of them passed by a booth and a man called out to them.

"Hey buddy, I bet ya can't pop this here balloon in one shot. If ya do, I'll let ya take any one of the prizes for your girlfriend there." He said with a smirk, convinced his goading would get to Leo.

Before Leo could open his mouth, Rachael cut in.

"He can do it! Can't you Leo?"

Not knowing what to say he simply nodded and stepped up to the booth. The man handed him a small dart and told him to win he would have to pop the red balloon. Looking at it he saw it was in the dead center of a dart board, and there were several other balloons around it, already popped. Glancing around also saw that several others had gathered around, curious as to whether or not he would be able to do it as well. Sighing he looked at the board and slowed his breathing. Holding out the dart he narrowed his eyes and pulled his arm back. Casting another glace around the area he steadied his hand and threw the dark forward. To him it seemed to fly is slow motion, barely moving through the air. After what felt like an hour to him though, it hit the board and popped the balloon.

"There. Now what do I win?"

Obviously stunned by what happened the man behind the booth pointed at the shelves and told him to take whatever he wanted. Not knowing what Rachael would like he simply grabbed a small teddy bear and handed it to her. Smiling she took it and hugged it to her chest. She then wrapped her arms around him instead. Not expecting this Leo almost fell backwards, but was able to steady himself.

"Leo...I...love you."

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