A/N: I understand that sometimes I change tense- and that's because some things remain true in the present, like the fact that Shiro is older than Yuri.

Satan

It was the goddamn snowman sweater. It was dark gray and looked about a size too big on her. It hung several inches over the top of her red, wool skirt. And she was wearing fluffy, white earmuffs. Never mind the earmuffs and the snowman sweater, she was short and skinny with copious amounts of dark brown hair. Definitely not my type. Or, so I thought.

"Watch where you're going!" I growled, bending over to pick up my spilled bag of groceries.

"S-sorry!" she stammered, bending down as well to help me. She picked up a loaf of French bread and handed it to my shyly. "I really am very sorry, sir. I didn't see you there."

"Of course you didn't," I muttered, taking the loaf and pushing it fiercely back into the bag.

"Daddy! Have you finally found a pretty lady?" asked a voice from several feet below my line of sight. I looked down to see my oldest son, Mephisto. Behind him were his brothers, Astaroth and Amaimon. A small smile stretched my lips.

"A-are they your sons?" asked the girl with a tiny smile. I noticed she had several small moles on her face.

"Yeah," I said gruffly.

Mephisto ran up and looked up at her. There was only about a two foot height difference- told you she was tiny.

"Hi, pretty lady!" he said.

Astaroth walked up to her as well. "Did Daddy have to fight a dragon to rescue you?"

The girl looked surprised but pleased. "N-no! I just bumped into him. My name's Yuri. What are your names?" she asked, crouching down to get on eye level with them.

"I'm Mephisto and this is my little brother Astaroth! The shy one over there is Amaimon!" Mephisto introduced, giving Yuri a bow.

"Well, aren't you the gentleman?" she giggled.

I cleared my throat. "Mephisto, Astaroth. We really should be going," I said.

Yuri blushed fiercely and stood up. "S-sorry about that, sir…" she said, stumbling over her words.

"Don't stutter," I said, "It's unbecoming."

I watched her temper flare up. "Well, excuse you! You're the one who's been nothing but rude to me! I apologized to you twice for bumping into you and you act like I've committed some federal offense!" she exclaimed, balling her fists.

I couldn't help it. The laugh escaped my mouth before I even knew it was coming. "Oh, come on, kid! You're in high school or something, right?"

"I'm eighteen!" she squeaked.

I gave her forehead a push, sending her back a couple feet. "You've got temper, kid-,"

I was cut off by some high and mighty voice from behind her. "Yuri! Who's this you're talking to?"

She turned around and saw a tall, blonde guy approaching. He had long hair and was dressed in all white. He gave me the once-over and seemed to disapprove.

"O-oh! Arthur! Hi… this is… um… I actually don't know his name…"

My lips parted in a smirk. "My name is Satan," he said.

This Arthur figure looked absolutely appalled at this. Yuri seemed mildly surprised but mostly indifferent.

"You, foul demon! Keep your filthy influences away from this pure, young soul!" he said, brandishing an accusatory figure.

Now she looked uncomfortable. "Arthur, please… don't do this," she said quietly.

"Was he bothering you, Yuri?" he asked.

"No! I just bumped into him, that's all! He wasn't trying to do anything bad, I promise!" she told him earnestly.

Shock rippled through my mind. Had this girl just defended me? Even though I'd been a complete and utter ass to her? What a weird girl.

Mephisto liked the idea of joining her and piped up with his opinion as well. "Yeah! Daddy didn't do anything wrong! He was just going to finally get a nice lady friend!"

"Mephisto, please," I said, trying to intervene.

"Definitely! He fought a dragon to rescue her!" Astaroth added, looking completely convinced of his claim.

Arthur put an arm around Yuri and pulled her protectively to his chest. "I do not care what your excuses are! This woman is the daughter of a priest and I will not allow her to be defiled!"

Poor thing. She looked like she wanted to melt into the ground and disappear.

I leaned in dangerously close to him and grinned, revealing my unusually sharp teeth. "Take her. I have no interest in a twig of a kid like her anyway," I said, before turning around swiftly and walking away with Mephisto, Astaroth, and Amaimon in tow.

"You should've been nicer to her!" Mephisto reprimanded.

I sighed. "Why? She's obviously got an over-protective boyfriend and I want no part in that at all."

On this particular occasion, I was wrong. Very wrong indeed. I hate being wrong. Almost as much as I hated her on that snowy December day.

Yuri

Argggh! He makes me so mad! Why the heck was he so rude to me?! I didn't do anything wrong! I even helped pick up his stupid French bread! Ooh, I hate that stupid, stupid Satan so much! I thought angrily as Arthur walked me back towards my house.

"Honestly, Yuri. You should take better care of yourself. You never know where demons are hiding," he said, keeping his arm around me.

This was Arthur Auguste Angel- my boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, I liked Arthur and I thought he was cute but sometimes he was just so… overbearing. He probably thought I couldn't do anything for myself.

"I just bumped into him," I muttered defensively.

"That was his grand plan! And then he was going to seduce you into sin!"

I laughed. "Trust me. The last thing he wants is to seduce me! He seemed to hate me without even having really met me!"

"That's what he wanted you to think," Arthur said knowledgably, "Anyway, your friend is at your house. That's why I came out to get you," he said.

I brightened up considerably at this. "Shiro?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes," he said, "Shiro Fujimoto."

I grinned happily and the thought of Satan was pushed to the back of my mind. When we reached my house, a two-story light blue thing, I saw Shiro waiting outside. He was smoking (of course). I broke from Arthur's embrace and ran up to Shiro, throwing my arms around him.

"Hi!" I exclaimed, snuggling into him.

He laughed and ruffled my hair. "Hey, short stuff."

I laughed and looked up, his brown eyes meeting my teal ones. "Let's go do something fun!"

He crumpled his cigarette in one hand and threw it in the outside trash. "Alright. What do you want to do?"

Shiro Fujimoto is a couple years older than me and the best friend I'd ever had. We met back when I was in kindergarten and he was in second grade. He didn't like me at first but eventually we really started to hit it off. In fact, we even ended up getting best friends necklaces. We still wear them.

"Hmm… let's go people watch at the café!" I decided, tugging him with me back onto the street, "BYE ARTHUR!" I shouted, waving to my boyfriend.

Once we were out of earshot, Shiro turned to me. "Why are you dating him, Yuri? He's so uptight."

"I like him," I told my friend, striding confidently toward our favorite café. But I don't think he was paying attention because I saw him staring at some poor girl's chest.

I stood on tiptoe and slapped the back of his head. "Don't you dare perv on some innocent young girl!" I hissed.

"Ow," was his only response.

Once we got to the café and sat down at our favorite window seat he took a sip of his coffee and asked our usual question. "Meet anyone interesting today?"

I blinked. "Now that you mention it, I did meet someone interesting today…"