"It seems as if Cyndi Mayweather's incarnate has been spotted! King Yamma's own Akemi Saitō is seen to have traces of the infamous demon – Also known as 57821's – blood!
So what does this mean for the Demon world?~ A bounty! No one will rest until her demon soul is captured! What makes things better?
She's fallen in love with a human! Paul McCartney, you know, of that GOD AWFUL Beatles Fandom?
Beatle Mania is going around like rapid fire!
Cyndi Mayweather, falling in love with such a pathetic loser? UNHEARD OF. Since when did the great Mayweather have time to fall in love for such fools?
We need her; she's wanted for great crimes.
But she's weakened, and has the mind of a human.
NO REST will occur until her SOUL is captured!
We've laid out quite a few rules, daggers, poisons, anything of the sort – ALLOWED, ALLOWED. A gruesome bloody murder? Just as long as her soul is in my hands.
Cyndi won't flee this time. I swear it…
Akemi woke up with sweat dripping down her forehead. The sheets surrounding her were stale and white, and the sound of snoring came from the room beside her. Her chest was rising and collapsing due to her own breathing, and rather quickly at that.
"…Oh dear…"
What a strange dream.
Cyndi Mayweather?
She's had dreams like this before but…
None of this seems right, She'd think to herself before lying back down in her sweat drenched bed, trying to snuggle back up into her sheets and drift off into a deep, deep slee-
VRRRRRRP. VRRRRP. VRRRRRRRP.
"Sweet Jesus! WHAT?" The tiny female reached over towards her nightstand, picking up her simple flip phone before flipping it open and checking the caller ID.
Paulie.
She placed the receiver to her ear and answered, groggily, "Hello?"
"Mornin', luv. Thought I'd call".
"Yeah, I figured as much, Pauuuuwieeee…" Akemi glared at her receiver.
"Wha' are you doin' in bed still, 'Kemi? It's damn near noon."
She then took a glance at the window, the panes being covered in a red-velvet coloured curtain. She stood onto her feet, walked towards the dreaded source of daylight, and pulled the curtains. She winced when a sudden whitish-yellow hue filled the room, along with warmth.
"…I didn't notice."
Of course you wouldn't. She heard Paul's deep, Scouse voice soon lift a bit. She could tell he was smiling, just by the way he spoke, Do me a favour, will ye?
"Yeah, what is it?"
Go check on Martha, please~? I've gotta get to the studio quick! We've got a lot of work 'ta do.
"Paul, I'm all the way where you're on your way to."
Grammar, Akemi. Please, be careful with it.
"Bull shit! I'm in London and you're on your way. You want me to come to your house just so you ca-"
We'll go out for cake when I'm back.
"…I'm on my way."
Great. Martha will be happy to see you, 'Kemi. I'll be home soon. I love you.
"Yeah, Yeah…"
Be good. Don't torture muh dog.
"You really-"
A laugh came from the other end and soon, a click. Akemi tossed her phone towards her bed and then groggily shuffled into the bathroom, examining herself in the mirror.
Her face was rounded, tired looking of course, and moist with quite the bit of sweat. Black, thick strands of hair were tousled about, here, there, everywhere. She then turned to her side, examining herself from there too.
Flat chested – well. Not quite. She had a little bit of a raise in her chest, but not much as one could tell through a normal pink camisole. Her hips weren't too defined either. She was lithe, petite. Had the form of a dancer.
That's what she went to school for there in Liverpool. Dance.
She tugged off her clothes, used the bathroom, and then got into the shower, almost falling asleep in it before shutting off and getting out, wrapping herself in a giant towel and putting on her house-slippers. She kept the towel held around her tight, walking back into her room, but then into the hallway to wake up her room-mate, Aubrey, whose baby was crying – but she doubted the drunken girl would notice.
"Bree, Michelle is cryin'.."
"Can you take her for meh, Akemi? I'm hungova' so bad…" Aubrey's own scouse accent filled her ears now. She scooted into the girl's dimly lit room, looking down into a wooden crib to see a dark haired child of only about 4 months sitting there, crying and kicking her feet.
"You're a bad mom."
"Wha?"
"…Nothing," Akemi reached downward, picking up the child and scooting back out of the room, shutting the door behind her. The infant almost immediately shut up afterwards,
"Oh, happy to see me, eh? Even though I'm tiny, Japanese and probably the only one 'round here that doesn't have one of those nifty Scouse accents, huh?"
The baby merely drooled. Akemi scrunched her nose, cradling the girl the best she could whilst walking back into her room and setting the baby on her bed, allowing the child to kick its feet around.
"We're gonna go see Martha!"
Drool, drool Babble, baby babble.
"…Awh, Michelle. You're no fun."
More babble.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm just talking to myself here, I get you."
Akemi was had quite the temper on her, but when it came down to it, she was such a loving, caring, sweet girl.
Once she had on bra and a pair of knickers, she heard her cell phone once more, making that obnoxious Vrrrrrp, Vrrrrrp sound.
"Oh now what!"
She reached over, grabbed her phone and flipped it open to see…
George?
"Yeah?" She answered,
You're goin' to Paul's, right? She'd listen to his voice, trying to see if any underlying emotion could be found, "Yeah, why?"
"Just wonderin'. I may stop by later, things with Patti are.."
"…Rough?"
"…Yeh."
Click. How strange.
She closed her phone and tossed it beside Michelle again, whom was sucking on her toes. "Yuckk! Michelle, quit that!"
Of course, she didn't listen to her. She walked into her small closet and pulled out a pair of thick, blue tights, and then put those on, along with a black, striped shirt and a pair of black moccasins. She wouldn't bother to dry her hair, or put make up on.
Hell. She was only to go see a dog anyway. What did it matter?
"…I gotta get you dressed too, don't I?" She'd look at Michelle, who was attempting to roll. Akemi shook her head and snickered, scuttled into Aubrey's room, who was in her bathroom – puking, and g grabbed about 4 onesies, socks, a complete outfit, her jacket and shoes. She'd then stuff them into her diaper bag, all except for the full outfit, and then she'd walk back into her own room, making note to never leave a baby all alone like that on such a huge bed. Especially a child that was trying to roll.
"...Come on then?" She'd pick the girl up, changing her into a plaid dress, with tights, and then slipping on mary-janes, and a hair bow onto her head.
"You look adorable. George and Paulie will squeal."
The boys? Squeal? How out of character!
"Come on, let's go see Martha."
She slung the diaper bag over her shoulder, and stepped out of the door once baby Michelle had on her jacket, and once she had on her own jacket as well.
