A/N: Hello folks! It's been a while, huh? Well, I'm back with another gift fic, this time for the lovely ollie_oxen_free, whose drabble about Razz summoning a demonic!Blue just gave me a slew of great ideas. I strongly suggest reading that piece first, but this is also a standalone fic. The original piece is here!
Tap tap tap tap tap. The eraser on Razz's pencil bounced up and down rhythmically as he sat in the back row of the lecture hall, trying to pay attention to the lengthy physics lesson. The class seemed to stretch on forever, and although it was over at 4:15, Razz just couldn't keep his focus on the facts at hand. Usually, this class was one of the few that he actually enjoyed taking this semester, and he held a high grade that he intended to keep. Besides, the professor wasn't too bad… for a human anyway. However, Razz found that unlike usual, most of his notebook was blank except for strange, rune like doodles that filled the margins. He had more pressing issues on his mind though, thoughts drifting back to the being in blue that he'd inadvertently summoned last night.
Caeruleum… Blue… the strange demon that had abruptly appeared after Razz had called for him with his makeshift summoning circle of flour and morbid curiosity. He bore some similarities to Razz, most notably that he was another skeleton, except that he was dressed in dark, flowing robes and had two tall horns that extended from his skull, one reaching vainly for the moonlight and the other pointing towards Razz as if to single him out as the demon's next victim. A wide smile had adorned the other's face, and he seemed to be in a far better and happier mood than the "I'm-going-to-kill-you-now-impudent-mortal" response that he'd expected when he'd stepped foot into the circle. Yet in Razz's opinion, the most striking thing about him was his eyes. That devil's pupils were perfect pools of blue, deep wells of color that threatened to drown Razz in their depths, but in that gaze also ran a current of power, desire, as electric as a lightning bolt and just as intense. If Razz's own irises resembled a pond, the demon's were a stormy sea, a watery grave of which there was no escape.
Razz rubbed his left arm, wincing at how tender it was. The tendrils that had manifested when Blue was summoned seemed to have left some kind of odd markings on him right after the ritual, and even though the symbols had disappeared, it still ached, an unfortunate acknowledgement that what he had encountered last night was not actually a dog-treat induced fever dream. Speak of the devil (heh, his brother would groan if he knew), Razz hadn't seen Blue since last night, after he'd left the other behind in a huff. Where was the demonic skeleton now…?
"Looking for me?" came a disembodied voice. From out of the carpeted floor flew Blue, robes reacting to the turbulence before settling down on the desk next to Razz. The other students nearby didn't even look up, as if they hadn't noticed a horned skeleton careening like a catapult out of the carpet.
"Ahhhh!" Razz cried, scooting back in shock and falling out of his chair. His left arm erupted into a fierce ache, and he clutched it to his chest, rubbing at it intensely to try and stem the overwhelming burning sensation licking across his bones.
"Mr. Aster?" the professor called, concerned. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah prof, I'm fine," Razz replied, entirely embarrassed and not appreciating everyone's attention focused on him. "Just shifted the wrong way."
The excuse sounded half-assed even to him, but the professor seemed to buy it and turned back towards the board. "Hm, alright. Well, as you can see…" The professor returned to his teaching as several of the other students stared at Razz strangely, but after a moment they lost interest and resumed ignoring the lesson at hand. Razz sighed.
"Oooooh, so your last name's Aster, is it?" Blue crowed triumphantly, eyebrows drawn up and eyelights practically shimmering in satisfaction at knowing another piece of Razz's identity. Razz swore that his grin had gotten even wider somehow, even though it already seemed to stretch across his whole face.
Razz grumbled in response. "I don't see how that's any of your business, but yes. I suppose it was too much to hope for that you'd leave me alone."
Blue ignored that last bit, trademark grin sitting smugly on his skull. "Well, if I'm going to properly perform the service you summoned me for, I'd like to know as much as I can about you. It'll make things so much easier!"
Razz looked at him, askance. "Uh-huh. And what exactly did I summon you for?"
Blue raised his eyebrows again, his grin shifting from satisfied to cheeky. "That's something you should probably find out sooner rather than later." Suddenly, Blue closed the distance between them, the alabaster bones of his hands caressing Razz's cheeks as the tips of his digits gently drew across Razz's cerulean skull. "However," Blue whispered, his cool breath leaving a tingling sensation that rolled down the side of Razz's skull like a tide, "if you'd prefer a more… hands on explanation, I'd be happy to give you a demonstration."
Now a blushing mess, Razz was about to loudly protest, despite the fact that he was still in class, before the bell rang, startling both skeletons from their stupor. "Alright, class!" the professor called. "Please complete your assignments for next time, and check the syllabus!" Razz took that moment to recollect himself before he packed up his bag, pointedly ignoring his chuckling companion, and made his way to leave before his professor stopped him. "Razz, a moment please."
Razz was about to protest, then thought better of it. It wasn't like it was his professor's fault that he was being haunted by some dumbass ghost demon thing. "Whaddya want, prof?" he asked pointedly, a scowl on his face.
His professor analyzed him, concerned. Razz bristled slightly, uncomfortable with how closely he was being observed. "Well, I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You seemed… off in class today."
Razz recoiled as if he'd been pricked by a red-hot poker. He wasn't used to people worrying about him, and he sure as hell wasn't used to it from his professor. He must've really looked like shit. "Uh, yeah. Just tired from work; that's all."
"Hm. Well, take care of yourself Razz," his professor said kindly. "See you next class, and have a good weekend!"
"Whatever," Razz replied, the scowl only growing deeper as he considered what else he would have to put up with over the next two days. Without another word, he bolted out the door. Blue however, grinning in the shadows of the professor's desk, pondered all that he'd seen for a moment before flying after his new charge.