This is the first in a collection of stories I'm writing for the 30 kisses livejournal community.

Author/Artist: Bscl43
Pairing: Shiro Lika
Fandom: The Demon Ororon
Theme: 14. radio-cassette player

Disclaimer: The Demon Ororon is the intellectual property of Hakase Mizuki. No profit was made from this pathetic little imitation of a story.

Wouldn't it be nice to just be a body in a body

It really was a filthy hole of an apartment. They had taken up a few rooms in one of the most rundown places she had ever seen. She could practically lean out the window and touch the crumbling brick of the building across the narrow ally. She could hear the music from the party 2 floors down. She couldn't hear what they were playing, but she could hear the bass rumbling up the narrow space between buildings. The people down there were drowning in that beat. The people up here were drowning in sorrow. The people down there were grinding and kissing and happy. The people up here were bleeding and running and scared. The people down there were human. The people up here weren't. Except for her, not even Chiaki was really human.

She couldn't help but wonder if maybe she should be down there with the humans. It was so tempting. Going down there and losing herself in a beat, kissing some guy till she forgot about heaven and hell. She could just go be a body grinding up against a body, and not deal with all this shit that was so much bigger than her. Because really she was just some human, if the King Of The Demons couldn't protect Chiaki what the hell was she going to do.

She looked around the room she was in, fading peeling wallpaper, chipped paint ceiling with a burned out light bulb the fixture half pulled out so you could see the wiring. Hard wood floors that were practically worn through, the wall opposite the door had a small desk with a lamp on it the 40 watt bulb trying and failing to lift the gloom. The wooden chair that went with it only had half of its back left. The wall across from the window had an old filthy couch that no one would want to sit on. The only other thing in the room was Shiro; He was sitting under the window she was leaning out of. But then again what would the monster sitting next to her be good for when the shit hit the fan. Sure Shiro was more powerful than some stupid human, but he was sadly outclassed by the type of badasses who takeout the king of hell. If he had any sense at all he would take his little brother and get as far from us as he could.

"I wish I was down there." He whispered out in to the dark room.

"Me too."

A/N I think there might be more to this one. I guess will have to wait and see.