Disclaimers: Shia and Klaus, as well as Pita-ten, do not belong to me. Sadly.
Notes: A work of random perspective of Shia's thoughts and feelings as what she is and why, confused and lost in a world she never belonged in, and Klaus' feelings for her. Set before her identity as Shima, during the manga series, up to… that time.
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"There's an evil in all of us…
And there is no way to rid of it."
---Demon in Disguise---
---Prologue---
Who was she?
That was a matter of perspective.
What was she doing?
Whatever it was, it was against her own free will.
Why was it this way?
She no longer knew; but the pain was always there.
Seated on a small, rickety chair in the middle of a pretty empty room, Shia stared blankly at the walls in front of her. Not all that exciting and all, but it was time consuming, and that was all that mattered to her.
The sounds of footsteps passing by the closed off room were faint, almost non-existent, as were the voices of others as they yelled, screamed, held conversations from one another.
And yet, she was the only one isolated.
Voices from past meetings, telling-offs and the like bounced back and forth in her mind, but they no longer made any sense to her. So many of them had been because of her, but what did it matter?
Yes, she was a failure, but nothing would change that now. That was the way she was and that was all that mattered in the end.
Why was she what she was? Why did she care so much and why were her emotions 'always getting in the way', as the authorities put it?
Nothing could change it. Even from the start they had known. And still, they were willing to try.
Shia turned at the sound of a door creaking open.
"Klaus…"
"The authorities wish to speak to you again."
The brunette stood up, a brief flicker of frustration on her usually composed – if not neutral – face. But it was gone almost instantly and she shook her head slowly, like she just couldn't understand it anymore.
"Of course."
Her blonde-haired mentor nodded and left the room, the slamming of the door behind him echoing eerily into the hallways that made up the place in which they lived. A place like none other; one that could never be erased in the existence and truth of life.
It was a place of one of many negative emotions that could never be wiped away: fury… hate… hurt… They were all the same in the end.
Blended together in the angst of morality and of the reality that every faces more than once in their life. As there were the good things, so were the bad and that was what made up the three realms.
Heaven, Hell, and the Surface World.
But what did it matter?
Sitting back down, Shia looked at her pale hands, as if they held the answer to the questions that she didn't know. To why she was so different and confused constantly and why was it that everyone said that this shouldn't have been.
Who was she?
One who was constantly lost.
What was she?
No one knew; not even herself.
Why was it this way?
It always had been, there was no other way around it.
Glancing up at nothing in particular, the brunette wondered what it would be like to be someone else; to be kind and caring without ridicule and the like. Why was it that it was this way and could never be changed?
What was she?
A demon… yet not.
'That is who I am.'
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After Notes: Aah… I started another story and I still need to continue the others. Except this one is actually related to the series itself, so that's all good. Hope it was okay. Kinda short, but it'll be longer… and make more sense, hopefully. Reviews are much appreciated as well XD