This fic is rated 'T' because the main guy will swear a lot.

Whenever someone looks at me, they think 'who the hell?'. I'm a person that people love to hate; hell, I love to hate myself. I'm a very hate-able, believe it or not. I can do things that will just dig down deep into the core of someone, I can do something (unconsciously on my half) that will just set someone off, making them pissed beyond all reason. I love this fact about myself; I love that I can distance myself with fear.

I love the look that people get when they get scared, half the time I'm the one there scared of. I'm, half the time, also the one their mad (remember, beyond all belief) at. So, if you meet me, within five minutes, you're either mad at me, or afraid of me. It's as simple as that; you don't really have to do any logic. I just like making people hate and/or fear me.

Call it a hobby, if you will.

No, I'm actually mean (beyond all belief) for a reason. I'm waiting. Waiting for what, you ask? Well, aren't you the question asker?

Nope. Not going to tell you, nyuh uh.

But right now, I'm walking. On a sidewalk. That's next to a street. Well, anyway, I'm walking to my house. From the store. Down the street. Never mind, I'll just start here:

"No, believe me, I DON'T want that to happen." I spoke into my cell phone, it being the most expensive one on the market (can anyone say 'iPhone' yo!?) "No, really, I do NOT want to donate anything. When I say that I DON'T want a new dog shelter, I do NOT want a new dog shelter. I don't want that to happen. Talk to me about new oil refinery and I'll think about it."

I hung up just as he started to scream. Ooh, that tingle down my spine, man, making people pissed just gives me my natural high! MAN, I feel like I could do this all day. Oh, wait, I DO! Ha!

My phone rang again, playing the song that everyone hates. 'Sexy Back' by Justin Timberlake. Love that song, honestly.

"This is Reuben Adams, and you have the next five seconds to tell me a good reason why you should waste my time."

Ooh, have love that answer!

Okay, who do I have to get pissed off to know what's going on here? I mean seriously, my mom isn't home, and in sense, if she isn't home, than that mean's I can't 'borrow' her car, and in that sense, it means I can't go places to waste her gas. I needed to go spend all my brother's cash on that new flat screen! Hell-o! What about MY needs?

I walked into the kitchen, tapping my fingers on my hip whilst looking around. Nothing. Until I spotted a note on the fridge, while I was on my way to look around said fridge to see if there was a box of food with someone else's name on it in which I could eat. The note was on yellow paper, and it held my mother's happy and perky chicken scrawl.

Sorry honey for not being able to talk to you much this month, but there's money in the first hand drawer in your room. Have fun, and don't spend it all on one thing!

Yeah, if you can call a hundred bucks a lot of money. Knowing her, I'll get a hundred and bro will get FIVE hundred. Meh, I'm just had to borrow his money like I was originally going to do. Five points for Reuben!

"Mr. Reuben, your father told me to get you ready for school tomorrow."

I snorted as the maid lady, one of them at least, walked up to me in her ugly black and white uniform, her hands clasped in front of her. She just stood there and I stared at her, but then laughed and leaned against the island in my kitchen, "Aren't you supposed to bow or something? Isn't that what maids do?"

She just stared at me with her emotionless eyes.

"Anyway, aren't I a junior this year?" I mused, looking around the house at nothing in particular, "Anyway, I don't think you need my help with any of that. Shoo, shoo, go gather my things and by me a backpack or something, heavens knows my parents will just buy my grades up."

"Will do, sir." She didn't bow, walking away with that slight waddle she had. That made me laugh out loud, these people always made me laugh, it was so nifty!

Hm, what else should I do to entertain myself?

AHA! I should totally go check out the school, and maybe even see if there's some people around, then go get them horribly mad at me! Ha, ha, what fun!

Okay, once again, can someone tell me what's going on here? And, QUICKLY. This is even more confusing than when my father had too much to drink on New Years Eve and started singing Gloria Gaynor!

I'm actually sitting in a pool of water, outside, and staring strait at a huge castle…thing. Hmm, coincidence, I think NOT! Someone must've wanted my beautiful body all to their own, so they kidnapped me via water transportation. And they really like medieval castles. That or I really was just sucked into the puddle that the stupid gardener made. That's a possibility.

Hmm, whom do I have to piss off to know where I am?

"It looks like he's finally arrived."

I looked up, that glare plastered on my face, to meet the gaze of a foreigner. He had brown hair, a warm smile on his face, and his brown eyes were just radiating happiness. He was standing next to a person with such blonde hair it was blinding, and his eyes were startling green and he was clad in some strange bright blue army uniform.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

"Arrived where may I ask?" I stood up and wiped the water off my shoulders and chest, I sighed, holding up my hand, "never mind, don't answer that, by the look of you two you are probably too simple minded to even comprehend what I'm doing here."

The man's smile went away, and the glare on the younger was enough to make me smile. The boy yelled with a whining voice, "You're here because you're the new demon king!"

"Yup, simple minded." I mused, looking around, "Nice place you got here… is it mine now? If I were, as you say, the demon king, wouldn't I get this castle? Hey, tall weird looking guy, if you're not going to speak up I might just have to fire you."

They just stared at me and I walked forward, toward the castle.

Did I believe all this?

Not on your life. It's probably just a stupid little dream I'm having. Demon king? Puh-lease! I mean seriously, I'm not a demon, I don't recall my parent's being a demon, and I don't remember anything on the news about the hose being a new mode of travel.

Yet this WAS a nice castle, tall really, and nice big walls and such. Hmm, this place would be really fun to just vandalize, you know? I should totally materialize some pain cans, seeing as this is a dream.

"You are the new demon king." The brown haired man said, "And a good one if you can already speak our language. I'm Conrad Weller."

"And I don't really give a crap." I said, looking at him with one raised eyebrow, "just tell me the one way to get headed home from this crazy ass dream, and I'll be set and on my way."

"And here I was afraid that he'd be as much of a wimp as Yuuri." The blonde murmured, and his arms were crossed, and his face was mad.

I snorted, turning around, "Yuuri? What, was that the last demon king? Gees, he probably croaked didn't he?"

"Don't talk about Yuuri!" The blonde yelled, and he actually started to charge at me but the Conrad guy held him back.

I smirked, "What, you don't want me to talk about Yuuri? What don't you want me to say about him? You don't want me to call him stupid? You just called him a wimp; you should be at blame as much as I am. Plus, he probably was one anyway."

Conrad glared at me, but I just smirked and turned around. I heard him speak behind me, "This isn't a dream, and you are the demon king."

Demon king, huh? Man, I was totally going to screw this place over.

I know, it's kinda jumpy, but he's going to stay in the Demon Kingdom a lot, and I…don't really know how long this story is going to be. Remember, reviews updation!

AND, This is just the default chapter, and The other ones will be longer, I promise.