The Cruise
Disclaimer: StrawberryStealer does not own Demon Diary. She claims no rights to any references such as characters scenes, etc. as they belong to their respectful owner(s). No money is being made and no infringement is intended.
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: -SLASH- duh,; Attempted humor by MOI, so be prepared for extreme corny-ness. Rather short. On the account of a first Demon Diary fanfic, NO FLAMES. You have been warned.
Summary: Should be rather self explanatory, but anyway. In which Erutis blackmails Chris into helping her in the oh so enjoyable pastime of matchmaking, and sends Raenef and Eclipse on a romantic cruise to a place that she forgot and for a length of time she never found out. Rated for future senseless fluff and current senselessness. Attempted humor.
Dedicated: to Skybluebutterfly, who smuggled Demon Diary out of her house successfully without getting caught by her parents glomp
The Cruise
Two round pairs of eyes peeked out from behind the blessedly wide column.
"Move! Your head is in the way and I can't see anything!" a voice whispered irritably to its companion.
"Shut up!" another somewhat more feminine voice commanded, "It will be a waste if he hears you!"
"But I can'-" the voice shut up abruptly after receiving a sharp kick in the knee.
"I said shut up!"
-n-
Raenef stood in front of his Eclipse's study door and knocked, hoping that the demon wouldn't scream at him for the favor that he was going to ask.
"Enter." Eclipse's emotionless voice stated from the other side of the elaborately carved wooden door. Raenef opened the door slightly and stuck his head in.
"Eclipse?" Ruby eyes met his own from behind a large, paper-filled, wooden desk. His tutor nodded, and Raenef slid slowly into the room. Sunlight streamed head on through magnificent windows, glowing throughout the large study. Bright, silken tapestries depicting various Demon Lords of the Raenef line decorated the creamy stone walls, as if they had been woven only the day before. Raenef let his eyes wander over them and the rich expensive furniture before resting once more on his tutor, who was still staring at him from behind a thick, leather bound spell book titled in arcane symbols. Eclipse definitely read too much.
"...Um...I was wondering...Iwaswonderingifwecouldgoonacruise." He said it quickly, and looked down at the thick carpet beneath his toes, opting for the sound-very-embarrassed-and-then-beg technique to get what he wanted from the older demon. Simply begging would get him a lecture before consent, and the Demon Lord needed to hurry.
His mentor blinked at him. "What?" Eclipse asked. "Demon Lords enunciate their words properly, my liege." he added, stifling a sigh. "And they don't stare at carpets."
Raenef continued to admire the carpet, ignoring the hint from the other demon. "I was wondering if we could go on a cruise." he said, fighting down the tinge of red that had begun to steal over his face.
"A cruise?" Eclipse asked, lowering his book to his lap. "Why?"
"Why!" Raenef exclaimed, jumping up and startling his tutor with his sudden abundant energy. "It will be fun, Eclipse, it doesn't matter why! And you can always use a vacation, right?" He gazed at Eclipse with humungous, tear-filled puppy dog eyes. Eclipse tried to look away as he heard his voice concede with his Lord's strange wish, and tried not to smile as said lord glomped him and proceeded to dance around the room happily. Giving in to puppy eyes yes, smile no. Because after smiles it would be pats on the head, and then hugs, and he, Eclipse, could never do anything that might be mushy like that. He blinked and looked down at the highly polished desk as Raenef placed two slips of paper onto it and then danced hyperly out the door. Tickets. Eclipse picked them up and nearly choked.
The ship left in twenty minutes.
n-
This time, two pairs of eyes peeked out from behind from their own rather thin but exquisitely sculpted columns. They strained on the slim figure in the light blue tunic, which then disappeared into the room. The eyes turned to look at each other in a disbelieving glee.
"He bought it..." the male voice said, eyes round in wonder, but pleased none the less.
"Of course he did," his companion said joyfully, executing a little jig down the otherwise empty hallway. "I am a -genius-" she crowed.
"..." the monk glared sullenly at the wall. Erutis stopped her jig to grin a tinge evilly and dragged a rather large, dust covered suitcase into full view. "Now, next, you're going to have to climb into this suitcase."
Chris jumped. "Are you insane?" he nearly screeched, before remembering the temper of the demon less than fifty feet away, and satisfied himself with a hiss. Erutis laughed softly to herself before pointing to the now open suitcase at her feet. "I mean it, monk. The suitcase. Now."
He shook his head violently. "No way, no how." he said, crossing his arms across his chest. "Besides, if you want revenge for your hair coloring so badly, you should make me do something more painful, like clean out your room." he smirked, knowing it would irk her. Pouring hair dye into Erutis's shampoo had been one of his greatest pranks ever, but the price was a bit harsh, even coming from the knight.
Erutis brushed a lock of newly died black hair out of her eyes. "That wouldn't be revenge enough, monk." she replied, "And this isn't going to be enough either. Oh you're going to die when you find out what's going to happen to you!" She rubbed her hands together and cackled witch-like to herself while Chris sweatdropped. Realizing there was no way to stop Erutis, whose eyes had now taken on a somewhat unhealthy gleam; Chris asked a pointless precautionary question.
"What are you going to do to me?" he asked, wondering why he even wanted to know before hand.
Erutis glanced at him. "Oh, nothing," she conceded, taping her foot in impatience, "For now. I'm going to be in another suitcase myself, so quit complaining. You should be happy that you have someone to help you hide yourself in the suitcase." she added, enjoying herself immensely.
Chris sat down in the suitcase and couldn't help but wonder what type of beating Hejem would give him if he ever found out (as if Chris ever cared anyway). Placing the tickets somewhere where the blonde demon lord was bound to find them but not wonder about their origins had been easy enough, as the kitchen table was as good a place as any, but this was really something else. "Why do I have to do this?" he whined in a last ditch attempt to escape his unhappy fate.
Erutis gave the complaining monk a withering look. "For my revenge, you fool." she said. "Besides, if I have to spend all my money on cruise tickets, even for those two, I am definitely going myself."
Review, please...
