"Here's the address on his account… can't promise it'll be correct."
"Whatever. Thanks."
And with that, he left to go visit the address.
He walked up the steps to the house with his schoolbag on his hip, fresh out of school in his cute uniform. He rang the doorbell and waited, impatient. He wanted this to be over as soon as possible. He didn't have time to waste. Eventually, the door opened, revealing a pale, red-haired guy, looking less than pleased to receive guests.
"What is it?"
"Are you Uzumaki Nagato?"
At this, the guy paused, probably wondering how this kid knew his name.
"Yes…"
"Good. I need you to teach me about demons."
Now, this really caught Nagato off guard. He wasn't prepared for that one at all. How did this kid know anything like that about him?
"Alright… come in." Nagato went back into his house, leaving the door open for the kid stranger. Said kid stranger came inside, removing his shoes and looking around.
As should be expected of the apparent Satanist, his house was rather dark, the windows shut with the blinds drawn. The only sufficient light came from the sitting room, which held numerous shelves of books and books, in English and Japanese, and one he didn't recognize. It looked English, but didn't form any English words he knew.
Nagato went over to his bookshelf and pulled out a couple of books, sometimes looking at one and putting it back. He did this silently.
As the other one looked around, he noticed candles of different colours and scents, often accompanied by weird symbols or a book. He questioned what he was getting himself into.
"Do you speak English?" Nagato asked out of the blue, catching the boy unprepared.
"What?" Came his rather dumb-sounding reply.
"Do you speak English?" Nagato wasn't surprised that this kid was so into everything. Nagato imagined he'd never seen anything like it before.
"I can read it just fine." He crossed his arms and shifted his weight, re-composing himself, not about to let this guy think he had him fazed.
"Good…" Nagato piled up some books and offered them.
"No, I want you to teach me. It will go quicker if you teach me in person while I also read at home."
Nagato put the books down. "Alright, then let's get to it immediately. I'd rather have this done quickly."
And so Nagato began informing the curious child of the world below; of demons, their ranking, the way it all worked. The boy was particularly interested in summoning the demons, which concerned Nagato slightly, as he knew this kid would have no respect upon contacting a demon.
As the boy took notes, he was suddenly overcome by the need to sneeze. He turned to sneeze in his elbow, realised there were books in that general direction, panicked, then quickly lifted his shirt and sneezed into his shirt. Safe for now.
As Nagato watched the boy struggle, he smiled slightly. Look at him being polite as to not be destroyed. Cute~
The boy shook his head, and resuming his notes, said, "Continue."
Nagato continued the lesson until a fair time into the evening, when the boy dismissed himself and went home, taking Nagato's phone number, promising to contact him later. That slightly irritated Nagato, as he was content with being not contacted by that kid, whose name he did not even know.
He sighed and went to his room and thought about the kid. Either he's telling the truth and he takes a religion class and wants to scare the Hell out of everybody, or he's planning something stupid. Either way, Nagato went to sleep the same sound way he did every night before that, not troubled at all by the events of the day.
As promised, the kid texted Nagato that afternoon, claiming he was coming over. Claiming, mind you, not asking permission to. This also irritated Nagato, but he just accepted it. He decided he'd ask the kid his name this time before letting him inside.
When the kid showed up, he was clad in the same uniform he was on upon the last confrontation. He tried immediately to come inside, but Nagato pushed him back slightly.
"Yeah, not this time, kid. Who exactly are you? You didn't even introduce yourself yesterday." Nagato inquired.
"Uchiha Sasuke, Senior in Highschool. Want my blood type and social security, too?" The kid replied quickly and caustically.
Nagato didn't quite appreciate the tone considering he was the one going out of his way to teach Sasuke, but he couldn't bring himself to say no, either…..
That day, Sasuke particularly showed another interest in summoning demons. Nagato gave him all the knowledge he possibly could, even giving Sasuke some example sigils and candles. Nagato did his best to warn Sasuke….
"You have to be polite to demons… something you don't demonstrate even with other humans."
"Whatever, I'll be fine."
"If they don't appreciate the way you're talking, they might kill you, Sasuke."
"Whatever."
That was the jist of the exchange, ending with Nagato giving up, accepting that this kid was probably gonna die and there was nothing he could do about it.
Oh, well. Another one bites the dust.
He sent Sasuke home giddy as a kid on Christmas, loaded with books with the demons' information, candles, and another separate book on the actual act of summoning.
As Nagato continued on his own that night, he received a call from Sasuke at 12:18 a.m. the following morning….
