Chapter 1: No More Running


He heard a faint creak of his office door, Mephisto's eyes shifted from his fancy tea cup. Wondering for a moment, who could it be? Morning for the school had just started. So who could be opening the door to his office without even a knock? He thought it was his brother for a second when the door opened, but with view of somewhere that wasn't the hallway did he realize it isn't his brother. In fact, it as someone with an Infinity Key, which he knew only a hand full of people possessed.

The door swung open, revealing the person. His eyes widened as he saw a familiar curved body in those same black leather boots that was dragging a red suit case. Mephisto's body had froze with the tea in hand as the person smiled at him. "Luciela?" he asked, voice filled with disbelief at the girl no, at the women that stood in front of him.

Her smile turned into a fine smirk across her lips as she turned her head to the door beside her. "I didn't think you'd be that surprised to see me". Her voice was soft, hinting with slight bitterness. Kira's hand reached to the key, turning it out of the slit and slides it into her pocket.

Mephisto kept his eyes locked on her even when she looked away. Kira looked to same to him but yet the aura around her was different. Her eyes were no longer the warm deep brown and now replaced with piercing red eyes that resembled the colour of roses. The black locks that drew around her face wasn't wild but neat and longer, passing her shoulder blades, with licks of a lush deep blue on the tips. Kira's sun kissed skin had gotten fair, making her seem pale to him. Her figure didn't change: wide hips, curved waist, busty chest, the black coat and pants she wore outlined her body beautifully as it hugged her.

He placed his tea cup down on the desk, "Well~ I didn't expect you'd be back so quickly". His voice returned to normal.

Kira hummed to herself as she closed the door behind her. "15 years is short?"

Mephisto shrugged carelessly at her, "That's all perspective". Kira let out a small sigh, "I guess", she said before making her way closer to his desk. The sound of her heels following after each step she took to the coach where she placed her suitcase. A sly smirk appeared across his lips when he caught a glimpse of the black strip that choked around her neck.

"Did you have a lovely time~?" he asks, life picking up in his tone.

Kira nodded softly, "Yup". She walked to the chair that was right in front of Mephisto's desk and seat down. Hands placed in front on her leg but her eyes avoided looking up.

His eyes adventured the front of her position, seeing that the black coat had a single button that was done in the middle of her torso. This made the edges of the black fabric like an 'X'. Kira wore a red V neck top underneath the coat to avoid her torso from being exposed, but he did find her neck line quite alluring. Kira on the other hand could feel his eyes burning into her, feeling blood rushing to her face. She bit her bottom lip, figuring she was blushing. Mephisto enjoyed the indirect teasing, he smirks wickedly seeing her flushed reaction. He decided some answers were needed.

"So~ how's the family?" he asks in that usual cheery voice. Her voice was caught in her throat for a second. And so the Q&A began.

"They're fine". Her voice sounded shaky.

"You're brother as well? ~".

She nodded, "Yea, he's alright".

"Oh ~ Isn't that wonderful~", his tone screaming of sarcasm, "And what of your mother and father?"

"…Died… both of them". Her voice seemed to trail off, he was taken aback slightly. "..they're all pretty much gone…on both sides…" She couldn't stop herself and he knew.

"I see… oh well, this sort of thing happens". He shrugs it off easily, her fists curled into a ball on her lap.

"Yea… I know…" her hair fell over her eyes to hide. Why did she come back again?

His trickster smile didn't fade, "oh and how are your old friends?~" his voice started to sound menacing.

He expected her to gasp, be obedient and answer his torturing questions. This was far from the case.

Kira violently shoot up from her seat, her hands struck down on his desk. He could have sworn the wood was just crumble. "It's none of your damn business!" she yelled out of rage.

Mephisto was highly entertained by her, it was the first time he's seen Kira so enraged. That's a lie.

"Well? ~ How are they?" he continued to taunt her.

"Stop it!"

He didn't get the clue, "That boyfriend of yours, what's his name? Oh yes and that girl you called your best frien-".

"Shut up!" she screamed. "God when will you get it?! Is bullying me that fun for you?! Would you like me to leave and never come back for another 15 years? Or how about we make it 30 this time?".

Kira's chest was rising heavily from the yelling. She was expecting him to loss himself, get mad, yell scream. For once she wanted him to break from his seemingly flawless act. This wasn't the case.

Mephisto placed his elbows on the desk evenly, his fingers interconnected as his chin sat where they meet. Keeping his composure, "My dear, weren't you the one that left in the middle of the night? Especially right after we finished quite a passionate embrace and never even left a shred of a note. I think it's safe to say I'm allowed to ask such questions". His tone started changing, becoming more harsh "whether you like it or not".

By the time the demon was finished talking, Kira's eyes roaring with fire from the anger fueling those red orbs. The gold chain that dangled from her collar swung, the diamond shaped ruby jewel seemed to glow with the same flush red as her cheeks. He tore his roaming eyes from the lovely view of her chest to dart to her eyes that were mentally shooting daggers at him.

Kira never felt so angry at him. She knew he could go low, but she didn't expect him to be killing her like this. She just came back, a few seconds ago. Shouldn't he be happy? After 15 years? No, that was her human emotions talking, hoping, and feeding her false dreams. She knew what he was and knew she would never get what she wanted from him. It didn't happen 15 years ago, why would it happen now?

Mephisto grinned slyly, showing rows of his pointed teeth, "My dear Luciela, When are you going to get it through that pretty head of yours…" His hand reached out to her chain, his index finger hooks under it and gave her chin a good tug toward him, "…That you are no longer human?"

Kira gasps but then growls at him, grabbing his wrist "Don't call me that!"

He was half surprised. "But isn't that your name?"

The girl shook her head "Not anymore…" Her tone was calm but she had to fight back the tears. "it's Kira Kiyo".

Mephisto released her chain, making her release his wrist. "Oh? ~ So you've decided to create an alias?" Kira looked down, away from his gaze. "Obviously", spoke her soft voice, leaving traces of bitterness.

This news only caused him to laugh half cheerfully as he swung on his chair. "Kira Kiyo~ that has a nice ring to it~ and suits you too~". Kira sighs as she draws herself from the desk. "But it's quite amusing that your name means 'dark purity', don't you think? ~".

She hugs herself with her arms, "Stop that, you know why I choose that name so leave it alone". Kira didn't feel like having this talk with him, at least not when she just came back. Especially when he wasn't going to give her the one thing she wanted.

Taking notice of her wanting to avoid the topic, he decided to leave her be for now. "My my~ you really are starting to sound like that little brother of mine~".

Kira raised an eyebrow in question. "Amaimon?" She only knew that Mephisto had another brother that was also a demon.

He shook his head, "Rin, one of the twins that Fujimoto took care of. You have heard of what happened right?".

The girl nodded "how could I not? It's been the talk all over", she crossed her arms "it's... sort of why I came back… I heard what happened to Shuro… ". Kira's words faded as she recalled the exorcist that first trained her when she first came to Japan. When she found out while in Paris, her heart broke, she had to fight the urge to come back for a few days. Now here she was, but Kira didn't want to admit she wanted a certain demon to comfort her. No, she had too much pride for that.

Mephisto turns his chair for his body to face her again. "Should I take it that you're staying?" he gestures with his eyes to her red suitcase.

"Oh". She hums, snapped out of her daze "if…it's not a problem". The girl blushed, her eyes shifting nervously on and off from his. It had been a while since they were together.

He smiles. "As long as you can wait until the school hours are done for us to head to the mansion."

This made her breath pause for a moment. Kira didn't expect him to let her stay there.

'But…isn't this what I wanted?' She thought.

Mephisto waited patiently for her to answer, 'I know why she came back, it's obvious'.

The girl bit her lip, "I-I don't mind waiting". Her voice was sweet and nervous.

A triumphant smirk widens his lips from the smile. "Kira, come here". He demanded, she knew it wasn't a request. Kira's body shivered unwillingly, a boot reluctantly moved forward. Soon she found herself taking another step, then another, then another, until she had walked around the wooden desk and stood in front of him. "Good~ very good~", he said in delight.

His right hand rose to her, she didn't need words to figure out what he meant. Kira watched his purple coloured glove before her shaking hand released the fabric of her coat to cautiously place it on his hand. Mephisto's smirk widened, he tugs her suddenly. Allowing Kira to be -not so- gently land on his lap. She squealed lightly, closing her eyes, feeling a mixture of soft and hard. For her, this was just the beginning of future torment from the demon. Kira flicks her eyes open to see that she had been placed on his lap, one leg arching over the arm of the chair and another hanging off one of his knees.

"I'm glad to see you've returned", his voice hummed in Kira's ear. Her hands instantly grabbed onto Mephisto's shirt, only amusing him more.

"I-I….".Hesitantly, she turned her eyes to meet the mischievous expression on his face. Her hands clenched onto her own coat at the sides. Kira felt her stomach begin to flip. She had finally got a chance to see that Mephisto was exactly the same demon he was all those years ago.

His eyes were the same. His hair was the same colour and style. His face and body didn't age. He wore the same white clothes. He wore the same colourful pants. He wore the same white hat. She even saw he ate the same sweets. Even that sly smirk was the same. Everything was the same.

Kira gulps softly "I'm glad to be back too…" her expression softened, the tint of pink was visible even with her milk chocolate skin. Maybe she still was the same in some ways to him. Mephisto noticed her hands stopped shaking. He tilted back on the chair purposely. Causing her to flinch, her left hand swiftly hooked around the junction between his shoulder blade and neck, her right helplessly trying to grip the fabric on his shoulder.

Mephisto let out an amused chuckle when she looked up at him with widened eyes, her bottom lip pulled in by her teeth. Now this was the girl he remembered.

Kira blushed lightly. "y-you did that on purpose!", she whined.

He smirks "of course I did~", his hands snaked around her waist. The girl's body tenses under his touch. She hums, "can you not! S-someone might see". Voice sweetly pleaded, her eyes signaling to the door.

"Hiding behind excuses is bad~ you should be more honest Kira~", the demon's mischievous tone made her shiver.

Kira hesitated for a moment before her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, resting on his shoulders. He was right, in a way, she thought. There was no use in hiding anymore, she spend 15 years running already. "Mephisto", she said with a delicate ring in her voice.

Mephisto grinned, knowing her answer and knowing the girl had finally come to terms with what she was, what they were. She inched closer towards him, eyes half lidded as she pulled herself in. Ever so gently did Kira press her lips against his, red eyes now covered under fine lids. The demon's lips curled into a smirk, as he enjoyed the sweetness. Both thinking the same thing:

'There's no turning back now'.