Demonic Torment

Chapter – 1 – Feather?

At night the town of Namimori seemed peaceful, the quiet electrical buzz of street lights hummed gently along footpaths roads lighting the way while grasshoppers made their invisible presences known playing their built in instruments, the only foreign sound was the rhythmic and steady thudding of rubber soled sneakers hitting hard cold concrete, Yamamoto turned another corner his shoes creating high pitched squeak as they skidded along the pavement, he needed to clear his head is what he thought to himself as he stopped to catch his breath, even if he was fit and only jogging the cold air was irritating his lungs and causing him to heave large breaths of the Autumn night air.

Him and his dad don't usually fight but they did tonight, he's positive it was a stupid reason therefore he'll head home later after they both cool their heads a little, they'll both apologize and then they'll go on with their lives happy as Larry, suddenly he was broken out of his reverie when he heard a muffled yell and a loud crash followed by quieter thuds and short screams of pain, suddenly curious he followed the racket to its source, which was a dark solemn seemingly abandoned warehouse, the noise of glass breaking, wood snapping and the now louder agony filled wails reverberating through the opened doors, he waited patiently till it quieted down a bit before making a move firstly poking his head through the heavily dented steel door, while warily glancing around he was startled by another ear piercing scream echoing from an open door on the far side of the room, he gripped his sword Shigure Kintoki making sure it was still there before starting at a light jog towards the door trying his best to keep his steps light and quiet.

He entered the building slowly, not wanting to attract attention to himself, shuffling one foot in then another until he was completely inside the dilapidated building, the room was empty, confused he turned and glance warily at the large steel door that was dented and covered in blood, a loud groan broke him out of his reverie, jumping a little he squinted into the inky blackness only to see what looked like a body, staggering straight towards him, adjusting his grip on his weapon he held it before him warningly, the silhouette took two more steps before it collapsed in a heaving lump of gasps and ragged breaths, stepping forward cautiously he kneeled before the body and noticed something that surprised him, tightly gripped between the man's fingers was a… black feather? Yes but what was strange was the silver lining around the edging of the feather like the sharps side of a blade it, he could only tell by the sparse moonlight filtering in from above his head the silver reflected the light, the feather was smooth beautiful silky and soft, but what was strange was how big it was, it was at least two hands long?..

Deciding to forget about it he pocketed the feather, and glancing around saw a doorway he walked straight to it without sparing a second glance to the dead man behind him, oh how he was going to regret that…

Continuing into the next room he almost threw up instead he just gagged slightly, the whole room was slashed and dotted with blood but the strange thing was, the blood was changing colour, now that normally wouldn't be weird as its dark and it could just be a trick of the light, but rather than turning from bright red to dark red it was turning from red to… black also when looked at closely it was emitting a dark aura that glowed a dark purple? Stepping closer he kneeled in front of one of the puddles not touching it though, something was moving in it leaning closer with his sword poised to strike, something that looked like eyes popped through the surface of the strange substance then the puddle seemed to come alive small deformed black hands formed from the liquid, the eyes locked onto the young swordsman, the hands stretched out and reached for the boy who could only throw himself back in fear.

The eyes seemed to harden as one of the deformed hands wrapped around his ankle and began tugging him towards it, the puddle opened wider so that it could encompass him, he felt it shudder beneath him as he started sinking, slowly, he struggled trying to kick the arms off him but they only pulled harder, remembering his sword he gripped it tighter and swung at the creature, it was in vain as the creature instantly wraps its body around the weapon and rips the blade from his hand pulling it under, he tried desperately to wrench it back but the thing had gripped his arm, and was now tugging him under.

He was panicking so much he didn't hear the uttered words of 'kamikorosu' and the light sound of footsteps heading towards him, until something wet was dumped over his shoulders and spread all over the mass underneath him that instantly started burning and making loud screeching noises, a hand wrapped tightly around the back of his collar the other hand plunged into the squirming mass more steam rose from it as the hand yanked out the Shigure Kintoki, the hand that pulled it out looked burnt and was shaking slightly in pain, then with newfound strength the hand on his collar yanked harder and pulled both Yamamoto and his sword out of the screaming… thing.

Landing hard on the ground his sword clattering down next to him he looked up startled at the steel gaze of… Hibari Kyouya?!... He was just saved by the demon prefect of Namimori!?

The prefect kneeled down in front of him but something was different about the prefect, his eyes, one eye was the normal silver colour but the other was gold and the sclera was black, and on his head were two black furred ears and small light creamy coloured horns with black tips, obviously thinking that he's alright, the prefect stood and turned to face the evil puddle, much to Yamamoto's surprise, a black feather tipped tail was swaying from side to side at the ravenettes heels, but what surprised him the most were the two large black wings the feathers reflected the silver moonlight exactly like the feather he found earlier… eyes widening in realization he thought Hibari did this!...

Watching with wide eyes he saw as Hibari lowered his stance lifting his arms his trademark tonfas sliding straight into place, his purple flames engulfed his body but now swirling within the flames were silver flames they both flickered in and out of focus, swirling together he strode forward lifting his arm and bringing the tip of the tonfa down hard on one of the eyes that was still turning around in the grotesque liquid, instantly the puddle burst into flames eaten away in an instant the black thing disappeared quickly, the prefect turned back around and stretched his wings out wide they engulfed his small frame easily, then as quickly as he appeared he flapped once and shot through the hole in the roof.

Yamamoto was dumbstruck, what should he do? Should he call the police? Would they even believe him? What would he say 'Oh hello officer, yeah I was just nearly eaten by a demon puddle, but was saved by the school prefect who oh yeah has wings and a tail' yeah maybe it would be best to just keep it to himself for now, maybe he could try talking to the prefect about it later… yeah good luck with that, but then again he did save me maybe he would be open to some sort of explanation at the very least.

When he got home that night covered in dirt and bruises, he apologized to his dad who had been waiting for him, told him he fell down a hill had a shower and went straight to bed; for once in his life Yamamoto had a lot more on his mind than baseball, sushi and grades.

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