Okay, so I fibbed when I stated in my other fiction that I would be finishing my Kuroshitsuji story before posting anything else but... I just needed to get this out! It's been on my mind for three days and now that I finally have it typed out, I'm posting it!

As always, this is un-edited but I was able to partially look it over and make corrections where they were needed before posting. :)

Enjoy! :D

He couldn't fully wrap his head around the topic at hand. He, Amaimon, the demon King of Earth, was so different from her. She was a human; nothing more than a creature meant for his entertainment. She wasn't immortal, nor did she have the strength to defend herself against an upper level demonic attack. Hell, she didn't even possess qualities to become an exorcist. She was just a normal human girl without a real purpose in life, yet he couldn't seem to get his mind off her.

It wasn't as if she was a stunning creature bred by Aphrodite herself. Forest green eyes paired with light brown hair that danced down her back complimented her pale complexion. She had a tiny nose and a round face that gave her a more innocent, child-like appeal to whoever laid eyes on her. She was small in stature and compared to Amaimon's average height, he surmised that she would only reach beneath his shoulder should she be standing beside him.

"I don't get it," Amaimon muttered aloud, the frustration he felt finally leaking through his voice. "Why can't I stop thinking about her?"

Behemoth, who had been circling around his master, made a noise to draw Amaimon's attention and gave his master what only he could interpret as worried look paired with a whimper. The green-haired male reached down to place a hand on his familiar's head and gave a sigh.

"I think it's time for us to visit Brother," Amaimon suddenly stood up. "Come Behemoth."

x - x - x

"Alright, tell me again why you're here?"

Amaimon crouched down in front of one of Mephisto's giant televisions and watched surveillance footage of the school and all around the school's perimeter. He was looking for someone, but Mephisto still couldn't get his younger sibling to state why he arrived back in Assiah.

"Amaimon!" Mephisto glared. "If you refuse to tell me why you've returned–"

"Oh! There she is!" The green-haired demon suddenly jumped up, effectively cutting Mephisto off as she rushed towards the balcony door with Behemoth at his heels.

Before Amaimon could even touch the glass, a hand caught the back of his shirt and sent his body retching forward before falling limp against his captors grasp. He turned his attention to his elder sibling, who with minimal effort, lifted his arm up and twisted his hand so that the Earth King was now elevated off the floor by a mere foot and now faced the unimpressed Mephisto.

"Brother, why are you holding me off the ground?" Amaimon blinked several times in confusion. "Did you need something?"

A tick mark suddenly appeared on the director's forehead, his brow twitching once more. "I asked you why you're here. Now tell me before I choose to beat it out of you."

"Oh, that's easy," Amaimon tilted his head to the side. "I'm looking for someone."

Mephisto eyed his brother suspiciously. "A human?" When Amaimon gave a quick nod of his head, the purple-haired demon's brow rose. "Female?" Another nod. "And what do you plan on doing with this girl once you've found her?"

"Well, I don't know yet," Mephisto lowered the demon king to the ground before releasing his hold on Amaimon's clothing. "It's strange Brother, ever since I laid eyes on her I just can't stop thinking about her."

As Mephisto listened to his brother, a grin slowly crept its way onto his face. "I see."

"Yeah," Amaimon glanced over Mephisto's shoulder and eyed the screen once more, his gaze fixated on the girl walking down the street on the television. "Not even candy seems to take my mind off this human, nor does it sate my hunger."

"So you wish to eat this girl?"

"No, no. Nothing like that," Amaimon looked at his elder brother again. "It's a different type of hunger."

Mephisto's grin spread wider. "Why Amaimon, never would I had guessed that you would become sexually attracted to a human. Or perhaps, the attraction is much, much more than just carnal desires?"

"Huh?" Amaimon paused. Having been in the middle of retrieving a half-eaten lollipop from his trouser pockets, his eyes locked onto his brother and widened slightly. "I never said that!"

"You didn't have to," Mephisto chuckled before walking back to his desk and taking a seat. "Sit and wait. I shall have someone fetch this girl and bring her here."

Amaimon blinked. "But I wanted to go and meet her myself."

Mephisto watched the younger demon for a moment and contemplated all of what could go wrong if he let Amaimon loose in public as he chased after a human girl, who after observing her on the screen for a moment, seemed oblivious to the existence of demons. The outcome could go one of two ways, being that she either ran away screaming or he kidnapped her and brought her somewhere against her will.

Neither of which Mephisto was willing to allow, considering the oath he took in protecting the citizens of Assiah.

"Alright, I'll allow you to go and collect her yourself but on one condition," Mephisto's tone suddenly lacked it's usual jubilee accent and his eyes hard. Amaimon slowly nodded before popping the lollipop into his mouth. "If I catch any wind that you have kidnapped the girl or have caused any sort of damage to her or the surrounding area, you will be severely reprimanded this time. Do I make myself clear?"

Amaimon studied each of his brother's words carefully, recalling the incident where he and his younger brother Rin had played during their time in the amusement park. With a nod of his head, Amaimon pocketed his hands and allowed his posture to slouch forward somewhat into a more comfortable, non-threatening position. Mephisto, pleased by the deflated little brother, felt a little more confident that he wouldn't have to retrieve his brother and beat him to a pulp for another mass destruction of his city.

"I understand."

"Good. Now go and get your human before you start destroying more of my controllers."

"Takara, I don't understand why you read all of that stuff."

Two girls walked down the sidewalk together; one held books while the other carried nothing. Takara, the girl who held the books close to her chest, simply smiled at her companion.

"It's simple really! If I want to go to True Cross Academy, I need to start studying about demons and their history," Takara beamed happily. "My father told me that the director requires a person to have a vast knowledge on the subject, so in order to prepare myself for next year, I need to hit the books and study as much as I can before next term."

The blond that walked beside her rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "Seems like too much work to me. Why not just attend a normal school in another city?"

"I can't believe you would even ask me to consider that!" Takara gasped dramatically, earning a giggle from her friend in return. "You know how much this would mean to me if I was accepted into True Cross. None of my family members have ever made it into that school, and I plan on being the first."

"This is just a ploy to beat your brother, isn't it?"

A faint blush spread on the girl's cheeks as she clenched her fist in determination. "Yeah.. He always has a way of besting me. It's about time I finally beat him at something!"

"Get a gorgeous boyfriend with a lot of money and then I'm sure you'll bruise his ego really good," The blond smirked. "Since he hasn't had a girlfriend for over three years, I'm sure he'd be awful jealous of you. Especially if you could get someone as rich as Sir Mephisto Pheles."

Takara's face flared a bright red. "Aimee, don't say that out loud!"

"Why not? Have you seen the director? He's a little strange but he's extremely handsome!"

Takara avoided Aimee's gaze as she concentrated on the sidewalk a head of her.

"Well, we're here now," Aimee stopped at the gate opening to the stairs leading up to her doorstep. "Sure you don't want to come in and have supper with me tonight? Mum is making sukiyaki."

Takara shook her head and gave Aimee a smile. "Sorry, I promised my mother I would be home for supper tonight. Apparently we're celebrating my older sister's pregnancy, so it would be rude of me not to attend."

"Oh, okay then. Well, see you tomorrow!"

Takara waved at her friend before heading off down the road towards her home. Meanwhile, Amaimon sat patiently waiting for his golden moment of opportunity perched in a large fur tree as he assaulted one of his long, black nails with his sharp teeth.

"Excellent, she's finally alone," He muttered to himself before standing straight. "Behemoth, I want you to run back to Brother and stay there unless I call you for something, okay?"

Behemoth looked up at his master with a droll stare, as if to tell him what Mephisto already had. Amaimon narrowed his eyes and muttered something about his fun being ruined as his elder sibling's words floated into his mind. He could hear Mephisto's cheerful, amusement filled laughter followed by his last statement before the Earth King fled the room with haste. Amaimon knew his brother would recieve great pleasure from torturing him about falling for a human girl.

"Be gentle with her and perhaps you will have much better luck in courting her, seeing as how you seem to be so hopelessly in love with her."

Amaimon sighed. "Oh well, I suppose scaring her off wouldn't be a good first impression," He looked down at Behemoth once more. "Alright, I'll be off now and so should you."

The faithful creature looked up at Amaimon briefly before sprinting off to return to the academy, leaving the demon king to his own devices as he hopped down from the tree to follow the girl as she headed for a trail on the outskirts of the park she had just entered. With a fast pace, it didn't take him long to catch up to the girl.

"Excuse me," Amaimon suddenly spoke out, choosing to be forward rather than using a silent approach. "Your name is Takara, correct?"

Takara, having been slightly startled by the sound of the demon king's voice appearing out of no where, released her hold on her books as they fell to the ground. Her body pivoted in his direction, her eyes locking onto his own. Expecting to see a child due to the higher pitched, breezy tone of voice, she was shocked to see a young man standing a full head taller than her only looking to be several years older than she.

"Y–Yes? May I ask who you are?" She asked slowly, obviously frightened by his random appearance.

Amaimon blinked and remained still for a moment before reaching down to collect the books she had dropped before returning to his full height. "My name is Amaimon, it's nice to meet you."

There was something about the boy that Takara couldn't put her finger on that just screamed for her to run away, but she couldn't even bring herself to break away from his gaze. Admittedly enough, she found his unique appearance to be rather intriguing. He was handsome and seemed as though he was friendly enough. She drank in his every detail as quickly as she could before he could catch her studying his appearance.

Amaimon.. Where have I heard that name before?

Amaimon watched her intensely as he reached out to offer the fallen books to her, waiting to see what she would do. Her eyes slowly trailed down to his outstretched limb, immediately noticing his elongated nails. She felt a shiver run down her spine, her mind spinning with the thought of how sharp they must be.

"Thank you..." Takara gently pried the books from his hands. Pulling them to her chest, she held them closely before bowing slightly to him. "It was nice meeting you but I'm afraid I must be going now–"

"You're going to walk in the woods alone while it's getting dark out?" Amaimon tilted his head to the side, a look of confusion crossing his face. "I thought it was dangerous for young females to be alone at night?"

Takara blinked. Huh? "Y–Yes, well, I–"

"Very well then, I shall be your escort!"

"Oh, no! You don't have to–"

Amaimon suddenly walked closer to her and offered his arm for her to take, his voice becoming lighter and his demeanor lifting considerably despite the fact a smile was still absent from his face. "I insist!"

Takara, not knowing what to do in this situation, reluctantly accepted the arm offered to her as she timidly wrapped her hand around his forearm. Pleased by her compliance, Amaimon grinned to himself as the two began to walk through the trail entrance together.

"I couldn't help but notice that your books are about demons," Amaimon suddenly glanced down at her.

Takara looked up at him before turning her attention to the books she was now clutching tightly to her chest in order to keep calm. "Yes. I'm studying about them so I might have a chance to be accepted into True Cross Academy next year."

"You want to study there?" Amaimon stopped abruptly before turning his full attention down to the girl who held his arm. "Why don't I just ask my brother? I'm sure he would accept you into the academy if I asked him to."

"Your brother?" Takara blinked before realization dawned upon her. "You're Sir Pheles' brother?!"

Amaimon nodded.

Takara felt her heart flutter as Aimee's words about finding a rich boyfriend suddenly raced through her mind. She would have a field day with this if she were here right now!

"So, if you're Sir Pheles' brother... Why aren't you a teacher at his academy?"

Amaimon shrugged his shoulders. "They don't allow demons to teach the students there, and also because Brother feels I would be a danger to his school structure. He's afraid I'll make more messes that he will have to clean up."

... Huh?

Not really caring about his little slip, he looked down to observe Takara's facial expression. The sound of her heart beginning to race faster and faster made his head tilt and his brow raise.

"Did you not know about the existence of demons?" He asked slowly before blinking. "Oh yes, that's right! You're only starting to study about them now!"

Takara let her hand fall from his arm as she took a step back from him, her inner self reminding her of the nervous feeling she got from him when he first appeared. Suddenly understanding why she had felt that way, she could sense a whole other dangerous feeling from him.

"Y–You're a... demon?" She bit her bottom lip to attempt to control the tremors that threatened to wrack through her body. "But how is that possible?"

Amaimon turned to face her fully and watched her as he snorted. "I'm not just a demon. I happen to be one of the Eight Demon Kings."

Takara felt her stomach do somersaults as his words echoed through her mind. He's a demon king? But then, what about his... That means... Sir Pheles is a demon as well? Finally releasing the hold on her body, she felt the goosebumps lift off her skin as she began to shake in fear.

Noticing this, Amaimon tilted his head to the side. "Why are you so frightened of me? You were fine just a second ago." When Takara took another step back, Amaimon reached into his pocket and produced a piece of wrapped candy and held it out to her. "Here."

Takara blinked as she looked from him to the wrapped treat and then back up to him. Her body still shook with fear, but now she was confused. Why was proclaimed demon king here with her, offering her sweets?

"Brother once told me girls enjoy sweets, so I thought maybe this would make you feel better." Amaimon stated honestly.

Takara couldn't help but blush at the consideration, momentarily forgetting his true nature. Hesitantly, she reached forward with the hand that held onto his arm moments ago to accept the piece of candy. Amaimon watched her, pleased with himself that he was able to calm the girl's heart rate even if only slightly.

"So... You're a demon king?" Takara kept her eyes trained on the candy before slowly looking up to meet his gaze.

Amaimon nodded but showed no pride to follow his boasting title. "Yes. I'm Amaimon, King of Earth."

"'King of Earth'?" Takara repeated. "So then, what of Sir Pheles...?"

"He's also one of the Eight," Amaimon confirmed. "He holds the title of King of Time and Space."

As if a gear began to shift in her head, Takara found herself filling with interest and curiosity rather than fear of the boy in front of her. He was showing no signs of threatening behavior, and even found a way to settle her nerves by his (cute) peace offering.

Takara's brows furrowed slightly. Why would a demon king be interested in her?

"Before you go and ask awkward questions about why I found you, it's because I wanted to meet you," Amaimon blurted out, as if reading her mind. "You see, I was here in Assiah once before and I saw you. Brother told me that because I can't stop thinking about you, it's because I'm sexually attracted to you or something like that, but he also makes it sound like I'm in love with you."

Takara froze; her face heated up and her body ceased it's trembling.

"That's why I'm here now and have introduced myself to you," Amaimon continued. "I watched other humans as they met for the first time and noticed that they exchanged information about each other and talked for long periods of time to better understand one another, so I figured I would do the same."

"You want to get to know me...?" Was all Takara could muster up to say.

Amaimon nodded. "Yes. I want to know what it is about you that I've become so obsessed with."

Heat rushed to her cheeks once more as Takara looked away shyly. Never had she had a boy–demon or not–confess that they had become obsessed with her, let alone thought about her for any period of time. A strange sensation began to drift over her as she suddenly felt the tight hold on her books become more gentle. Her body began to relax little by little, falling into the treacherous pits of trust that demons were ever so gifted to compel their pray to fall in.

"You seem to have settled down now, so does that mean we can continue our walk?" Amaimon leaned forward, his face suddenly a lot closer to Takara's.

Her breath hitched as she met his gaze with her own and nodded slowly. Once again, the demon king offered his arm to her, which she looked at with a moment of hesitation before slowly wrapping her hand around his arm again.

"What are you going to do with me?" Takara hesitantly asked, her eyes not daring to meet his own.

Amaimon's eyes remained on the path a head of them. "Well, I could always make you my bride."

"W– What?!"

"Isn't that what couples do?" Amaimon looked down at Takara and blinked. "We're technically almost a couple now, aren't we?"

"No!" Takara's face was bright red now. "We just met and you said you wanted to get to know me! You didn't ask me out of anything like that!"

"Oh, I see... So I have to ask you to be my mate before you become my bride?" Amaimon reached his free hand up to scratch his head. "Very well then. I want you to become my mate."

"But we just met!"

"And? Most demons don't know their mates for long periods of time before they become a couple."

Takara felt as though she was now dealing with an older (much older) version of her brother. "But we're not a couple and I'm not a demon!"

"I could change that, you know."

"I–I'd rather not!"

Amaimon blinked. "Why not? Is it because we just met?"

"Yes–I mean, no!"

"Very well, I'll leave you a human for a while longer." Amaimon sounded as though he were reluctantly agreeing to some awful terms to a contract. "So tell me, will I be meeting with your father once we arrive at your destination?"

Takara looked up at him slowly. "Why do you want to meet him?"

"Well, if you are to become my bride, I must meet your father. It's a tradition we demons have."

"I never said I would become your bride!"

"But you will accept to become my mate, correct?"

"When did I agree to that?"

"Just now."

Takara went wide eyed. "N–No, I didn't!"

"That isn't nice you know," Amaimon chastised. "Toying with a man's emotions like that."

All she could do was stare up at the demon king with mixed emotions. At first, she felt as though he were a huge threat that should be feared and for her to flee from. But now, it was if they were bickering like an old married couple. Was this his idea of getting to know her?

Before Takara knew what was happening, her back was pressed against a tree as Amaimon looked down at her.

"You are much more comfortable with me now then you were five minutes ago, so why can't we not become mates?" Amaimon pinned her to the tree with both his clawed hands and his piercing cerulean eyes.

She couldn't pull her own eyes away from his gaze as she fought against her inner struggles that this demon had begun to stir. Deciding to go along a more argumentative approach, Takara quickly thought over her words before suddenly speaking to him.

"How do I know that once you've gotten bored of me you won't just kill me? I won't live as long as you will, either."

Amaimon stared down at her and suddenly began to lean in closer and closer. "I already told you that I can turn you into a demon. And as for me becoming bored of you, I don't think that will happen."

"But–"

"Are you truly going to refuse the hand of a demon king?" From the sound of his voice, Takara noticed that he seemed almost put off or offended by her reluctance.

She bit her bottom lip and finally tore her gaze away from his own. "Why?"

"Why what?" He tilted his head to the side, extremely curious as to what she would say next.

"Why me?"

"You're different."

She looked up at him wide eyed, not noticing that he was slowly continuing to close the gap between them.

"And as I told you earlier, I've become quite obsessed with you," He paused only to inhale her scent. "Once a demon has become obsessed with something or someone, it consumes them until they have attained it for themselves. By you accepting me, I will be able to put myself at ease knowing you are finally mine."

A strange warmth wafted through her body at his words and suddenly she became very aware of the heat radiating off her cheeks.

"So I will ask again," Amaimon watched her carefully this time. "Will you accept my hand and become my mate before you become my bride?"

"We haven't gotten to know each other yet!" Takara became rather flustered, finally noticing that the demon king was only mere inches away from her.

Amaimon sighed. "Perhaps not, but if I turn you into a demon we will have all eternity to become familiar with each other. Isn't that good enough?"

"You aren't taking no for an answer, are you?" Takara sighed slowly, realizing the situation had no escapes for her.

"Nope," His lips pulled back into a childish grin. "I'm a demon who always gets what he wants."

"Comes with being a king, right?"

Amaimon nodded.

"So you accept?"

Takara shivered as his hands holding her arms captive found their way to her sides, his body now touching her own.

Before she could respond, she felt his lips press lightly onto her own. Curiosity filled her to the brim as she allowed herself to close her eyes, accepting the feelings that began to stir within her as this demon wrapped his arms around her waist to draw her nearer to him while his lips now pressed firmly to her own.

Once Amaimon pulled away, he looked down at her and studied her facial expression. He noticed that she was still rather flustered and nervous of the situation, but she remained calm in his embrace.

"I thought you said we would get to know each other first?" Takara looked anywhere but up at him during that moment, honestly embarrassed that she allowed herself to be kissed by a complete stranger.

"Well, I was getting bored so I thought I would hurry things along," He admitted. "So now that we are mates, shall we go meet with your father and tell him the news before I take you to meet my brother?"

"I never said I would be your mate!"

Well, it's 1:11AM this morning, and I just had to get this out. LOOL

Sorry if Mephisto or Amaimon are extremely out of character, but I couldn't help it! That damn Earth King is just too darn cute for his own good.

Hope whoever is reading this enjoyed it, and I shall see you all in the next thing I write!

Will be ex-posted onto my dA account; kayorisatou :)

Tataa~