So, I guess I'm obsessed with this pairing now. For some reason I keep listening to music and getting reminded of them, even if it doesn't make any goddamn sense. And thus, this happened. Don't even ask me where this is going, because I have no idea. It might be a oneshot, it might turn into more, I don't know. I'll also post the smutty version on AO3 most likely. Because when it comes to these two, it's kinda hard to keep it clean. But maybe that's just me. Probably. Anyways, let's see where this goes.

When it came to Mephisto Pheles, she was sure of one thing. She hated him. She hated his stupid face, his stupid clown style of clothes, his stupid all-knowing attitude, his stupid "I'm so cool" personality. She hated that she had to see him every day and put up with him. She hated when he talked down to her like she was some child, though when she thought about it, he was a few thousand years older than her. She hated that too.

She really hated dreaming about him.

Ever since the Kyoto ordeal, things between them seemed off. He started showing up in her dreams nearly every night. Something between them changed. She supposed it was the night they got drunk, or rather she got drunk and he was surprisingly tipsy. She had attacked him in order to get information. But when she was finally alone in her room later that night, she couldn't help but think of how close they had been. She was only doing it to catch him off guard, but in hindsight she could have done it some other way. Preferably one that didn't involve her lying on top of him while he ogled her chest.

That was only the beginning though. After that day she thought of him more often than usual and he made a few appearances in her dreams, but things really changed when Lucifer declared war on them. She had been injured by the Seraphim and had to be hospitalized. But being the person she is, she couldn't just sit around while everything was in chaos. She had gone to find Mephisto to see where everyone was. When he said they had gone after Izumo and Shima, she damn near had a panic attack which aggravated her wound.

She thought she would just fall and hit the floor.

But with speed she couldn't comprehend, he was holding her up with one arm. She remembered feeling a mixture of shock, disgust, pain and something close to nervous. She hated when he touched her, but at the same time she was glad he didn't let her fall like an idiot. But being so close to him always made her nervous. She could never read him, never predict his next move. He was an extremely powerful demon king, and even though she forgot that sometimes, it was still a fact. Anyone would feel at least a little nervous around him.

But when she was in his hold, she realized something. She could see his arms. Some of you might be saying "So? They're just arms." And you would be right, if this wasn't Mephisto. The guy never showed any skin whatsoever, except his neck and face obviously. She had never seen even a peek of his skin before. But seeing the expanse of pale flesh up-close and personal made her stomach flip and her heart stutter. Even if he was wearing a ridiculous pink moe shirt, she couldn't help but think he looked..somewhat good. Still ridiculous, but an improvement none the less.

After that day, she dreamt of him practically every night. Hate didn't even begin to describe what she felt. Usually he would just do what he normally does in real life; annoy the hell out of her. But then on more rare occasions (like when she drank more than usual and passed out) her dreams would take a weird an unexpected turn.

Like tonight, for example.

Her day had been more annoying than usual since Rin screwed up a mission once again and Yukio nagged at her for not watching him, even though she had been. Then to make it worse, Mephisto showed up and chastised her like she was a five year old and gave her his usual smug face, driving her even crazier. She had gone home and drank herself right to sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, she was in a crowd of people and loud music was playing, causing the floor and walls to vibrate. She looked around with a scowl, wondering what the hell she was dreaming about this time. The room was dark, nearly black except for a few colorful lights, and when she looked down she realized she was wearing a tight black dress that showed too much. At least her brain didn't change her style of clothing that much. She began making her way through the dancing bodies, belatedly noticing that no one had faces. In fact, they looked more like shadows.

Damn alcohol..giving me weird dreams.

As she wandered around, she realized there was no exit. She was stuck in an endless room with a bunch of dancing shadows. Okay, I'll just wake up, she thought, tightly closing her eyes and then quickly opening them. Her scowl deepened when she realized that wasn't going to work. So she decided to keep walking around until she woke up, looking around at the blackness surrounding her. This was probably the weirdest dream she's ever had.

She looked to the right and was met with a pair of green eyes and had to do a double take, but they disappeared before she could confirm that they had even been there. Shaking her head, she continued walking, only to see something purple walk past some shadows. Narrowing her eyes she quickly followed it, only to see a flash of white going in the opposite direction. She realized she was spinning in circles trying to find whatever it was and took a calming breath, before picking one direction and going with it. But when she took a step, those same green eyes were suddenly right in front of her.

She blinked, and suddenly the eyes were all around her.

"What the hell?" She muttered, blood turning cold as a familiar laugh echoed around her.

"Confused, are we?" The voice said, and she felt her head ache from the day come back.

"Where are you, ya damn clown?" She asked, spinning around and finding the room filled with Mephisto's. Shit, this ain't a dream. It's a nightmare!

"You tell me, it's your dream. Or are you incapable of dreaming as well?" He asked, smirking as she growled in frustration. Closing her eyes, she cleared her mind, trying to get rid of all the Mephisto's until only one remained. When she opened her eyes again he was standing a few feet away from her, the same stupid smirk on his face. She noticed the music was still playing quietly in the background.

"Why the hell are you in my dreams?" She asked, wondering why she was having such a lucid dream. Did she really know Mephisto's personality this well? It felt like he was actually there with her, which was a chilling thought.

"I'm afraid I don't have the answer to that question, Shura dear. It's something you need to ask yourself." He replied, suddenly appearing right next to her. "I can tell you the answer is quite obvious." He purred next to her ear, causing her to stiffen.

"I don't know what yer talking about, stupid clown, but if ya don't get outta my dreams I'm gonna kick yer ass."

"Charming as ever I see. Very well, continue living in denial. I love a good chase."

"What are you-" She stopped midsentence as he suddenly vanished, and the world around her began fading away. She jolted away with a gasp, looking around the room as if expecting him to be there. "Stupid demon..What kinda dream was that?" She asked herself, looking around her room one last time to make sure he wasn't there.

"I sure as hell ain't going to sleep after that. Guess I'll get up." She muttered, looking at the clock and groaning. It was barely five in the morning. She usually didn't get up until seven. "What the hell am I supposed to do for two hours?!"

She looked at her nightstand which had a half empty can of beer on it and paused.

"Well..it's never too early to start drinking!"

Hmm..I wanted to make this longer but it wouldn't make sense, so I guess this is a multi-chapter fic. The song I was going to use is Talk Dirty by Jason Derulo, but then I remembered FF doesn't like you using lyrics from songs -_- so I left it out. Boo FF! But anywho, hopefully this didn't suck too bad. The next chapter should be up soon, maybe, possibly…