Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Yes. This is an AU. A collab AU with runwithscissorsXXXbattlescars. Because instead of updating what we should be updating we started a new AU. Sorry bout that. Hopefully we'll update Hinata House soon.

This story came from me just randomly sketching out possible story ideas, and my sister loving this one, due to being a huge Fuyuki-Kululu broshipper. I told her I'd write it if she collabed on it with me, since I am not that great at writing Fuyuki/Kululu interacting in a brotp way. I do brotp it, but I'm just not that great at writing it.

So she agreed. And this came to be.

(Also the title took us hours and still doesn't make much sense, but idk. It sounds cool so I suppose it'll have to do. I honestly wanted it to be called something different.)

I hope you all enjoy. Although Fuyuki and Kululu will be the main characters, there will be other characters who appear and are major for the different arcs.

This chapter was my chapter. My sister edited grammar mistakes though.

I hope you enjoy!

Fuyuki's first spoonful of porridge in the morning felt cold against his tongue, despite its hot temperature. He'd like to think that perhaps it had cooled on his metal spoon, but he knew it was his mind that had deemed his breakfast frozen, just as frozen as his gut was with anxiety.

"Is something wrong?" His mother, Aki, picked up his look of uncomfortableness across the table. She saw the large frown across his face and immediately put her spoon down to figure out how to solve her baby boy's problem.

"Nah, it's all right, Mom." Fuyuki tried to give an uneasy smile. He knew if he complained, his mother would try to make something else for him. It wasn't like they were tight on money or anything, but he knew his loss of appetite wasn't because of the quality of food, but more from nervousness for the coming day.

Aki gave him a small frown. "You sure? If you don't like the porridge, I can make you something different."

Fuyuki shook his head, having predicted correctly that his mother would offer to cook something else. "I'm good," he reaffirmed, and took another bite to prove it.

After a few seconds of watching Fuyuki eat, Aki finally went back to scooping her own porridge into her mouth. Fuyuki sighed in relief that his mother wasn't worried about him. She didn't need any more to worry about.

"So... is there anything you want to do today for your birthday?" Aki asked, trying to make conversation. It had been a bit lonely having just the two of them at the table, but Aki, just like the superb mother she was, had been trying to make the best of it so that Fuyuki wouldn't feel like there was any sort of difference.

"Mom, my birthday is tomorrow." Fuyuki gave a nervous laugh. "I shouldn't celebrate a day early."

"But you won't have any time to celebrate tomorrow! It's... well... It's your ceremony." Aki's voice lowered to a hush, an edge of nervousness sparking.

Fuyuki tried to keep smiling. He tried not to let the nervousness get to him. He knew his life would change after the ceremony, or at least he'd have to adapt for his next two years of life to be very different. The age of fourteen was probably the most important age in a person's life. That was the rules of their people, thanks to the ancient contract.

Fuyuki tried to ease his breathing and reassure himself about the following day. I shouldn't be so worried... It'll all go fine. Everybody's ceremony goes fine. And it's just two years.

Aki picked up on her son's more shallow breathing. "It'll be all right, Fuyuki," she reassured him, getting out of her chair to pat his head.

Fuyuki let himself focus on the feeling of her hand to calm him down. "I know it'll be fine," he told her. "It's just like having a roommate, right? Except that roommate is in your head."

Aki nodded. "Yeah. It's like having a roommate," she agreed. "And since you're such a nice kid, you'll probably even make friends with your demon!"

Fuyuki gave her a smile but tried to keep the bile in his stomach from rising. A demon would be in his mind. Sharing control over his body, moving his hands, his legs, his arms, his mouth. For two years, he wouldn't be himself - or rather, just himself.

It was all thanks to the ancient contract. The thing might have saved both their races, but it still placed into law that at the age of fourteen, humans would let a demon live within them for two years, until the demon finally left at the age of sixteen. This symbiotic relationship gave the demons a chance to live life to the fullest on the mortal plane, to experience humanity and life, to contribute to a changing world, and to gain energy. In return, the demons shared their powers and technology with humanity. Their demonic powers protected them from the monsters outside of towns, and their technology was far superior to anything the humans could come up with.

Still, even though the demons only lived on the human plane for two years and didn't even have their own body, but rather shared with the human they possessed, Fuyuki couldn't help but worry.

He hadn't had the best experience with demons, even though as someone below the age of fourteen, he shouldn't have interacted with any of the possessed individuals. But his mother assured him that his experience had been a rarity, and that all demons weren't like what he had seen. "Some are bad, some are good. Just like humans." She told him to justify the one bad demon he had encountered. Still, he had never met any bad humans, so he couldn't really agree with her ways of thinking.

"It won't all be bad." Aki tried to interrupt Fuyuki's thoughts. She saw that his mind was racing. "I know you're excited about graduating and going to your new school, right?" She smiled at him.

Fuyuki looked up from his bowl. His mother was right. He was excited about the new school. All individuals hosting a demon companion were able to go to secondary school, opposed to the first year school that he went to, which was boring and only taught the bare minimum about his world and history.

I want to learn about cooler things than how to do math and maybe how to... Fuyuki shuddered. ...do exercise. I want to learn about the different kinds of monsters roaming outside of town! I want to learn about the biology of demons. I want to learn about ancient ruins! I want to learn about all sorts of occult things.

Despite Fuyuki's slight fear of demons, he still was a very curious individual who had a passion for the unknown, the occult.

"It'll be fine," Aki told him again. Almost like a chant, a mantra. "Like I've been telling you, I did all your paperwork months ago to match you up with a demon who best fits your personality. I... well, and a few of the grand council members, have found a demon that seems pretty nice. I'm sure you'll become good friends. There will be nothing to worry about."

Fuyuki gave a small smile. He hadn't known much about the demon he would be living with for the next two years of his life, so whenever his mother mentioned him, he tried to build this guy up in his mind. He knew the demon was male (he had specified that he preferred a male demon), and that apparently he was easy-going. All he knew about this guy other than that though was his name - Keroro.

Knowing a name was better than nothing. At least he wasn't going into this ceremony ignorant, although he didn't really know much about what actually happened during it.

"I know it will be fine," Fuyuki reassured.

It always went fine. For everybody. There was no reason he should be any different. It was a safe process that had been used for ten thousand years.

There was no reason that something bad would happen.

But... Fuyuki still couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.

After breakfast, Fuyuki went up to his room to spend some of the early morning putting up a blog entry about some of his latest theories on how to improve the natural energy in the world, or how aliens probably taught the demons how to harness solar energy or wind-propelled turbines. It was all very crack-pot theories and he only had a few blog followers who believed in aliens, but he still loved theorizing.

Maybe... during my possession, when I'm learning more about demons and demon culture, I can post stuff about them to my blog, Fuyuki dreamed, even though he knew there were rules censoring the internet so that the children wouldn't interact with demons accidentally. Fuyuki assumed that society had put those rules into affect so that demons wouldn't get greedy and ask for younger children to be their hosts so that they could stay on the mortal plane even longer.

Still, he didn't particularly like all these rules, because it kept him in the dark about a lot of the things he would go through during his hosting period. Not even his own mother had told him much of what it would be like, besides "It'll be fine."

And... he knew their was a chance it wouldn't be fine. He knew some people changed after having a demon reside in their soul. After all, they had been away from normal people for so long that of course they would be different. That was a given.

But Fuyuki couldn't help but feel they were even more different than they should be. Some were distant, refusing to speak to even their own families. And sometimes the adults even ignored them, too.

Although, to be fair, a lot of the adults in town ignored everybody.

Fuyuki's eyes drifted to his wallpaper on his computer as he minimized his blog window. It was a picture of him when he was much younger, along with his Mom, Dad, and sister.

Natsumi... Yes... Natsumi was proof that something might actually go wrong, despite what his Mother was telling him.

Natsumi was two years older than him. She had already gone through the ritual. She should have been at the school he would be sent to after he took Keroro into his body.

But he suspected she wasn't.

Aki was crying at the table, in the middle of the night, a small glass of alcohol in her hand. Her crying had started after a surprising visit from the town governor, which was very rare. Fuyuki didn't know what they had talked about, but he had heard the words "your daughter."

Afterward Aki tried to look strong when Fuyuki asked what the governor wanted and if Natsumi was okay. He knew that Natsumi would be done with hosting her demon in just a few months, and soon she would get to come home.

"Natsumi's fine." Aki gave her son a smile, but locked herself in her room later. Fuyuki happened upon his mother later in the middle of the night uttering the words that Fuyuki would never forget.

"Natsumi is gone... Natsumi is gone..." she cried. Fuyuki took a step back and ran to his room, but whenever he asked about Natsumi the following day, his mother would change the subject.

As if Natsumi never existed to begin with.

Fuyuki knew his mother was probably just trying to cope with the loss of her daughter, but still... He had wanted her to clarify what happened, to tell him if there was something dangerous that he should look out for.

He only had theories about what had happened to Natsumi, some being more likely than others, but he knew none of them would ever be confirmed or denied.

Natsumi was a subject that could never be talked about again.

Because Natsumi was gone from that household. Forever.

Fuyuki tried not to get himself lost in fear and nostalgia. He tried not to miss the people gone in his life. He tried to think about something else.

His computer beeped, signaling a new notification. Probably one of his friends trying to webcam him one last time before he had to go through the ceremony.

He opened his webcam and clicked "accept."

"Hey, Fuyuki!" His much younger friend, also a fan of the occult, Tomosu, waved to him. Fuyuki could see Tomosu was on a laptop, since he saw the buildings behind the boy, large and made of stone with intricate, victorian-like designs. Most of the houses were at least two stories.

Fuyuki had never seen his friend Tomosu in person, because it was near impossible to travel from town to town or to settle in between towns. The only way people stayed connected was the internet and webcamming.

"Hi!" Fuyuki waved back.

"How are you doing? Excited for your ceremony? I can't wait until mine! Are you doing any cool preparations for it?" Tomosu asked like the giddy child he was.

"Weeellll... I'm not really doing any cool preparations for it, and I'm not supposed to really talk to you about my preparations..." Fuyuki reminded Tomosu.

Tomosu groaned a bit, not getting the scoop.

"Well, then, what are you planning to do with your last day alone for a while? Early birthday celebration?" Tomosu asked.

"I was thinking of meeting up with a friend," Fuyuki admitted. "They invited me to have tea with them."

"Well then, don't let me keep you too long. Go enjoy yourself!" Tomosu signed off, leaving Fuyuki to go do his own thing.

Fuyuki walked along the stone street, envying some of the bikes that passed him by for only a second. The only means of transportation in the world that he knew of were bikes. Sometimes he was envious of the people who chose to use them and sometimes he wasn't. After all, they were easier than walking, but they were usually used by more outdoorsy people than he was, and all he liked doing was staying in his room playing on his computer and reading novels about far-away places that he wouldn't ever visit. He doubted anyone had actually visited those places and survived, anyway.

He passed a few street lights, not yet lit up, on his side of the street. The street lights were lit in the night and they signaled curfew. Fuyuki knew that although their bright blue light was pretty, it also slightly creeped him out, making him feel like the streets were grim and deserted.

"Fuyuki!" a cheerful and familiar voice called to him, and as he turned his head, he saw Momoka waiting for him at a sitting at a white table surrounded by flowers. She must have seen that he was looking confused as to where they were meeting that day.

"Hello, Momoka!" He approached her. Momoka gave him a broad smile. It always looked like she was so cheerful around him.

"Paul, pour Fuyuki some tea," she ordered her butler. Fuyuki absentmindedly wondered if the tea store she sat outside of had existed the previous day. She did have the tendency to make... large and amazing things in the span of days with her vast fortune.

Out of everyone he knew, Momoka was probably the only one who had been outside of town. Heck, out of everyone in the world, it was likely she was the one who traveled the most. She had traveled the world. The Nishizawas, the most famous people on the planet, not to mention the richest, were the only ones who possessed something that Momoka called a "jet:" a flying transportation vehicle. Too expensive for anyone else to produce, but for the Nishizawas, as cheap as buying a box of cookies.

"I'm so glad to see you!" Momoka gave a giddy giggle and pressed her hands against Fuyuki's. Fuyuki didn't know why. "I'm so happy to get the chance to celebrate your birthday so early with you!" She looked over at Paul. "Paul. Get the flowers and cake," she hissed, quickly switching her tone.

Hahaha. Momoka is so funny, he internally laughed. His internal awkward nervous laughing grew louder when Paul brought a cake that was around Fuyuki's height.

"Momoka... Uhhhhh..." He bit his lip awkwardly. "Thanks?" She always went so over-board with gifts. She's the best friend in the world!

"I payed people to ice the cake into the shape of ruins all over the world that I've seen from my jet. I thought you'd like that," she said with a smile. "W-would... Would you like me to cut the cake?" Momoka twiddled her fingers for a second. "I mean... I could serve you some cake directly if you don't like silverware... I could use fingers... Napkins... Maybe even lips if you so require it..." She mumbled. Fuyuki assumed he had just imagined the little bit of drool coming from her mouth. Momoka was a strange one.

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks so much for this, Momoka!" he told her. "I mean, I thought this day would mostly be crummy preparations for that ceremony, but I'm glad I get to have some fun beforehand."

Momoka looked at him a little bit concerned. "You're not worried about it, Fuyuki, are you?"

"Of course not! I mean, I know it'll go fine... It's just like two years out of my life. It's no big deal... I mean, you went through it and got through it fine, right?" Fuyuki asked, looking to Momoka for reassurance.

Momoka took a sip of her tea. Being a Nishizawa, she had the opportunity to go through the ritual early, at 12 instead of 14. She had just recently finished it up and started talking to Fuyuki again. "Fuyuki. You are strong. You will get through this. I know you will," she smiled, trying to give him the best reassurance as she could. "After all, you helped me get through mine."

"I wasn't even there, Momoka!" Fuyuki reminded.

"But you were there in spirit. And I felt that." She smiled, nostalgic. "And I will not leave you alone when you're hosting the demon. Paul's already finalized the papers transferring me to the school you'll be going to, so I'll be there if you need me." Momoka gave his hand another squeeze.

Fuyuki squeezed back. Her words really did mean a lot to him. "But you won't even have a demon in your body. How will you be able to go to the school? Isn't that against the rules?"

"I'm a Nishizawa. I can do what I want." Momoka looked proud, her hair spiking as she fist-pumped into the sky triumphantly.

Fuyuki smiled. Her support really did mean the world to him. Momoka's the greatest friend I've ever had... No, she's the greatest friend in the world! He thought to himself. Absentmindedly, he looked at her, just in admiration about how lucky he was that she was also interested in the occult and wanted to hang out with him a lot.

Momoka's face tinted pink, though Fuyuki wasn't exactly sure why. Her fingers pulled his fingers closer and for some reason he felt like there was faint violin music in the background. Was it an orchestra that Momoka had hired just for some afternoon tea event?

"Fuyuki..." she smiled, whispering his name. For some reason he felt her getting closer.

Nah, it's probably my imagination, he decided. Just like how it must be my imagination that her lips are... puckering? Weird?

"Hey, Fuyuki! Hey, Ms. Nishizawa!" The mood and violin music promptly ended as Fuyuki and Momoka both got a surprise slap on their backs. Fuyuki turned around to see that the person who interrupted their conversation was Saburo, another person he spoke to sometimes in town.

"Goddamnit," Momoka hissed, then said under her breath, "Paul. You know what to do."

Fuyuki didn't understand why she looked so mad.

"Actually... Mistress Momoka... I can not murder Saburo... Or seriously injure him," Paul responded under his breath, as if Saburo and Fuyuki were not there.

"I know, I know, because it would be wrong." Momoka rolled her eyes, annoyed.

"Well, no... I would hurt someone if you so ordered it, Mistress. I was really going to say I can't hurt Saburo because he is the hero of the world. It would be terrible if we were to lose him," Paul reminded her.

"I... I don't know why you would want to hurt me, but perhaps maybe, I shouldn't bring it up," Saburo laughed nervously. He had an educated guess of why Momoka was mad, and he realized it was best not to pry.

Fuyuki had no idea why Momoka would want to hurt Saburo. He knew Saburo was the supposed hero of the world, but he only knew that the title authorized Saburo special treatment, and that Saburo had been boasting about being the hero of the world for years. Fuyuki didn't know of anything heroic that Saburo had done yet.

"So what are you two up to?" Saburo asked playfully, looking between them. "Celebrating your birthday early, Fuyuki?"

"Yeah, since I have to go through the ceremony tomorrow," Fuyuki explained. Saburo shot him a pitying look.

"Me too. Don't worry, I'm sure it'll go fine," Saburo reassured him. "And... maybe after it happens, we can swap stories and offer support? Since we'll both be going through similar things..."

"The day of your ceremony was finalized, Saburo?" Momoka looked surprised. As a Nishizawa, she was supposed to get the latest news, but this was news to her. "I'm... I'm sorry."

"Wait, why is your ceremony tomorrow? I thought your birthday was before mine," Fuyuki said. He knew Saburo hadn't gone through the ceremony yet to become the host body of a demon. Instead, he had heard rumors that Saburo was chosen at birth to be trained to accept the Demon King into his body. Saburo got a little extra time before the ceremony, to train for a more important ritual, so he knew that Saburo had until he was 17 instead of 14, like he did. He also knew that Saburo had been tutored to prepare for the experience, one-on-one by only the best teachers.

He envied Saburo's education, but not his job. And he certainly didn't envy Saburo's isolation. He suspected Saburo liked chatting up with him so much because Fuyuki was pretty non-judgmental toward people in positions of power, like Momoka. He didn't try to take anything for himself, or judge based on job or appearance. He was pretty nice to just about everybody.

"It's because the demon King takes a host exactly every thousand years, and tomorrow will be the thousand-mark date," Saburo explained. "That's why my ceremony is tomorrow."

"Sorry about that," Momoka apologized.

"No problem." Saburo waved his hand. "I mean... I know it was your family that made the contract with the Demon King ten thousand years ago, but it did great things for humanity. So who am I to judge? And it isn't your fault."

Momoka looked a little relieved that he wasn't angry at his fate.

"Are you scared?" Fuyuki finally asked after thinking it over. It was hard to deny to himself, but he was scared. And he was getting a nice demon. Saburo, he assumed, would be much more frightened. After all, this was the most powerful demon in the universe that Saburo would take in. And it was very unlikely a friendship would result from this.

"Me? Scared? Heck no! I've been trained my whole life for this. This... This is my whole purpose. And I'm going to nail it. I have utmost confidence in my abilities," he said.

Fuyuki smiled at him. Saburo's confidence was admirable. He almost wished he had at least a little of it.

"But hey... Don't be worrying about me! You have your own problems to worry about. I'm sure you'll do fine, though!" Saburo ruffled Fuyuki's hair. "I heard from your Mom you got a nice demon, so everything will be fine."

Fuyuki smiled. Saburo was like a nice older brother.

"Anyway, every time the Demon King is resurrected, he brings a new age of technology to us. So my job is pretty important. It's to keep him in check to make sure he doesn't try to find loopholes in the contract to make demons the dominant race. I really am, or I will be, the hero of the world." Saburo gave a wide grin.

Fuyuki frowned. He liked it a little less when Saburo was boasting.

Still, he was happy, that at least compared to Saburo, his ceremony would be easy. He did not envy what Saburo would have to go through.

Momoka, Saburo and Fuyuki continued to chat for a little longer until the skies started darkening and the loudspeakers blasted all throughout the town that it was curfew. He bid Momoka and Saburo farewell and left to go home.

Fuyuki walked home, careful not to kick at some pebbles in the street, not wanting to tear it apart accidentally.

"Beware all! Please! Young ones! Listen to me!" A man with a name tag on that read Bill - Fuyuki recognized him as a cashier at a grocery store he went to - stood on a podium with a megaphone. Fuyuki didn't stop to listen to him, knowing he had to hurry home, but he did slow down. He hated it when people did this.

"We... We aren't friends with those monsters... Those demons... They aren't our friends," Bill continued. "They use us just for simple cattle! My Angelica... She's lost because of those monsters. Fight against them don't just accept things blindly! Together we can - " Bill yelled as he was cut off as a man in a dark uniform put his hand on his shoulder.

"You'll have to come with me, sir," the man spoke.

"No... You can't make me! You can't do this to me!" Bill shook his head, looking fearful.

"But we can. Please... We don't want you making a fuss."

Bill continued to shout until the uniformed one looked at him for a second, and then Bill slumped over, as if he was asleep.

"Move along, people," said the uniformed man. "This man is clearly sick and will be taken to a doctor immediately." He hauled Bill away.

Fuyuki looked confused and fearful that such a thing should have happened today, of all times. But he did as the officer ordered, and moved along.

"Did you spend some time with some of your friends?" Aki asked when Fuyuki had returned home. Fuyuki nodded.

"It was fun," he said simply. "Momoka made this really nice cake with some ruins on it."

Aki smiled, though she did look a bit confused, but still happy Fuyuki was having a good early birthday.

"Mom... Uhhh..." He scratched his head. "While I was coming home, I saw this guy named Bill talking about how people are just cattle for the demons. Is... Is that true? Then a man in a uniform took him away. What happened to Bill?"

Aki was silent for a moment. "There are some good demons and some bad demons, just like people. You know that, Fuyuki," she said, like always. "And I'm... I'm sure he's fine. He was just taken away for disrupting the peace, since that's against the law."

Fuyuki tried not to let his gut clench up. Disrupting the peace? What did that mean?

He just felt this grim, cold, and fearful feeling. Like something wasn't right.

"Anyway, you want me to read you a book before bed? It is a special night, after all. Do you want some ice cream?" Aki asked, trying to make the night special for Fuyuki.

"No... I think I'll just sleep... I'll probably need it for tomorrow," Fuyuki decided.

Aki nodded. "Good night, then. I love you," she told her son before kissing him on the cheek.

Despite her best wishes, it was not a good night. And Fuyuki was still wracked with nervousness for the following day.

He eventually did find sleep, and with sleep, he eventually did wake up.

Aki dressed him in a formal black suit for the occasion. She brushed his hair one last time before his possession, telling him stories of when he was younger, to make him feel as if this was truly a coming-of-age event.

"Ready, Fuyuki?" she asked. Fuyuki nodded as she lead him out of the house and to the temple at the outskirts of the city they resided in.

Aki frowned when she opened the temple doors. "I thought there was usually more people here."

Before them stood a young man dressed in robes, looking apologetic.

"There... Well, yes... But they all had to attend to the temple on the other side of the city. Has no one told you that today is the day of the Demon King's return? They have to make sure Saburo takes him in successfully and doesn't get hurt in the process," the young man, who must have been the head of the temple, admitted.

"You can get hurt during this ritual?" Fuyuki quickly became worried again.

"Not usually, but the Demon King is a special case. We just want to make sure the boy is safe and nothing goes wrong for Saburo," the head of the temple explained.

"The poor boy," Aki frowned. "Still, I'm a bit irritated that Fuyuki will have to get less priests because of that. I thought I had done everything I could to ensure Fuyuki's safety. They promised they'd watch over him." She looked livid with anger.

"Well... the Demon King's revival has more priority over whatever promises the other priests gave you in return for whatever favor you gave them." The head of the temple looked a bit nervous. "Still, I promise that your son will be all right. He's hosting the demon named Keroro, correct?"

"Yes. I made sure of it." Aki talked to the Temple Head like Fuyuki wasn't there. "I'm not losing another one. Fuyuki's all I have left. So I'll do anything in my power to ensure his safety."

"Mom..." Fuyuki cleared his throat, deciding it was time for him to push his nervousness away. He needed to deal with this now. "I'll be fine. I'm sure of it."

Aki looked at her son, still worried.

"Miss Hinata?" said the head of the temple. "You have to be out of the temple for the ceremony. You are not allowed to see him go through it."

"Fine... Just... I love you, Fuyuki. I love you so much. Please... Please be all right." She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.

She was telling me everything would be okay all the time... Was she just trying not to show me how worried she was? Fuyuki wondered to himself, hoping that his mother's kisses would keep him safe.

He watched her close the doors of the temple behind her and leave him alone in the stone temple with the Temple Head, surrounded by candles laid out in a circular pattern all around him.

Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, designs drawn on them that Fuyuki couldn't quite make out. Instead, anxiety and a keen focus on the task at hand were in his mind.

"Step forward, Fuyuki Hinata," the temple head ordered, holding out a book and a few items. Fuyuki stepped into a circle drawn with chalk.

"Today, you will become the host to a demon, as the tradition of ten thousand years' demands. He will reside in your body for two years, and then you will be free of him," the Temple Head told him. "Read this." He handed Fuyuki a piece of text.

"I, a human, give my body as a vessel for a demon, to honor the contract of ten thousand years. I do this so that, not only I will be stronger, but the demon who resides in me will be stronger, too, and able to lurk in our world. I do this to honor our bond of friendship, and our bond of victory over winning the war ten thousand years ago. Together we are the strongest. Alone, we are nothing," Fuyuki finished.

"I will now call Keroro, the demon who will reside in your soul." The Temple Head spoke aloud some words that Fuyuki assumed was in a demonic language. He then sprinkled some magic grain-like material over Fuyuki. "Be still. Tell him you're ready."

"I am ready," Fuyuki spoke. He no longer could be nervous. He didn't have time for it.

"Then come... Demon! Inhabit this human's body!" the Temple Head shouted.

The air grew cold.

"Is... Is it happening?" Fuyuki couldn't move his body, as if someone else was putting their hands on him and taking control.

The stain glass window on the ceiling swung open and a powerful gust of wind rushed through the temple. The Temple Head put his book over his head to shield himself from the wind.

The candles all blew out and the white chalk on the ground turned red.

"Ku, ku, ku, ku..." Laughter echoed throughout the wind.

"Oh... Oh nooo... This...This doesn't feel right..." the Temple Head muttered. Fuyuki's blood ran cold at hearing that laughter.

"So... This is my vessel. The vessel I've been waiting a thousand years for. I suppose it'll do. Ku, ku, ku." Fuyuki's mind blacked out as the demon entered his body.

The Temple Head hid under a table, frightened, not knowing what to do. There was this aura of power around Fuyuki's body.

"FUYUKI!" Aki ran inside the temple.

The Temple Head shivered under a table. "You're not supposed t-to be... be in here, ma'am..."

"I heard a rumor by somebody passing by that Saburo received Keroro as his demon in the other temple and that something messed up. Stop Fuyuki's ceremony immediately." She tried to keep her tone firm. "There's been a mistake." She ignored the cloud of lightning over the temple, desperate that what she thought had happened hadn't finalized yet.

"I-I-I..." the Temple Head stuttered.

Fuyuki's body straightened up, and he flexed his hand, responding to his name.

Aki sighed in relief. Fuyuki could still move. "Fuyuki, come over here. I don't care about the rules. This ceremony will not finish. I won't let... whatever demon you might get to take you."

Fuyuki looked up, but the kind eyes he had were now gone. Instead, a sinister smile was plastered across his face.

"Fuyuki, huh? So that's his name. I suppose you didn't expect, or want, the Demon King himself to take this little boy's body. Ku, ku, ku." Fuyuki knew his mouth was moving, but he was not the one talking. "Too late now, sucker!"

Demon King... Wait... Fuyuki mentally screamed as he realized the horrible mistake that had happened. AHHHHHH!

Tomosu is never going to return by the way. I just needed Fuyuki to talk to a friend younger than him.

Please review! It would mean a lot to me and my sister.