Prologue
Do you believe in demons?
Most people would say no because who would believe that such mythical creatures exist. They were only known in stories mothers and priests would tell their young ones before bedtime or to make sure that people would not sin.
Especially in a modern society such as this where technology and science reign over many people which clouded their eyes from the truth. I mean how does science explain the supernatural phenomenon that had happened around the world? You know, like there's this one time where a girl stopped a car from running over her, or this one time where there's a man who could walk on water, oh and a mother who formed a wall of flames to protect her son from kidnappers.
Yes, I'm telling you here that demons actually exist in this world. Powerful creatures who roam around along side humans and lending people their strength.
Still saying that all of that are not true, that it's blasphemy and I'm just making up those so called 'supernatural phenomenon'? Well then how about you explain to me why all of those people could do it, how they can have supernatural powers?
Heh, I bet you can't. Then how about I explain things to you just a bit.
In this universe there exist two worlds that is the human world where we live and the demon world where the demons roam. Now from that little statement you'd ask your self why would the demons come to our world when they have their own? Well, to make thing short and sweet the reason was because the gate that separates the human world and the demon world were broken.
Yes, broken by foolish humans who long ago seek power for their own selfish needs. Those who were willing to do anything for the power that was out of their control, those who were too much of a fool to consider the risks of such act, clouded by the prospect of glory and wealth, greed taking control of their minds and rendering them the ability to think straight.
Chaos soon ensued. With the gates that were broken because of the countless rituals preformed by humans to summon demons, soon both worlds were on the verge of destruction. At that time, both the king of the human world and the demon king foresaw the future and decided to forge a demonic contract with each other to safe both worlds and casted a spell that would put both races to a deep slumber.
With the chaos momentarily contained, both kings knew that they didn't have enough power to fix the broken gate so instead they casted a spell so that ninety seven percent of the human population would be stripped off of their spiritual powers and memories of demons with the three percent of them not allowed to speak of demons but to the each other while the demons would not be allowed to use their full powers in the human world unless they form a demonic contract with a human.
The two kings weaved together their spiritual powers and offered a drop of their blood to the humongous magic circle that covered both of the worlds. An incantation was murmured as a bright light slowly engulfed both worlds. Soon both races were roused from their slumber with the majority of the humans not being able to see the demons and the demons were rendered powerless because of their non existent demonic contracts.
Exhausted from their actions the human king and the demon king died. Peace has returned but deep down the kings knew that there is no such thing as eternal peace.
And now I'm done explaining. It's your choice whether to believe or not but let me tell you something.
To see is to believe…
Chapter one – The Human and the Demon
The moon shone brightly from the starry sky as fireflies danced around the clearing in the small forest. A gentle breeze blew from the east, bringing with them the smell of flowers. Small forest critters would settle for the night in their own little homes they made around the forest. It was a beautiful night, one that a certain boy cannot help but marvel.
Akashi Seijuro, a red haired boy with twin crimson eyes smiled slightly as he gazed at the stars while sitting on a tree stump in the middle of the clearing. His hands clutched the blanket that he warped around himself, trying to keep what little warmth he had within his body from escaping. He pulled his knees to his chest and laid his head lazily on them, a serene expression decorated his face.
It was a cold night and it's way past his bedtime but at the same time he just can't help but sneak away from his mansion every night for some time alone. He didn't have to worry since nobody would come searching for him and he didn't like to be inside his home anyway. He needs to run away from the constant pressure.
Every single day inside that mansion had been hell for him since his mother passed away from a disease. Everybody changed especially his father who before would usually only ignore him was now cursing him openly. In his eyes his son was a failure, a burden because he was not as gifted as his twin, Akashi Seishuro. Heck, even the many servants working at the mansion weren't allowed to serve him because if they did they'd lose their job.
He's fine with everything. Already gotten used to the hurtful insults and arrogant looks other people would direct to him. Had long since accept the fact that his twin was better than him, that he would always a few steps ahead from himself, that surpassing him is just the wishful dream of a foolish boy. He's fine with all of that because he knew it was the painful truth.
Winning is everything and losing is not an option, the strong will prevail and the weak will be erased from history. In the Akashi family, those two sentences are the law. An Akashi has to be perfect in every aspect in life and Seijuro was actually perfect in every single aspect except for one very important one.
Demon wielding.
Born in a family of renowned demon wielders means that he was always constantly pressured with expectations beyond his capability ever since he took his first breath of air in this world. Seijuro spend his whole life trying to master the art of demon wielding, studied everything about demons and demon wielding, and even watched the contract forging ritual many times but everytime he tried to form a demonic contract with a demon it would always ended up in failure.
Sometimes the demon would break free from his spiritual clutches, other times he was to exhausted to keep up the flow of his spiritual powers long enough for the contract to be completed. It could be because he lacked the right amount of spiritual powers within himself or maybe all the demons he tried to forge a contract with were just to strong. There're many other factors that could influence the success rate of the ritual, he knew but it didn't change the fact that he failed. He felt pathetic, especially when he saw his twin forming a contract with three top demons without breaking a sweat. The usual insults from his own brother combined with the regular boasting didn't help with his bruised pride.
Seijuro let out a sigh. Why was he born in this family?, why was he so weak?, why won't they accept him as he is? Those questions kept on repeating themselves inside his head making him feel a bit lightheaded. Well, no use in thinking like that. What's done is done.
He was pulled back from his musings by a gust of wind that blew much stronger than before and making him shiver. Deciding it was time to head back, he took glance at the full moon one last time before he slowly stood up and began to walk towards his mansion.
Halfway through the forest, he could see the slight silhouette of the mansion but suddenly came to a halt when he felt something that caught his attention. Seijuro turned his head to the right where he felt the unusual energy and what greeted his eyes were the sight of a pitch black fox sitting atop a fallen tree while gazing at the moon. Normally, people couldn't sense the energy and would think that it was your ordinary fox out on a night hunt but to every demon wielders they knew it was actually something else.
'A demon.' Seijuro thought as he slowly pulled out his black demon jewel from his pant pocket to capture the fox. The black fox was still unaware of his presence as it kept its gaze on the moon and idly twitching its tail. Either it had lowered it's guard or too caught up with gazing at the stars but the boy knew situations like this only happen once in a thousand years since demons could feel the spiritual powers of humans from miles away.
He slowly approached the fox, making sure to make as little sound as possible as to not startle it all the while toning down the flow of his spiritual powers in case the fox actually noticed him. When he was close enough to his target he mentally counted to three before lunging towards the fox. It let out a surprised yip and started to trash around, trying to break free from the boy's grip but Seijuro wasn't having any of it as he pressed his demon jewel to the fox's chest while mumbling the incantation that he had long since memorized.
Black tendrils formed from the shadows as the fox willed them to attack the boy in an attempt to escape both the physical clutch and the spiritual one that it could feel beginning to weave together with its own demonic core. Several cuts marred the boy's exposed skin but he paid them no mind, too stubborn and determined to let this chance slip away. A magic circle began to form beneath them and light started to appear from said circle telling the fox that the demonic contract was half way through completion.
Seeing this the demon doubled its efforts in attacking the boy even going as far as to bit the arm that was holding the jewel and drawing blood. The fox saw the slight wince that showed itself on the boy's face but instead of the boy loosening his death grip on it the boy did the opposite and tightened his grip. Soon the fox stopped struggling when he felt that the demonic contract was forged between itself and the boy, accepting the fact that he had to serve this human boy.
When the last of the spiritual powers faded, Seijuro let go of his death grip on the demon as he was too busy panting and trying to even out his erratic breathing. He shut his eyes tightly as fat beads of sweat rolled down his face, little scratches marred his skin and not to mention the his bleeding arm from when the fox bit him.
After a couple of seconds, the boy opened his eyes and saw the captured fox sitting there just staring at him with those pair of blank cerulean eyes. Wide red eyes travelled downward at the chest of the fox where he could see the red glowing symbol of the demonic contract where he pressed his demonic jewel on that very spot just moments ago.
Next he looked at his hand and what he saw took his breath away. Resting on his palm was his demonic jewel but instead of the dull black color it was now the color of blue and black, swirling around each other. Another thing he noticed was the fact that the jewel had transformed into a beautiful necklace with its gleaming silver chain and the ball shaped jewel dangling from it.
Finally, he gingerly touched the side of his neck where he could feel the warmth of the newly formed symbol on his skin. Red eyes widened at the realization. He couldn't believe it. He finally did it! After years of failure and that one time he almost died trying to forge a demonic contract he's now a demon wielder. Seijuro let a wide smile decorate his face at that realization. He's now officially a demon wielder.
Unfortunately for him, the absolute happiness that he now felt was cut short when the full toll of forging a demonic contract started settling to his body. His vision spun making him nauseous and his body felt like it was made out of lead. Black spots started dancing before his eyes and slowly darkness claimed him for tonight. The last thing he saw before collapsing is the sight of the fox standing infront of him while his ebony fur seemed to glow from the moonlight.
The first thing Seijurou noticed when he woke up was that he was in his bedroom with a bright stream of sunlight stabbing his eyes from the slightly parted curtains. He flinched and let out a grumble since the sun seems to be in a cheerful mood this morning but the same could not be said for the boy. He raised an arm to cover his eyes and tried to just fall asleep again but he knew that that was not a luxury that he would be granted since he had school that day. He lay on his bed for a few more seconds before he reluctantly sat up, his covers slipping down to his lap from said action.
A yawn escaped his lips when he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes and then started blinking them repeatedly for a while to let them adjust to the bright room. Crimson orbs travelled around the room before they fell on a pair of cerulean ones infront of him and the boy let out a surprised gasp. There, sitting on the edge of his bed while staring intently at his face is a boy around his age with teal hair that matched his eyes and a small physique similar to his. The simple black kimono, plain white hakama and dark blue haori that the unknown boy was wearing made him look more elegant than most people would.
Seijuro let out a startled yelp as his hands quickly flew to his heart to try to calm its frantic beats. "W-who are you?" He asked when he had more or less calmed the vital organ for a bit.
"Ah, forgive me for my rudeness." The boy said to him as he stood up from the bed and gave him a bow, acting as if he had done nothing wrong. "My name is Kuroko Tetsuya, a pleasure to serve you."
"Serve? What do you mean?" Seijuro asked, not quite grasping the meaning of Kuroko's statement. No one was allowed to communicate with him let alone serve. He must have mistaken him for his twin.
Kuroko gave him a blank look. "It would seem that master has forgotten of last night's event." The teal head took an object that was placed on his bedside table and held it to the front of Seijuro's face. "Perhaps this would help you remember."
When he saw the object infront of him, recollections of last night's events invaded his mind. He touched the right side of his neck and felt the warm symbol of the demonic contract. 'So it wasn't a dream.' He thought as Kuroko leaned forward and clasped the demonic necklace to his neck. Shaky hands touched the blue and black jewel that rested just below the collarbone.
The he caught sight of something white peeking from his long sleeves and when he pulled it back he saw that his arm was warped neatly with a cloth. The smell of medical herbs invaded his nostrils. He checked the rest of his body and saw that all the cuts were cleaned.
"You're that fox from last night." The now demon wielder said to the teal head who nodded. "And you treated my wounds?"
"Yes."
Seijuro inspected his demon's work on his arm, noting that he had to change the cloth into regular bandages after taking a shower. "I'm Akashi Seijuro. Thank you for bringing me back here and treating my wounds."
"I just did what I have to do at that time. There is no need to thank me master." Came the overly stiff reply from Kuroko.
"Can you please drop the formalities? It's stifling and don't call me master either." The boy sighed. He got out of his bed and tidied it up before making his way towards his closet to take out his uniform.
"What should I call you then?"
"Akashi is fine." The red head said after thinking it for a bit as he grabbed his uniform and a towel that he slung onto his shoulder.
"Then I'll call you Akashi-kun." A soft spoken voice replied back. Seijuro nodded, satisfied with Kuroko's answer before he went inside the bathroom.
Minutes later Seijuro came out from the bathroom dressed in his uniform. He grabbed his school bag and signaled for Kuroko to follow him as they headed towards the kitchen to make some breakfast. He made two sandwiches and offered one to his demon who took it gratefully. They sat at the dining table in silence while eating and when they're done the red head washed the dishes and went to school.
The walk to school was peaceful as sakura petals came raining down on them like pink snow. Many people walked, some running and were trying to fix their attire, others ate their breakfast as they made their way towards their destination. Seijuro adjusted his school bag to keep it from falling off from his shoulder as he took a glance at his demon. Kuroko walked beside him in silence, his hair tousled a bit by the gentle breeze and some sakura petals sat on either his shoulders or hair. He didn't seem to notice that his wielder was staring at him, the demon was too busy with observing the other people and some demons around them.
They kept on walking and when they arrived at the train station, let's just say Seijuro now knew that Kuroko was actually a klutz. When they went inside the station the demon got overwhelmed with the hoards of people inside the building as he kept glancing frantically left and right. Kuroko kept an iron grip on his wielder's uniform and kept sending glares at the other people there as if they were going to murder the red hair. The demon wielder sighed exasperatedly and told the demon that no one will harm him and asked him to not grip his uniform so tightly as it would wrinkle under the grip. The demon didn't obey him because grip just got even tighter as Kuroko said these people here were not to be trusted. That just earned Kuroko an eye roll from his wielder.
A single ticket was bought and when the train arrived Seijuro had to form a spiritual hand and tug at Kuroko's demonic core so both of them could ride the train because the latter kept on insisting that the train is a mutant snake and did not want either of them to enter the stomach of the monster. All through out the time they were at the train Kuroko stood frozen on his spot with his right hand seemingly ready to cast a spell to anything and everything around them. The demon kept mumbling to himself that he needed to think of a strategy fast and that he had to find the snake's weak spot before it's too late. Seijuro made a mental note to explain the various transportations to his demon later that day. And maybe he could add electronics to the list of explaining as the demon almost smashed one trying to free the person trapped inside the 'prison'.
After half an hour of train ride and another fifteen minutes walk, both of them stood at the front gates of Teiko Academy, the place where all demon wielding students or potential demon wielding students study and all staffs are demon wielders.
The two of them went inside and walked towards the many corridors in the building. They entered a classroom that was already filled with many humans and demons alike. Kuroko followed Seijuro to a desk at the very back of the class but just before they reached said desk, a blonde and a blunette blocked their path.
"Hey, look who's here Kise." The bluenette named Aomine Daiki said to the blonde.
"What do you want Aomine-Kun." Seijuro replied with a cold voice and a fierce glare. Not in the mood to indulge either of them.
"Aw don't be that cold this early in the morning. We're just greeting our classmate, Right Kise?" Aomine nudged the blonde.
"Yeah, you shouldn't frown like that Akashi-kun because it'll ruin you're day." The blonde named Kise Ryouta said with an overly sweet voice as he waved slightly Seijuro.
Seijuro kept his cold demeanor, not fooled even the slightest at their friendly greetings. He knew that both of them were just messing with him and would soon play a prank to embarrass him. He did not want to repeat the same mistakes. "I don't have time for both of you, excuse me." The red head said tersely while trying to get to his desk.
"Hey, come on Akashi don't be like that." Both red head and teal head ignored him in favor of reaching the back of the classroom. "You fucking asshole!" Aomine grabbed the front of the shorter male's uniform, obviously not pleased with the latter's actions. The other students in the classroom started whispering to themselves when they heard the loud yell and watched the spectacle with bated breaths, some even snickering at the red head. Kuroko noticed that something like this was actually normal, especially if it concerns his wielder.
The bluenette reeled back his fist and immediately sent it flying towards Seijuro's left cheek. The boy quickly closed his eyes, waiting for the familiar pain to bloom on his face. He waited but no pain came instead, he could hear some gasps and more whispers coming from his classmates. Confused, he dared to crack open one of his eyes and saw the fist stopped just inches from his face since a pale hand had warped itself around Aomine's wrist tightly.
"Please let go of Akashi-kun." A soft voice said. Aomine's gaze fell on the petite demon's form. The bluenette let out a surprised yelp and Kuroko let go of his grip. Aomine stumbled backwards and almost fell down on his bottom if he didn't bump to Kise who stood just slightly behind him with wide eyes.
The tight grip was released and Seijuro almost fell flat on his face but a pair of arms caught him before he actually did. He thanked his demon and got a nod from Kuroko. The demon helped his wielder straighten himself and brushed some imaginary dust from Seijuro's uniform not batting an eyelash at the stares the others were directing at him.
"W-what the? Who are you?" Aomine pointed a finger at the teal head, surprised that the fragile looking 'boy' infront of him just popped out of nowhere.
Kuroko gave him a blank stare and decided to introduce himself. "Hello. My name is Kuroko Tetsuya and I'm Akashi Seijuro's demon."
A/N: Hello everyone. Origami scrawls here and thank you for wasting your time to read my story. Actually this fic has been sitting in my computer for a while now and I only got the guts to publish it now. I'm not really confident with this one since my english and writing style suck. I'm really sorry for any errors that you might find, you're welcome to criticize me for that and maybe point it out for me if it's not too much of a trouble.
Well, I guess done here. Thanks again for reading my fic :)
