Demons Warehouse.
Chapter 2
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Hi, I'm speaking in German!
Oh, you like Japanese?
Well, a Ringmaster does have to make his voice loud!
Sound effect's please!
A groan broke the calm air of the small room. Two thin arms slithered out of cozy looking quilts, quivering as they stretched.
A lean body curled tightly under the quilts, inhaling the musky smell that has been there for as long as Rin could remember. Suddenly the covers flew off of him, flying for a few short moments before landing a couple feet away.
Rin rolled over, eyes wide with sudden realization.
He was late!
Twisting into an inhumane shape, Rin somehow propelled himself into the air, deftly landing on his feet. He took a quick look down to make sure he was actually wearing clothes (The same ones he had on yesterday, to be concise) before he ran out of the door, paying no mind to all the neatly folded covers.
Heavy steps echoed down the hallway as Rin bounded past.
A groggy head stuck out from one of the door, moaning something about it being too early.
"Sorry Koru!" Rin yelled out, sticking a hand out in some kind of apologetic manner.
The boy's twin brother, Taru, popped out as well, putting his own two cents about being woken up.
Rin paid them no mind and continued running, occasionally spotting familiar faces doing the daily chores.
Finally Rin found the room he was looking for- a homely room tucked tightly between two kitchens, all connecting with each other.
Slamming the door open, Rin panted, tired from running through twisting hallways and odd entrances. (Rin was going to kill who ever designed the heavily funhouse accented home.)
"I'm here!" Multiple pairs of eyes turned to him at his not so subtle entry. A delicious –pancake- smell wafted into his senses, molding perfectly with the fresh scents of roses, magnolia, and lilac that were strewn around the room.
A crystal chandelier dangled in the middle of the room, so low to the ground that it wouldn't take much to reach up and grasp one of the tiny sparkling crystals. Along with the chandelier there was peach wallpaper, obscured by the many shelves housing spices, plates, and glasses it had on it. Two rickety looking mahogany doors where propped open with a brick, showing the two kitchens behind them.
In the middle of what was now confirmed as a dining room, stood a long table, decorated with a white lace table cover. Plates upon plates of food littered the table, and mounds of steaming food were on them.
"Rin! Ve were wondering when you vould be with us!" Dokkalfr greeted loudly, in his rumbling baritone voice. Similar greetings came from the people around the table.
Rin smiled nervously, scratching the back of his head. He slumped into a chair between Kuro and Naberius, a puppeteer.
"I overslept! SOMEONE," Rin pointedly glared at Kuro next to him, "Didn't wake me up!"
Naiad, who was at the head of the table, chuckled at the tactics of the two.
"At least you made it. It's hard to… cor-or-dinate.. our schedule to squeeze this family time in." Naiad smiled softly.
"We made a lot of money yest-erday. We'll have enough funds to support the circus through the year!"
Rin looked up from where he was eating, half of a pancake still hanging from his maw.
"Gulp. About that! We're going to house True Cross Academy for the year." As if it wasn't that important, and everyone wasn't staring at him with gaping mouths, Rin returned to inhaling the food.
"RIN! You can't just declare something like that!" Astaroth yelled out, clutching his head. Astaroth was actually one of the prop makers, but also spoke Italian. "Oh mio Dio…"
Naiad dropped the motherly look and stared at Rin with a disapproving edge.
"Well… We can't exactly say no to something we don't know anything of…" Naiad ignored the stray comment of 'Yes we can!'
Rin blinked, and brought the plate from his mouth. He shrugged lightly, his hat tilting slightly forward as he hunched his shoulders in embarrassment.
"I didn't think you guys would make such a big deal of it…" The table looked at their ringmaster with various looks of skepticism.
"What?" the ringmaster asked innocently. The room simultaneously shook their heads. There was no use arguing with the young man.
As if sensing their surrender, Rin grinned toothily.
"Great! I'll call them now!" Shouts of outrage filled the air. He hadn't even confirmed it yet?!
With True Cross Academy…
Mephisto bounded into the classroom, a big smile on his face. He twirled upon entry, his usual flare and dramatics failing to amuse the occupants.
"Good evening little children," Came the elated greeting from the principle/ringmaster of True Cross Academy. A quite shuffling was the only reply in the heavily gothic styled room.
Frowning slightly, Mephisto gutted his lips out, throwing his hands in front of him.
"Come now- is that any way to treat the man who got you a spot next to the famous Demons Warehouse?" Gasps came from the previously bored students as the stared at him with awe filled eyes.
"R-Really?" The quite voice of Shiemi called out, the girl poking her two index fingers together shyly.
Mephisto grinned at her, the look strangely feral on the clown.
"Of course!" He suddenly sighed, producing a contract out of nowhere.
"But you'll also have to study their culture… Oh well!" Throwing the paper directly into Yukio's face, Mephisto belted out a high pitched laugh.
Yukio cleared his throat, picking up a hefty stack of papers.
"These are for you guys. Just some mandatory paperwork. Get them into me by tomorrow and pack your bags and be ready to go the day after that." With that said, Mephisto disappeared in plume of pink smoke, and Yukio walked out.
"Geeze… He's always like that- the cold hearted bastard." Bon said, kicking his feet up on the desk. Renzo laughed airily, walking up and grabbing enough forms for the three, followed quickly by Izumo, Shiemi and Takara.
"He could be worse." Renzo said from the front of the room. An eye roll was the only thing he got in return.
Two days later!
The original class, plus two others were joined by three teachers (Mephisto, Yukio, and Shura) at the downtown train station.
Mummers mixed in with the tinkling sound of lamp post- accompanied by the rustling off newspapers and the droning of the conductor.
"We'll be boarding in ten minutes. Gather your things. It would be bothersome if you loose anything so early on the trip." Yukio called out boredly.
Mephisto smiled with anticipation, his fingers clenching around the fabric of his polka dotted Prada suitcase.
To be honest, the clown was unsure if Demons Warehouse would even read the letter he sent. The second the call came in from the Ringmaster of said circus… Let's just say on that day Mephisto experienced a fangasm... (Yes, Mephisto was a closet fan of Demons Warehouse, a close guarded secret of his actually.)
A loud ding interrupted the clown's thoughts of his favorite circus, along with a chirpy voice filtering through the hidden speakers.
"Doors are opening, be cautious! The train will depart shortly to Munich, Germany. Doors are…" The voice repeated.
The entirety of the train station seemed to explode into a fury of movement. Friends clopped together in their set out groups, and excited voices steadily picked up volume.
The teachers swiftly moved onto the train, sitting in their own seats and were followed by everyone else.
Meanwhile, in the original students sat close to each other, casually striking a conversation.
"So… How exactly are we going to get to Munich?" Bon asked crossing his arms. Konekomaru laughed nervously, fiddling with his shirt.
"I asked Sir Mephisto about that… He said it was magic…" Izumo snorted.
"That's always his answer. However, it might be true… It's not exactly possible to travel from Japan to Germany on train…" She trailed off. The group nodded, agreeing that Mephisto might just be telling the truth on this one.
"Well, we now got 11 hours to kill…" Renzo commented. A brief silence passed over them.
"…Who wants to play I spy?" A peculiar look was thrown to the pink hair teen.
"Okay…" Renzo cheered, pumping his fist in the air.
"Yes! Okay- I spy with my little eye… Something purple!" Bon put his head on his hand.
This was going to be a long trip.
Yay! It's done!
It would have come out sooner but there was a major error- one that almost terminated the whole thing. If you see any errors- tell me! I like constructive criticism! One question- what is their group name? I don't know it :x It would get awkward if I keep calling them 'the group'…
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