Garra gazed at the stars. The evenings were starting to become pleasant once more. The stars glittered and sparkled, scattered across the sky they were beautiful. Garra smiled to himself as he enjoyed the quiet evening. The past few days since he had decided that the balcony would be his new private place had been great. Or at least as great as it get having a demon inside you. Since he really didn't have much reason to leave his house he didn't. At day he spend noon watching the street below him and come up with plans to get food without being caught. The rest of the time he was lost in thought as he remembered the afternoons that he and Her would spend together.
They once hid behind crates of fruits and waited for an unsuspected pedestrian to walk by so they could scare the living shit out of them. Garra was opposed to the idea since everyone in the village was already deadly afraid of him, but she just seemed oblivious of that and had persuaded Garra into doing it. Every time it had been her turn she gave the people a start then they would just scowl her and keep on going. That gave her some satisfaction but not as much as the reactions Garra got. Every time Garra jumped out the people would practically have a heart attack and that would have her tumbling to the ground from laughing too hard at the people's reactions. Garra would try to apologize but the people would just run away from him. He would have felt extremely terrible, but he couldn't since she would just swing her arm around his neck and laugh while watching their victim running away like the devil himself was right behind them, which was partly true. Garra would look up at her shaking figure as she was laughing uncontrollable. When she would notice him staring at her with a bit of guilt she would smile wider and smack him in the back and say to do it again. Her being able to hit him always surprised him, but her hits were never ill will so he didn't mind, since he realized that was how she showed endearment. They had kept doing that until he jumped at one person who didn't run, but instead stood his ground and started swearing at Garra. Like usually Garra was feeling miserable and was about to run away crying until he felt an arm around his shoulders he looked down to realize he was being held in an embrace. Garra realized that she was hugging him. He looked at the her face and almost flinched. If looks could kill… That phrase suddenly popped into his head she was glaring daggers at the man. "Shut the fuck up" Garra eyes widened he had never heard such chilling words before they seemed to be dripping with venom. The only times he could remember hearing such hate filled words were when villagers were threatening him. Now he realize that the hate was being directed to the man.
The man glared at the girl his mouth in a snarl "Listen bitch that thing is a demon in a week you'll be dead if you keep hanging around it like that," He hissed at her before he decided to just chuck the remaining of his drink at her and turning quickly but not before flipping them off and walking away. Garra was shock the death stare had not been directed to him but- Garra turned his head as he felt his shoulder getting wet. Her head was bowed so he couldn't see her face but her bangs were dripping and she started trembling.
"Um are you okay?-"
She burst out laughing holding her stomach as she backed away. "Garra! Did you see that guy's face?" Garra stood there staring at her completely confused that man had just thrown his drink at her and she was…laughing? "What wrong? Oh that guy was a complete jackass! Calling you all those horrible names then calling you a demon! My! How can adults talk like that!" She placed her hands at her hips with a disapproving look on her face as she watched people hurrying off not wanting to be in her field of vision. She turned to Garra, but not with a look of anger or even hatred she looked at him with soft eyes and a caring smile, "Don't worry Garra-chan as long as I'm around I won't let any son of a bitch stain your innocence with harsh words " She grinned at him as she offered him her hand. "Come on it's almost lunch time and I promised to cook you something yummy!" She had told him as she pulled him foreword.
She had cooked him ramen which was okay not his favorite but it was food and he wasn't one to complain about especially if the person making the food was dripping juice from protecting him. Garra sighed she had been practically his mother at times and others his best friend but there was times she was just a sadist. She had used him to experiment her cooking and that had been torture. He shook his head as he looked back up at the stars no matter what he truly missed her she had stopped the pain he had inside himself and without her the pain was slowly coming back, like a band aide slowly starting to lose it's strength to stick. His eyes opened as he saw a wall of sand in front of him. Garra sat up trembling as he looked up to the roof across the street where a figure in black stood out against the starry sky. The figure threw another shuriken, that was deflected by the sand, before disappearing . Garrra gulped as he stood up and ran inside his room ducking under the covers realizing for the first time that his new sanctuary had a flaw.
