Disclaimer: I do not own The Demon Ororon. I just fell in love with the Romeo-and-Juliet-like romance tragedyness of it. I own all the original characters though.

I Don't Love You Anymore
CHAPTER 4

Where does the King of Hell go when he dies?

Where did I go when I died?

Everything was black. And quite peaceful in a disturbed and odd way. But that's nothing new to me. I'm surrounded by disturbed people. I guess that's what it means to be a demon. To be disturbed.

It was black. But because it was black, I couldn't see where I was. Therefore I didn't know where I was. Which is quite shitty when you think about it, don't you think? You'd think that if you died to save someone else, you'll get something better than just black.

If there was an author in this life, I'd like to meet him-or her. Whatever. Just to punch their head in. Life hasn't been fair to me. To Othello. To anyone. Why not?

Ororon cried as he got out of his grave. He spluttered and coughed, trying to get rid of the dirt in his throat. When he could see, he looked around. He was in a clearing. He saw a shadow and as he slowly got his legs out, he turned around to see a cross by the head of his old grave. He smiled and grunted a laugh, Othello, always the joker.

"How long has it been?" Ororon talked to himself, "Where's Chiaki?" He looked around hopelessly and sighed. He remembered the fight with Oscar. "Oh, right. I've been dead for God knows how long."

He looked up, as if to receive an answer. And then sighed again. "Whatever, I'll just use a teleporting spell to Miss Lucy and find out where everyone is."

Ororon suddenly appeared in front of Miss Lucy and she jumped. High. "Ororon!" she screamed in surprise.

"Miss Lucy!" Ororon returned the greeting with a little bit of sarcasm. "Where is everyone? Where's Chiaki?"

"Well," Miss Lucy said slowly, "Lika is completing her medicine university course and I don't know where Shiro and Kuro is. Othello is-as people nowadays say-"pimping" girls in America."

Ororon just stood there in silence. There was a sort of aura coming from him that said 'what the hell are you talking about?'

"Yeah, okay. Let's get to the important matters. Where's Chiaki?" Ororon asked again.

"Uh, well, she's not here, as you probably would have worked out by now, uh..." Miss Lucy mumbled, trying to figure out what to tell the King of Hell. Should she tell the truth? Should she tell the King of Hell that the only other being that he loved most other than his mother is in America, getting married in just under two weeks?

"She's finishing her arts degree." Miss Lucy said quickly.

"You're lying." Ororon growled straight away.

"Well..." Miss Lucy groaned again.

Ororon leaned in. His blonde hair seemed to float down over his grey eyes. He smelled of dirt and blood. "Where is she Miss Lucy?" and when Miss Lucy didn't say anything, he repeated himself, "where is she?"

At this point in time, Miss Lucy started to sink backwards and Ororon followed by keeping the same distance between him and Miss Lucy. She backed into the wall and he started to open his mouth to ask again. It was then Othello walked in loudly and called out, "Ororon! You're finally alive, you little devil, you!"

Ororon glared at Othello. "Where's Chiaki?"

"Whoa, look at you, don't we need to check if you're functioning properly?" Othello laughed half-heartedly.

"He teleported here." Miss Lucy chipped in.

"Oh..." Othello paused and thought carefully what he was going to say next. He had nothing, "...so you teleported here then."

"Yes! Why won't anyone tell me where Chiaki is?" Ororon screamed.

"Because she's gone to America." A voice called out and the trio turned to see who it was. It was Shiro.

"What?" Ororon exclaimed. His eyes went blank and he said in a low voice, "what is she doing there?"

Othello started to stop Shiro but Shiro said something that Othello didn't want Ororon to know before he could stop him.

"She's getting married."

Ororon stayed silent before screaming out loud, "Married?"

Then everything turned white.

"Sheesh, next time, when we decide to tell Ororon something so delicate like this, we need to tell him when I say it is the best time to." Othello growled. "First Chiaki destroyed a whole town and now Ororon did. How many towns do we want to be destroyed?"

"Well, I'm sorry. Mime better." Shiro growled.

"By the way, where's Kuro?" Othello asked.

"Yeah, about that, he jumped into one of your bags when you decided you'll move there to keep an eye on Chiaki." Shiro explained uncomfortably.

Othello stayed silent for a bit before he realised what Shiro meant. "Is that why I was in customs for all that time. They saw Kuro in one of my bags in the x-rays?"

"Well, possibly. He must've been late in getting rid of his presence." Shiro murmured.

"Damn, you guys are annoying!" Othello yelled, "Five hours!"

Miss Lucy stood up, "I'm getting some tea ready for Ororon, anybody want anything?"

"Yes please, and can you check up on Ororon?" Othello asked. Miss Lucy nodded.

She was out for a little bit before she ran back in.

"What's wrong?" Othello asked, getting worried.

"Ororon's gone." Miss Lucy exclaimed.

"Shit! He must be in America trying to win back Chiaki! We must stop him before he ruins her life!" Othello groaned and he disappeared.

Miss Lucy looked at where Othello was and the looked at Shiro.

"No thanks on the tea." Shiro said, standing up slowly, "I think I'll go to America as well, I need to look after my brother." and he also disappeared.

Sorry for the short chapter. I haven't updated in ages...and I need to go to work. So, here's where things get complicated. I don't know how long of a story is left. But hopefully, I could finish it with an acceptable and good ending. There's a bit more comedy in this. Probably too much comedy for The Demon Ororon but, heck, I'm quite a funny guy.

Next chapter will be bigger for sure and be less funny and more serious. More like The Demon Ororon. So, until then,

Kid.

I promise to update faster this time.