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The Curse of Blue

CHAPTER 4

RIN …

Oh crap. She's coming to my building. Yukio is going to kill me…

Later on...

"Rin! Are you serious?!"

"Sorry?"

"I was helping Shiemi study tonight but I guess I'll have to cancel-"

"Don't bother. She can't see any of the demons in this place. I'll ask them to steer clear so there's no chance of a temptaint and we'll have a cook-off. She'll probably end up quizzing me…"

"I can't believe you actually let her tutor you, you sound like you don't get along much."

"Yeah, well, she's good at teaching."

Yukio sighed, "Fine. Maybe you'll actually get better at English."

"Hey, I'm not bad at English."

Yukio raised his eyebrows, shrugged like he knew something and left me feeling angry for no apparent reason, "Stupid four eyes mole face…"

Right on time Kira arrived, holding her bag of groceries, "Okay, you better be ready. I'm making my Grandma's minestrone. In other words, prepare for defeat."

I scoffed, "Nuh uh, you're the one who's going to be defeated." She smirked as she entered and I lead her up to the kitchen.

"Wait- you have the whole building to yourself?"

"Me and Yukio, yeah. Faust is… over protective. He enrolled me after my father died even though I didn't have the grades."

She frowned, "That sucks. Were you two close?"

"Yeah. I was a screw-up though."

"That, I believe."

I couldn't help but growl, was she seriously saying that? But she took no notice.

"You were probably a real trouble-maker, getting into all sorts of crazy situations."

"Yeah, so?"

"He probably really cared about you then. That takes something special, to love when things aren't easy."

"Thanks. Did your dad…?"

She sighed, "We don't really get along. I'm close with my mum though, and my little brother and sister. Well, when they're not being total brats."

"Yeah. Siblings are tough sometimes."

"Can I ask how he died?"

"I don't really-"

"No! No worries," she waved her hand embarrassed, "You don't have to tell me anything. I get it. Memories like that suck. Sorry for bringing it up," her little apologetic face quickly changed into an evil one, "especially since it's going to be even more tragic when you lose tonight."

A few hours later…

"This is ridiculous! It's stupid!" she exclaimed, chopsticks in hand, "Nothing can be this good! It doesn't make any sense!"

I couldn't help grinning, feeling a little embarrassed at the praise she was giving me, "Your minestrone is amazing, I've never tried anything like it."

"Are you kidding?! When you said cook off I thought it would be two people who could cook, not me against the next Masterchef!" she gestured angrily, food still being eaten.

"Nah, I'm not that good."

"Yes, you really, really are. You could do this professionally. Makes me want to eat here every night. You'll probably get me fat. God, you flattened me."

I grinned, feeling a little demonic, "So I win?"

She rolled her eyes, swallowing the last of the food, "Yes, you win. Victory to you. All hail Rin's cooking," she held up the bowl, "More please?"

I laughed, "Sure. I just can't believe you didn't ask a single English question."

"Poking the bear, are we?"

"No! No! Definitely not!" I put my hands up, begging for a reprieve.

"The meaning of the word-"

"Do you want your food?"

She paused, thinking very hard, her lips pressed together, "Dammit, fine. No Q and A."