AN: Whoops I took way too long with this chapter. Due to that fact, I had to cut it short and leave you guys with a tiny bit of a cliff hanger. I apologize for the wait but I have no excuse other than school and minor writers block. Do you ever get that feeling where you know how you want your story to go, but you don't know how to write the situation? That's what was happening to me. And lastly, the receptionist in this chapter is a reference to caitycaterpillar's Blue Exorcist and How To Train Your Dragon Crossover story titled, The Problem With Clocks. Despite being an unfinished story, I recommend you check it out since caity is a really good writer and it's also a really interesting read. Now enjoy this chapter and don't forget to provide me with some constructive criticism or ideas if you have any!

The passage of time during the school days at True Cross seemed to only extend at an agonizing pace for Rin. He had become distracted due to the whole 'Night situation' and could hardly focus on any of his necessary subjects. His dilemma was especially bad in his high school classes. Several times Rin had caught himself needing to clear his thoughts in order to snap back to reality and attend to his curriculum to avoid getting scolded. And the piling homework certainly didn't help his case at all. It almost seemed as if the teachers wanted him to suffer and perform terribly on all the objectives given. He really did try to focus, but every time he would try and build up his feeble determination, it would get smacked down by a giant wrecking ball of distraction. This was becoming quite the problem for him and quite the nuisance for his brother at the cram school.

Yukio was just about ready to give up on his incompetent brother and his constant procrastination. However, duties of his own became far more troublesome, so he just told Rin to try and work things out on his own since he didn't need to deal with his constant distraction. It was all bothersome enough.

Free time that could've been spent doing homework or studying was used to go through exorcist files he was allowed to retrieve from the archives. However, because of his low rank, Rin had received very little. The only things the files contained on Night were simple things such as his progress as a growing exorcist and first few missions over a span of five years. None of the papers had revealed anything about his abilities, or more importantly, his current location. The important ones were all locked tight in a cabinet high above his pay grade. So he had resorted to begging Yukio to borrow his identification card to be able to enter the restricted sections. After annoying the crap out of his four-eyed-mole of a brother for at least an hour, he reluctantly gave in upon the exchange that he would get back on track with receiving good grades in school. But unfortunately, it seemed things only worsened from there.

One such prominent instance of his declining attention span is when his fellow classmate, Sei Godaiin, had to tell the Okumura boy that class was over upon noticing he had been spacing out for some time after the bell rang for lunch. Speaking of Godaiin, he and Rin had become quite close after the minor demon incident. Occasionally, he would express his small ponderings to him about the typical actions of demons and the like. The teen had decided that if he was to continue to deal with the burden of seeing demons on a daily basis, he might as well be knowledgeable about them too. Now Godaiin had to give the half-demon boy's shoulder a few shakes before he had fully registered consciousness. "Rin… Hey Rin… class is over."

He snapped his head as fast a lightning strike in the direction of the sudden voice, alarmed. "Huh? Oh. What's up, Godaiin?"

The reaction made the spectrally aware boy's expression turn to that of concern. "Nothing, it's just you've been sitting here for a while. Are you alright? You seem a bit distracted."

"Yeah I'm fine. I've been thinking about something is all."

"Let me guess . . . exorcist stuff?"

Rin gave a small laugh. "Pretty much. It's kind of a complicated story, but basically I'm looking for this exorcist who knew my dad."

Godaiin was aware that the old priest whom the dark haired boy had called his father, passed away. He had spared him most to all of details, yet he summed that it wasn't a very lovely story. It also wouldn't be wise to press his newfound friend anyway. Death was a hard subject for anyone to discuss considering how it affected most very deeply. "Well what's your reason for meeting him then?"

"I don't know exactly, I thought it would be a good idea is all," Rin lied. He knew exactly what his reason was, but Godaiin didn't need to know. He was one of the few people he trusted who didn't know about his status as Satan's Spawn and wanted to keep it that way. So telling him about his demon heart wouldn't have a favorable outcome. Mephisto's words from when he had first joined the academy echoed through his head; "Say all you want about your ears, fangs, and tail, but the flames are a big no-no." And his sword was a direct link to his origins, therefore he wasn't able to reveal a thing about it. Sure, the people at the cram school and Kyoto Temple had found out, but those were completely different situations. Godaiin clearly wasn't an exorcist as of now or in any sort of peril, therefore it would be a good idea to withhold all information of the subject from him.

"If you say so." Godaiin could tell the half-demon was hiding something from him. It was obvious by how he gave a nervous scratch to the back of his head with a light chuckle. Sometimes the teen couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed. It was true that getting more immersed into the world of exorcism just might literally make his own world a living hell, but he wanted to take that chance. Even so, Rin was just trying to protect him from unknown dangers and he appreciated it. A set of voices was suddenly heard calling Godaiin's name from the classroom door. "That's my friends. Looks like I've gotta go. See you later Rin."

The half-demon boy gave a friendly wave as he left the classroom to join his comrades by the door. It took some time to traverse through the expansive classroom and weave between clusters of students. Upon catching up with them, a smile brightened on his face. Good thing that the nervous guy wasn't alone. Like he had stated before, Godaiin had plenty of friends and family to support him in his unusual problem. Rin laid these thoughts to rest as he stood up from his seat to exit through the door to reach the area where his friends sat for lunch outdoors. As per usual, Koneko, Bon, and Shima were all gathered under a large tree on the grass area of campus grounds. A colorful box lunch rested in each of their laps to which they heartily enjoyed during their discussion. The majority of their expressions were happy and at rest while Bon's had a whiff of stone-cold fatigue.

Upon sighting Rin, Shima gave a wave and called out to him, "Hey man, how's your search been going for that exorcist guy?" The demon boy had told him and the rest of the Kyoto Trio about his current findings of the enigma that was Night the exorcist. It was an extremely bizarre series of events to say in the least, but interesting enough that they wanted to know how it was all playing out.

Rin settled down upon the greenery and retrieved his own boxed lunch from his book bag. He replied with a mouth full of food, "Pretty good actually. I came across a problem with accessing files, but it's gonna be quickly resolved. Then I'll finally know where Night is at."

"That's good to hear. But Rin, have you even decided what you'll say once you meet him? If I were Night, I'd think it would be a bit odd to find out some exwire had been tracking me down without some kind of explanation," Koneko questioned with a brief adjustment to his red rimmed glasses.

The small boy had a good point. In a way, it was kind of creepy for him to be so eager on seeking out every little bit of information on the exorcist. If he wasn't careful with his words, there was a strong possibility he could be mistaken for a stalker. The mere thought made him cringe. He could just imagine the event; he would end up describing his situation so poorly to the red-eyed exorcist that his calm demeanor would instantly turn to one of repulsion. "Stay away from me you creep!" he would say while slowly backing away, fear and disgust ravaging his could fall to ruins with just a single slip up. What should he say once he meets Night?

"Umm w-well I guess I could start by saying hi?"

"Of course but-"

"Enough with all this crap! What about our upcoming physical exams?" Suguro vociferated. The boy's exhausted expression began to deepen with the furrow of his brows. This topic was just getting out of hand for him and he'd much rather focus on the important things that occurred at school. What had resulted in his tiredness was the amount of homework they were starting to offer in the high school this year that had increased so much to point that he hardly had time to sleep anymore. He barely managed to get in at least three hours of shuteye that night after thoroughly finishing 2 projects and 4 pages of homework from several different classes. This was a nightmare for the rooster-haired boy, but he wasn't going to give up. These idiots weren't going to distract him! Just how did they manage to remain so energized? He knew they were receiving the same amount of homework as him; so how...? "Damn I'm so exhausted from all this crap load of work the teachers have been throwing on us that it's not even funny! I'm not gonna even make it through before I pass out."

The other members of the group's expressions turned to that of astonishment. Bon was nervous about failing the physical exam of all things? He was the most athletic of the group aside from Okumura, so it was something to worry about. But then their faces also began to turn pallid. He wasn't the only one who was exhausted and damn tired. They all were!

Shima began to complain, "Are you kidding me, man? I've also barely been getting any sleep. I've just been putting up this facade cuz it's what keeps me going! I swear to god just end my suffering!"

"You're always putting up a facade you spy!"

"Knock it off with that crap already!"

"I know right? I usually sleep for about twelve hours, but all this investigating work has got me going on seven."

"Seven?! What the hell Okumura that's like two times more than what I get!"

"Well considering that I'm your roommate Shima, I've noticed you've barely gotten your work done anyway and you just waste time reading those perverted magazines you buy from the convenience store till it's three A.M."

"Koneko! Have you been watching me?"

"Huh?!"

"No of course not! It's just very hard to ignore when I hear-"

"Okay! I think that's enough!" Bon interjected. "Okumura? Anything you'd like to change the subject with?"

"Uhhh well I heard from Yukio that all the top exorcists from the Asian branches are going to have a meeting at our headquarters."

"Now why is that?"

The half-demon boy shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. But hey, now that I think about it, there's a possibility that I might see Night there if he's not millions of miles away in China still."

"Yeah that's true. But what do you suppose this meeting's about? Maybe they're just going over the events of the Impure King's attack at Kyoto or the whole Illuminati ordeal."

Shima gave a shrug. "Seems the most logical thing to me."

"Yes… but what if… what if there's something else? Something even worse than Lucifer and the Illuminati? I mean all the top exorcists are coming together at this meeting," Konekomaru theorized. The small boy was flexing his palms upon his knees nervously.

Rin raised his hand dismissively at the wild accusation. "Nahh I doubt it. You're just over thinking things, Koneko. Relax."

The young monk did as was suggested by taking a few deep breaths, but sweat continued to dribble down his bald forehead. His anxiety just couldn't be quelled quite as easily, but he was slowly building up his courage.

Rin rested his head upon the ground as the Kyoto trio continued their former subject about upcoming exams and the like. He agreed with them to meet up in Shima and Koneko's dorm after cram school for a study session. After this pact, the bell began to ring, signaling that lunch had ended. They bid their goodbyes to enter through the next circle of hell that was their studies for high school. The day drudged on by until their study session finally began. They laid their textbooks upon the bed in the dorm room and talked over questions and the facts presented in the pages of the thick bound books. Rin lazily stared up at the bookshelves lining Konekomaru's side of the room. They were very neat and orderly. A desk sat below one of the shelves with a computer laid upon it. A cup full of pens and pencils sat beside it. His momentary distraction was quickly crushed as Bon chastised him for not listening to question he had asked him. The boy gave an apology before asking him to repeat it. Bon sighed at his incompetence. This was going to be a very long session.

Night was sitting at the desk of his apartment, sunlight streaming through the windows illuminated the luster of his dark black hair. A set of papers lay in front of him which he took care to use in filling the last sections out of his extensive reports to all the locations which he had traveled to.

He had been on quite the exorcism trip for the past few years. First, he had attended to a small mission in Osaka, where a building was being haunted by a violent ghost. Next, he had moved up to the Chubu region where a group of Reapers were assailing those at a lake who unknowingly came near to the demons and ended up being devoured. He also couldn't possibly forget about his independent mission at the Miyama-Uguisu Mansion. Night had also passed through South Korea for a brief moment to assist with a swarm of imps that had infested one of the branch headquarters. It was hard to forget how the creatures had shouted vulgar insults at him as they clawed viciously at his face. Thank goodness the scratches had already faded long ago due to his fast healing. And finally, the most crucial of all his missions was to put a stop to the newly revived Impure Queen who was slowly growing more and more powerful in Shenyang, China. The demon was quite the force to be reckoned with due to the fact that the exorcists weren't doing the greatest job at preventing it from fully forming. Over thousands of citizens and exorcists alike had gotten affected by the miasma which erupted from the fully formed spores. They were put in intensive care after he had helped to put a sure end to the queen's destructive reign. Night was also aware that the other three members of the Impure demon family had made an appearance a little while back which made him suspicious. Namely the Impure King.

A report he had fetched from the archives stated that back in Kyoto, two exorcists had conspired in returning the eyes of the infectious demon to its corpse, bringing about its revival. But thanks to the Myoda Sect and a group of several other exorcists from the True Cross Order, it was defeated. A particular name came up a few times in the document of a person who was said to have done a great deal in the Impure King's defeat. This caught Night's attention; Rin Okumura. Okumura. . . wasn't that the surname of the twins that Shiro was looking after? He faintly recalled meeting Yukio once during the Kuro incident, but that was it. Then that must mean Rin was the other one. The revelation made him happy to know that another had been guided down the path of exorcism by Shiro Fujimoto. He would perhaps have to visit the boys since it was said that the both of them attended here at True Cross Academy.

Another report spoke of how it was recently discovered that the Illuminati faction led by the demon king of light was holding a base in the Inari distract. Horrid descriptions of the various experiments held at the facility made Night's stomach churn. He simply couldn't bear to look at the photos taken of the area filled with the corpses of amalgamations of demons and humans.

But back to the troubling issue about the Impure demons. After the King had been revived, next arrived the Princess, then recently the Baron. It was all far too much. Their creator, Astaroth, was in the lowest rank of all the demon kings, but he was the most stubborn and persistent. His other kin the coal tar were a prime example as they infested every dark corner of both Assiah and Gehenna. He remembered when he used to spend his days in that wasteland the tiny black creatures would chitter and tease him. He was so pathetic that the lower level demons would treat him like shit. If only… if only Pazuzu hadn't shred his wings…

Stop it. Thinking of the past won't help me. Night shook his head to wake himself back up from the horrid memories, his shadow-like bangs swaying with the motion. Manic laughter echoed through his mind shaking him to the core. The ghostly sensation of intense pain stung his back. After taking a few deep breaths, silence returned. Pazuzu was dead and there was no doubt about it. He had killed the filthy bastard of a demon himself. But that still didn't deter the fact that he longed for his lost ability of flight. It was so long ago that he would have easily mistaken it for a delusion if it wasn't for the tell-tale scars upon his back. Every now and then he'd have dreams about soaring through the dark groggy skies of Gehenna, feeling safe and free from all possible dangers upon the ground. He was mid-level demon, but that didn't mean others weren't likely to try and harm him. It was quite the enjoyable resource for he would perform all sorts of tricks while airborne, from barrel rolls to loop de loops. This euphoria he'd experience is something that Pazuzu believed an underling like him didn't deserve. That day when Pazuzu had summoned him for what he claimed to be "an important task" is when it all went downhill. The demon grabbed the poor cat sidhe mix with his sharp claws, catching him unaware. The mocking laugh came back again as did the feeling of his razor-sharp nails plucking out his appendages. Point is, Night was very happy that he no longer had to go back to that dreadful place. He had a home here in Assiah where people mostly cared for his wellbeing. Best of all, he had a name.

Night completed the last of his report and stood up from his desk, arching his back. He made his way over the stack of books by the opposite window and paused to study his beloved photograph that was displayed in a gold frame. It was of himself standing beside the most important person to him in all of Assiah; Monaka Miyama-Uguisu.

...

Over the span of his travels, he went back to visit the flower arranger upon his return trip. He had forgotten how fast humans aged for Monaka had already become a spritely young adult at age nineteen. The girl was now around the same estimated age as his own human body. She was absolutely ecstatic for his surprise visit and beckoned him inside her home. The abode was as lovely as always with the multitude of plants that decorated both the indoor and outdoor areas. But things seemed even brighter upon the fact that Monaka was now happy and free from her false uncle's grasp. She led him to a small table where she served him a cup of tea. The young lady smiled as she placed the fragile cup in his hands which he took a sip from after cooling it down with a puff of air. His crimson eyes spoke of gratitude and mirth for the young girl which pleased her greatly. He had done so much for her in one day those four years ago; for a complete stranger of all things. The action was so surreal to her that the least she could do was invite him back into her home to express her many thanks. But there was something else unreadable in his eyes. What was it? She had a feeling that she knew something but was unable to remember.

"So, Mister Exorcist, what brings you here?"

Night set his cup down upon the small plate provided. "I just happened to be passing by and decided to see how you've been doing," he spoke with a smooth air. "Any updates you'd like to tell me about your family business?"

"Well ever since you had arrived that day, things have been going great! A lot more clients have been coming here and I'm slowly improving my flower arranging skills. Anything with you?" her last few words softend in sudden shyness.

The young man smiled. Monaka may have aged, but she still housed the same optimistic spirit within her. "I just went on a long mission in China and I'm going back to headquarters which is still pretty far away."

The young woman was noticeably lost in thought before replying to his question. "... Oh! China! I've heard wonderful things about the plants that grow there. "Her eyes began to waver and tilt as thought consumed her once again. Night noticed how the hand that rested in her lap kept clenching and unclenching. Her other hand's grip around the porcelain cup began to loosen. These odd actions made the exorcist concerned.

"Monaka. . . are you alright?"

"Hm? Uhh yes! It's nothing to worry about."

Night wasn't content with such a half-assed answer. There was no harm in pushing her a little more. He was her friend and wanted to do all that he could to make sure she was happy. "Tell me anyway." The exorcist rested his hand under his chin to emphasize that he was listening. He also gave a small smile in an effort to ease her minor anxiety.

Monaka gave a brief inhale before she ventilated her inner turmoil. "Really, I am alright, but something has been bothering me. To put it into words I've been feeling a bit lonely here in the mansion. I have the company of the servants and all, but it's just not enough. I want some real friends. You see, a while back a dear friend of mine went missing and I don't know if he'll ever come back. You may laugh at this, but he was a cat and my only friend. And I want to see him again so badly! I just… I don't know if I should continue to wait or if I should give up. Something must have happened to him."

The young man's crimson eyes widened. She was talking about him! Did he really leave her feeling that way? Night had never told the young woman about his true identity after the Miyama-Uguisu mansion incident, therefore she was oblivious to the fact that her dear friend was actually sitting right in front of her sharing a cup of tea. He was finally able to chat with her just like they had both always wished. But he was just so nervous in telling her who he really was, and now was certainly not the time. "Have you forgotten what I've told you?"

The flower arranger looked up in confusion with a slight tilt to the head, her white hair shifting with the motion and light eyes bright with curiosity. She gave a small hum to display her befuddlement.

"Don't give up. Besides I'm sure your friend will come back."

"But how do you know?"

"I came back didn't I?" A small shade of pink and a polite smile spread across his features.

Monaka raised the edge of her sleeve to her mouth. Several suitors had come to her doorstop before with all sorts of gifts, affections, and compliments, but none had ever touched her as deeply as this mysterious man's. "Mister exorcist… you're too kind."

"I'm just telling the truth," he shrugged nonchalantly.

After the last few remaining drops within their teacups were consumed, the young girl raised herself from the small table to collect the tea set back onto the silver tray. She disappeared into the kitchen area before coming back to the exorcist's side. His gaze had never left her movements, observing everything from the small twinkle in her light orbs to the sway of her stocking feet as she traversed about her home. It still amazed him how this female had made his whole world with just the simplest of kindness. In the beginning he had pushed away without a second thought until she kept coming back to him. It had made the demon wonder, Why me? How could I possibly deserve this purity in my life? I've done nothing to earn this. But… I'll make sure to treasure it while it lasts. And treasure it so he did. And he would continue to do so for as long as the young woman was still around. He hated to think about it, but human lives were so short. Next thing he knew, she could have a family with a handful of children all because he lost track of time. So he promised to himself that after returning to headquarters, he would come back to this mansion right away and tell her everything she needed to know. Night really loved Monaka very much and couldn't stand keeping this secret from her.

"Mister Exorcist?" she spoke, breaking him from his heavy inner monologue.

"Yes?"

"I want us to take a picture together! I feel like you've become someone important to me, so why not cherish it with a picture? I'll give you a copy if you want." One of her household servants was seen behind her, holding a camera in hand.

"Definitely." He began to stand up, stretching his limbs, before heading out to the back garden for an ideal backdrop. The weather was still relatively nice outdoors especially due to the fact that the colder seasons were soon arriving. The plants were still fresh and green, light drops of dew sliding off their structures. The exorcist positioned himself beside the flower arranger as the camera released a flash. He gave a small smile while Monaka had given a big and bright one.

The photograph was placed in a golden frame she had left over in one of the studies. She set it beside a painting she had created for him, declaring, "These are both for you to keep. Please bring them back with you on your journey."

Night gave a chuckle. "I don't think I'd be able to carry these with me, but you can send them to my address at True Cross." He took a piece of paper and writing utensil from a nearby desk and wrote down the address to his apartment. He could ask some people at the branch to set the gifts up somewhere in his abode for when he returned.

"Alright. One last thing." She revealed a small pin with a yellow buttercup in her palm and attached it to the collar of his dark coat. "The least you can do is have this."

He nodded. "I should get going now. It was wonderful to see you again." The exorcist made his way to the front entrance and gave the girl's palm a light kiss. The action made her pale face become alarmingly flushed. It made him internally snigger. She was too pure for her own good. He began his descent across the stone walkway to the street.

"Goodbye Mister Exorcist! Although, I can't keep calling you that. What's your name?"

"Hmm… maybe I'll tell you the next time I come to visit."

A small indignant huff escaped the young woman's mouth. "When will that be?"

"I'll be back before you know it. I promise." The man in the dark coat gave a small wave as he slung his blue case over his shoulder. Monaka watched as he left the perimeters of her property, her eyes following his every footstep. She then began to take notice of his shadow. There was something odd about it. The outline of something long and thin trailed behind him, but nothing could be seen to cause such a phenomenon. It kind of looked like a tail. Before she could make any clear assumptions, the man had already left the vicinity.

...

The tender memories that had filled his head began to pass as soon as he righted himself to his task at hand. Like any person that lived in Assiah, he had to attend to fetching the rest of his mail from the slots at the office. He grabbed his exorcist jacket and blue case off the wooden rack and slung them onto his shoulders. The demon also picked up his reports to send in. Night passed by the nearby mirror and looked into the clear surface to view his appearance. It had already been a decade and nothing in his visage had changed. His skin remained flawlessly pale and his eyes were as bright and sharp as ever like garnets. His hair was the solid black it had always been. Just one of the many perks to being a demon; if you take care of your body well you will remain with unparalleled looks that are sure to draw in an unsuspecting victim. But of course, Night wasn't that type of demon, nor would he want to be. He just wanted to be regarded as any other human who wanted happiness. The dark haired man stepped outside the door of his apartment upon readjusting himself, and slid the key into the lock behind him. He began to make his way over to the mailboxes which were probably overflowing like a fountain due to his long absence. Another key was available to him that could give him the ability to transport to the area, but he decided against it. After all, nothing was wrong with a little exercise. The distance to said area from his complex was only about four building sections away.

All of the surrounding area was packed with people as it was regularly. For all sorts of reasons the masses walked about from this way and that, producing an abundance of noise with their chatter and footsteps. It unnerved Night to be around such a large crowd, but he was slowly getting used to the sensation of flowing around the pandemonium. Just one more zone of the town's crowd and he'd reach the mail building. He looked up and began to take notice of heavily ornate signs about an upcoming festival. There were also bright colorful balloons being strung onto some of the rooftops that displayed interesting patterns of faces. Despite the fact of how the human cat-sidhe planned to leave the campus as soon as possible, he knew he couldn't pass up this festival. Besides, it was just starting next week. Nothing else would hold him back from seeing his friend. But it was odd. The festival was known to take place at an earlier season. Shouldn't it have already begun a while back? Night mentally shrugged at this conjecture and continued on his way.

After facing the claustrophobic conditions of the area, Night finally made it the mailing office. The building was no different from the others with the same stone color, abundance of windows, and pointed, tiled rooftop. He entered the constructed dwelling and gave a gesture of greeting to the others within before moving to the dark gray slots. He retrieved the tiny key from within his coat and swung it into the lock. As expected, a multitude of mail from junk to important came spilling out. The scene caused others nearby to look on in a mix of confusion, pity, and hilarity. One human began to laugh while another frowned, but made no effort to approach and help. Night just gave a sigh at the mess upon the floor and went ahead to sorting out the letters to avoid further embarrassment. He had managed to get them into two separate piles then proceeded to throw out all of the junk into a nearby waste bin. All of the mail that wasn't junk he gathered in his freehand. The other hand was used to slide his report into the box to be sent to the order. He locked his own mailbox and began to go through all of the letters. The first two letters were ones sent by Shura and Shiro which he'd make sure to read first thing when he got home. There was also another from Shiro's monastery. Then there was a few from the headquarters which was to be expected. And finally there was one with giant red letters stating IMPORTANT, stamped across the front. According to the date, it was just sent in yesterday. Night immediately began to open it upon its conspicuous significance. Inside was a heavily decorated pink letter. King Samael… Its contents composed of a bubbly font with several stickers, drawings, and a polka dot border. Just looking at the damn thing was giving him a headache, so he took care to reading it at once to get it over with.

' Dear Night,

Welcome back to True Cross! It's been such a long while hasn't it? Hope the other branches had been treating you well on your journey~. ^x^

In fact, I would just love to hear all about it in my office so come stop by when you have time. So many things have happened while you were away so I'm sure you'd also love to hear all about that too.

I'll be waiting~ ^x^

Mephisto'

After reading the letter, Night looked up at a nearby clock upon the wall to check the time. It read as 6:03. He assumed the eccentric demon king would still be in his office waiting for him even now. There was nothing else important for the human cat-sidhe to do now, so he made way over to the main building at the headquarters where Mephisto's office was. The roads were less compacted as the bright sun began to sink into the horizon, causing the little lights from surrounding structures to flick on in response. At night, the academy looked beautiful with all of the illuminated masterpieces of abodes.

There was a great stairway that lead up into Mephisto's office. They were white stairs with a red carpet trailing down the middle that had a golden trumpet vine pattern upon it. A glossy brown railing sat to the right of it with a black intricate grate to support it. These stairs came in great numbers, so it took some time before reaching the top. Upon entering the final floor, a female attendant was seen who sat at a desk outside of the double doors that lead into the chairman's office. The woman wore a pair of thin metal spectacles and had her long brunette hair up into a tight bun. She appeared to be new as Night had never seen her before. A receptionist perhaps? "Is Sir Pheles in?" he asked.

The receptionist gave pause to her incessant clacking of keyboard keys to look over at the human cat-sidhe. She then glanced down at a planner full of schedule dates that rested upon the desk. "Are you Night?" Her glasses gleamed from the brightness of the computer screen as she moved her head to look up at him once again.

He gave a nod in response.

"Sir Pheles is waiting for you inside. Go on in." She made a swaying motion with her hand before returning to her current task upon the electronic device.

Night walked across the carpeted floor to open the wide double doors that lead into the demon king's office. He clasped the brass handles that were attached to the dark wooden panels and gave it a pull. The office was just as finely furnished as he remembered. His shoes came to step upon an expensive floral carpet as his eyes rested upon the red walls that were adorned with several abstract portraits. Some nearby tables had porcelain vases upon them with well kept roses of the pastel variety and candelabras. A fireplace sat next to the great desk with no fire roaring inside, but had an array of decorations on the mantelpiece. Now at the desk was a large computer screen, a pile of papers, some sort of rabbit paperweight, a desk lamp with a pink shade, and a grand swivel chair with the back of it facing towards him in front of a large window containing small sections of squares.

"Night. I see you've arrived." Mephisto gracefully swung around his chair with the heel of his boot to face him, greeting him with a big toothy smile. "Congrats on completing your journey!"

"Thanks" he responded simply. Night made the few extra steps to stand directly in front of the eccentric demon king's desk.

The man folded his gloved hands together and rested them under his bearded chin, grin still remaining. "Did you encounter any significant troubles?"

"No, everything was handled properly."

"Excellent! That's good to hear. I expect no less from one of my top exorcists. And what about that special assignment of yours? Things went well with that too I hope?"

Night slightly stiffened at the realization of the chairman's reference to the Miyama-Uguisu mansion incident. "Ah yes, yes it did."

The clown-like man's emerald eyes briefly gleamed. "I see… now onto business! What would you like to know?"