Oh my goodness guys. It's been an eternity. I actually can not believe I finally got this done! You know, a non violent Ghirahim is REALLY hard to write for me for some reason… really, you have no idea. I mean not only that; I didn't know where to go from last chapter… I chased down so many plot bunnies that I could have wrote 16 different versions of this story. -_-' Also forgive me of any typos I did not catch.

But enough excuses! I hope I was able to capture Ghirahim nicely enough for you guys! Enjoy!

Dots Chapter 3

"Are you really going to eat that?"

Ghirahim lifted his head slowly from his active lunch and stared at me humorously.

"Of course I'm going to eat it, I asked for it didn't I?"

I shuddered as his takeout twitched and moved on its own.

"That can not possibly be appetizing." I held back my own eaten lunch as a tentacle shot up by itself. "For goodness' sake It's still alive!"

Ghira's eating habits, no matter how many times we have eaten together, still disgust me every time. To be honest I think he knows and tries his best to gross me out to spite me or something. But, really! It was as if there was nothing that he wouldn't have tried!

"So? Come on try some little mortal, you'd be surprised by how delicious this is." He grinned wickedly knowing very well that I barely even sniff the stuff without barfing everywhere.

I turned away before he started to swallow to save myself some misery and stumbled by the table into the living room. I looked around taking in the view of my new home.

Shortly after taking ol' "Demon Lord" under my wing, there were some complications and them some rumors spreading around that forced me to apply for a job out of the city in a less… crowded area for convenience sake.

Newfork was a lovely little town. It spread out and seemed to be in its own world. It was pretty here for sure. There was a bigger town not too far away and best of all people kept to themselves.

I smiled at my living room lighted by its lovely skylight.

Oh yes, Newfork was my new favorite place. This house was so much better than that crummy apartment.

"Hey" I turned around to see Ghira holding up a black wig. "What is this?"

"That is what you call a wig." He frowned his brows annoyed.

"No, why do you have this moron?"

"Lately I was thinking about how someone might end up seeing you eventually and so that along with a few other things is your disguise."

Silence.

"What?"

"Well, I'd rather not have something like what happened last time to occur again, Mr. I-Can't-Keep-Quiet." I pursed my lips as he held back a chuckle.

"That… was not my fault."

"Bull, thanks to you, all of my ex-coworkers think that I'm sleeping with some flamboyant creeper from some insane asylum somewhere."

"Is that really what people think I look like?"

"It's what I think you look like." I shook my head at his sudden growl. "Come on, if it wasn't me saying it, you would be happy to hear that they thought you were insane."

"If you call me flamboyant one more time I'm killing you."

"Sure, whatever."

"You should take me more seriously mortal."

"Uhuh" I waved his obvious threat off. "By the way, being as…" I looked him up and down , searching for a word "-well, as fabulous as you like to be, for a man in this world it's considered a little gay."

Without skipping a beat Ghira responded with "Just because I dress nicer than the average man does not make me gay." I thought the statement was a very mature one coming from him ,but I ignored it all the same.

"It's okay if you're crooked Ghira," I laughed "It makes things less complications for me." I expected for him to blow up like I planned , but he just stared at me blankly.

"I prefer women, just as much as you prefer men."

Stubborn to receive a sufficient answer I replied, "Your outfit tells me otherwise."

Ghira sighed obviously tired of the conversation and before I could blink I felt pressure on my left side, and Ghira was beside me waiting for a reaction.

I blinked twice before processing exactly what had happened.

"Did… did you just molest me?"

"If you are referring to the fact that I just squeezed your breast, then yes I did."

I stared at him for a few seconds before slowly backing away. He smirked knowing he had just successfully won the conversation.

"I guess now there is a bit of truth to what your coworkers thought now isn't there?"

"Shut your face."

I took down some notes fighting the urge to laugh before closing the small book and sighing.

"It looks like they have become close,... or at least closer." I mused.

Alright time to get serious.

I looked through my notes taking heed of every little thing that could tell me where this girl was.

According to the dates for each entry it was one and a half years since she started writing till this particular entry. That was five years ago...

I rubbed my temples as if the act alone would will my stress away.

In this entry she said she moved to a town called Newfork because of a scandal.

Despite the time that has gone by, I could probably still get a name if I really tried.

I stood up eagerly to move to my computer.

After searching, I came up with more than forty reports of doctors resigning in the area at that particular time.

Finding this girl was starting to become a frustrating task.

"Siren."

"...mph…"

"Siren!"

Startled, I flew back and fell out of my chair. Vincent, laughing, helped me back up to my feet and apologized.

"Sorry you just looked so peaceful."

"First off, rude. That is what you are. Second, when someone looks peaceful you leave them ALONE. You do not scare the hell out of them." Vincent laughed again while I angrily looked around the room to see I was still in my study.

I must have fallen asleep.

Wait a minute…

"Vincent?" I rubbed my face tiredly in disbelief. "How did you get into my house?"

"I copied your keys when you weren't looking like, a year ago." ,He said in a matter of fact way.

"Vincent, I don't know if you know, but what you are doing right now is called stalking."

"I prefer to call it 'invading Siren's privacy in the most creepy way possible'."

"That doesn't make it sound any better, idiot."

"Now you're being the one whose rude!" He made a mockingly hurt face. "I just wanted to stop by and say hi."

"When it's three in the morning?"

"What? You never complained when I did before."

"When did you…." I shook my head. "Wait, don't answer that,please."

"Just think me as the Sandman visiting you if it makes you feel better." He hummed.

I groaned loudly. "Remind me to change my locks and to never trust you with anything." Then I laughed. Really and honestly I was a little relieved that Vincent came every night if he really even did. It was his weird way of checking up on me and seeing if I hadn't been robbed or anything. He is always paranoid like that.

"Any luck with Diary girl?"

A little thankful for the change in subject, I replied, "Lucy."

"Who?"

"That's what I'm calling her till I find her real name."

"Lucy."

"Yes, Lucy"

"You think I'm weird, but you call a possibly real human by the name of your dead cat."

"Be quiet, besides" I flipped my hand up and visibly shook off his comment. "I have had a bit of progress, but not much. I do know that she is a doctor for instance."

"A doctor writing in a diary?" Vincent smirked. "That's a little strange."

"It seems like it is more like a book or a biography than anything else."

"Then what if none of what you find is fact?" He asked.

"Then all of this would be for nothing and after getting over my supreme depression upon realizing that, I will get the thing published or post it somewhere to at least get some money from this rabbit chase. I picked up the mentioned object and held it closely. "However, I really do hope that it is true."

I just want to meet Ghira.

Well? Like it?

The reason for Ghira not killing… well Lucy in a bloody rage is actually quite simple. Lol he is in Quite the pickle.

A pickle you will learn about later I assure you and then you will under stand his little mini acts of defiance just as you saw here. XD oh and yes I did make up the town name.

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