Amaimon was smiling wider than ever now that Candy was angry beyond belief. The color of her iris' were fading, turning into a light silver. "Hooray! Now the fun can really begin!" He cheered, dancing around on the roof of the building.

"Damn bastard!" Candy yelled, the silken ribbon falling from the blade. Amaimon expect it to flutter off with the wind, but it hovered there, a foot off the ground. He didn't know much about silk but he was sure it should be on the ground now. Instead, it floated up from the ground, the entire twelve foot length forming a loose spiral around her body from head to foot.

"Well, that's new! What kind of game is this?"

"FUCK YOU!" Candy raged, sprinting at him, naginata raised, ready to deliver a blow to this guys torso. Amaimon laughed and jumped out of the way.

"What kind of human are you? Even Big Brothers not this fun!" Amaimon asked, spinning out of the way as the blade crashed down, shattering the concrete. Candy stood there as the dust settled. Her breathe still hitching as she glared at Amaimon out of the corner of her eye. "You can't be that made, can you? I was only curious."

Candy growled, pulling her weapon from the cement, pointing the tip at the demon. Amaimon smirked. A young Exorcist, huh? This was going to be FUN! The girl stood straight, holding Eri tightly, her eyes wide and twitching in rage, her lips pulled back over her teeth like a wild animal. "I'll send you straight to hell." She said, her voice laced in poison as a whit eglow emanated from her skin.

"Who are you?" Amaimon asked, leaning forward, tilting his head to the side.

"I protect those that are not contaminated by the blood. To destroy the devil of hell. I rid them from the pure light of the world. I expel them into the shadows." Candy recited, cracking her neck. Amaimon stared at her, eyes wide before a sick smile spread across his face.

"A member of the old blood-line, I see? Well, let's see if the rumors are true!" Amaimon charged Candy, fists raised and ready for a fight.

Candy only smirked and swung her weapon behind her, bringing the blade at an angle he wasn't expecting. Amaimon bent his body, the blade gliding across his torso, but narrowly missing anything vital. He doe past her, and everything seemed to be in slow motion.

Her eyes, as deadly as a bullet, glared holes in him as he went past.

Her teeth were still bared like an animals that had been backed into a corner.

Her hair had fallen loose around her shoulders now, and flowed wildly with her movements.

Amaimon thought she looked absolutely ravishing like this.

She was growling out something that Amaimon couldn't understand. He flipped in the air when he was safe from the blade and turned back to her. "What did you say?" He asked, cupping a hand around his ear.

Candy didn't answer him. Instead, she ran forward, naginata held at the ready

Above them, Mephisto sat on his comfortable arm chair as he watched his younger brother fight the new student. Such power this girl had. He knew there was a reason he had chosen her as a new cram school student. Amaimon wasn't able to land a hit, and neither was she.

Strange. A descendent of the Akuma clan couldn't kill a demon that was this close to her? So sad. It seems she hadn't been taught well at the monastery. Mephisto picked up a cup of tea floating next to him and sipped it happily, watching as Clawdette made another swipe at Amaimon, who simply leaned back, head nearly touching the ground.

Clawdette Akuma.

She's make an excellent exorcist when he was done with her.

"Hold still and go to hell!" She screamed, managing to land a hit on his arm. Amaimon screamed in pain as the blade sliced at his muscles, narrowly missing his bone. The blade burned him like it had been held in a fire for a whole week. That wasn't any ordinary naginata. That was the Akuma blade.

The Demon Blade.

Amaimon glared at her now. Eyes burning with hatred at this human who had managed to harm him. She wasn't fun anymore. Now he just wanted her on the ground, screaming in pain as he snapped every bone in her small body.

Candy only smirked at him (or was it a sick sneer?) as she swiped the blade at his neck.

This was becoming troublesome indeed. Mephisto thought, letting the cup of tea float in the air. The Demon Blade had a will of its own, which it used to control its masters mind and movements. This blade must be very thirsty for demons blood if it was controlling it like this.

Every punch, every kick and every slice Amaimon tried to land on her was blocked, not only by the weapon, but the silken ribbon that spiraled around her. The ribbon acted as another body, moving fast enough around her to block the attacks Amaimon sent at her.

Mephisto chuckled to himself. He'd dreamed of the day he's finally see this weapon in all its glory.

Mephisto strolled through the burning remains of a lone house in the country. The wilderness around the home was untouched by the horrors it held, safe for the blood on the emerald grass. The sun was just peeking over the mountains, giving everything a strange yellow glow.

On the lawn lay a woman, perhaps in her thirties. Mephisto stopped and looked down at her. She had dark purple hair, nearly violet. Her eyes, which were opened in shock, glazed over the beautiful green orbs of her iris'. Mephisto 'tutted', shaking his head. Her throat was bruised badly, but that was not what had killed her. What had killed her was a demon stabbing his way into her chest from behind, ripping her heart out. There was a large hole between her fully breasts where it should have been. Had she been on her side Mephisto was sure you'd be able to see straight through.

What caught his attention most about the woman was her stomach. He had known many female exorcists who had conceived children, and he knew what happened to their bodies. Her stomach held the tell tale lines of stretch marks, perhaps they would never have faded if she had lived. Laying across her stomach was a blanket. Not a full sized, but merely three feet by three feet. It was weeved wool with delicate balloon patterns and a silken edge.

A baby blanket.

"Was there a child here?" Mephisto asked one of the exorcist who had accompanied him.

"Yes, sir. It was born 3 weeks ago, but we haven't found any trace of it." The man told him, standing straight. Mephisto turned away from him and gently picked up the blanket. It wafted the scent of baby to his nose. A kind of mixture of baby powder and a gentle sea breeze.

"Was it male?" He asked, seeing the balloons were blue in color.

"No, it was a little girl, Clawdette."

"Clawdette? Such a beautiful name! I do hope she's safe…" Mephisto said, more to himself than anyone else. The purple haired demon walked on. The house was now only cinders and a few support beams. Nearer to the house he saw a male. His hair was white, though it had few traces of blue in his wintery locks.

"The father, sir, Niko Akuma. The female was Milly Akuma." A second exorcist said as Mephisto surveyed the land. There were few footprints, since him and these three exorcists were first to arrive, but he noticed a pair out of the rest. These ones bigger and more far spread. They went from the house, to the father, then to the mother. Mephisto watched these, copying the steps a few feet away.

He walked to the woman….knelt down? Yes, only half the foot is seen and the holes are deeper. The demons was not used to the cold, he could tell, the prints were uneven and the demon may have been shifting his weight continuously.

A thought occurred to the demon who stood quickly. "Was the infant baptized?"

"We don't know, sir."

Mephisto looked back down, seeing the prints were now farther apart as they left the corpse of the woman. He was running….with the baby. "See where those tracks lead." Mephisto told one of the men. They hesitated before one stepped forward and ran after the prints.

Why did a demon take a baby? If it wasn't baptized then the small child would be eaten for sure, or sacrificed. But if it was…and so freshly, it should still be safe.

Clawdette Akuma.

"You have your fathers eyes, dear girl." Mephisto whispered to himself, removing his hat. "You are a perfect blend of the two. How amazing your powers will be when you have some more…intensive training."

Amaimon had suffered several cuts from this girl now, all to his arms and legs. How dare she harm this body! This was his favorite!

"Brother, dear, I'm sorry to cut this short but I must speak with Clawdette now!" Mephisto called down to them. "Eins, zwei, drei!" Mephisto counted, tapping his hat with his cane. Amaimon groaned, not again…

Candy glanced between the two of them, wondering which one to attack. As she looked, a large cuckoo clock appeared from the older demons hat, making her falter.

The fuck?

The clock opened and a happy looking pink bird popped out, heading straight for Amaimon, who was frozen in shock before it grabbed him in his beak, pulling him into the clock and into the hat.

"You can calm down, dear. He won't bother you anymore." Mephisto said, gently stepping down from his chair and floating to the young girl.

"Demon." Candy hissed at him.

"Yes, dear, I am a demon, but I mean no harm to you. Please, put your weapon down." Mephisto said. Candy merely growled and lowered herself into a crouch. "No harm will come to you, in exchange for your cooperation, Clawdette."

Candy's pupils pulsed at the name, like something was trying to get out. "Don't call me that!" She bellowed, sprinting at the demon before her. Mephisto sighed like he was exhausted and stepped to the side, narrowly missing her blade as she ran passed him.

"Do forgive me." He said, pressing a finger to the base of her neck. Candy's limbs stopped moving, causing her to crash onto the ground, her naginata clattering away from her hands. The ribbon that had been fluttering around her fell with her, now becoming limp like her. He waved his hand at it, causing both the naginata and ribbon to rise and the ribbon to wrap around the blade. Once it was secure, Candy's body fully relaxed as the will of the weapon was broken. "We'll need to work on your control, but that shouldn't be a problem."

Candy rolled over and curled up on her soft bed, smelling the fresh cleaned scent of the covers.

Covers?

Bed?

Candy shot up, looking around at her surroundings. She was in her dorm room? When did that happen? What the hell happened? Candy groaned and rubbed her head, feeling a slight headache.

Okay, let's go over what happened.

1: She was running to school.

2: She got her papers signed

3: Amaimon was showing her the way to her dorm he was started to run.

4: Amaimon jumped through the window

5: Amaimon grabbed her boob –

HE GRABBED MY BOOB?!

Candy growled, yep, that's what happened. He had asked her what they were for…he said he saw her undress…then what?

Candy drew a blank. All she remembered was screaming at him…a bright light…and something telling her what to do…

Candy pondered on this for nearly a whole hour, eventually taking to banging her head against the wall after only five minutes. Her headache had amazingly left her after she had begun this.

What *THUD* happened *THUD* after *thud* that? *THUD*

As she continued to knock her head on the wall, she failed to notice there was another knocking coming from her door. She paused banging her head long enough to grab her water bottle of tea from her bag. The knocking came again, this time she heard it. Candy stared at the door for a moment, making sure it was coming from the door. It was. "One sec!" Candy called, jumping out of bed and checking herself in the mirror before heading to the door. "Can I help…you?" She asked, shocked to see no one was there. Looking down both halls, she saw no one was anywhere near her room, and there wasn't a package or anything.

Puffy out her cheeks she slammed the door shut and turned to her bed.

"Why do females carry such strange things in their bags?"

"Yes, sir, the girl was raised by a priest in a monastery not far from the attack."

"And you didn't think it valuable knowledge to tell me?"

"We didn't think you would be very interested."

"Of course I'd be interested! One of the most powerful exorcist families wiped out in one night and the only surviving child is nowhere to be found? I thought for sure she was killed!"

"My apologies, sir." Mephiles hung up without another word. So the family wasn't dead, that was slightly good to know. But after seeing what she could do he was starting to worry. The Akuma clan had always trained the next generation themselves, to prepare them for the Akuma blade. But little Clawdette had received no such training. She was unaccustomed to its power and that could end up VERY bad for him.

She'd lost valuable years growing up in the monastery, he didn't know how long he would have to fix it.

"GET OUT!" Candy screamed, her face growing red.

"Don't be so rude, I was waiting out there for forever and a half, don't you know anything about hospitality?" Amaimon asked. He was sitting cross-legged on her bed with the items of her backpack strewed around him. He was holding a compact in his hand, inspecting the hard poweder balls inside it. "Are these candy?" he asked, plucking one of the balls out and plopping it in his mouth. His face immediately twisted in disgust as he spit it out, rubbing his tongue wildly.

"It's blush, you perv! I use it to make my face prettier!" Candy scolded, snatching the compact away from him and throwing it back in her bag. "Now leave, I need to organize my room. She continued, throwing the miscellaneous items in her bag. Amaimon only sat there watching her. She had a knee on the bed and was bent over slightly, trying to collect everything.

"Do you have candy? Big brother want give me any."

"No, I don't have any candy. Not for YOU at least." Candy growled. She was leaning down further to get her mascara. Amaimon studied her body as she did so. Long legs, slightly pale skin

"If you're angry, I'm sorry. I was only curious about females."

"Get a girlfriend, then!" Candy said, bending herself around him to grab her comb and brush.

"What's a girlfriend?" Amaimon asked, looking over his shoulder at her face.

"Someone you date. And before you ask, dating is when two people have strong feelings for one another and do stuff together."

"What kind of stuff?" Amaimon asked as Candy sat in front of him and zipped her bag up. Candy groaned in exasperation.

"I don't know…sexual things?" She said, getting off the bed and going to the desk.

"What's sexual?"

Candy stomped her foot five times before facing him.

"Touching one another in places no one else can. Like how you grabbed me." Candy said, her voice low but deadly.

"So are we dating?" Amaimon asked, a smile on his lips as he turned to her fully.

"What?! No!"

"Do you have strong feelings for me?"

"Only of hatred." Candy said, looking out of the window.

"Well, that's a strong feeling, and I have a strong feeling of curiosity for you, and I've touched you, and we're together. We're dating." Amaimon smiled to himself. He had a habit of deduction, often playing with words to get his way.

Candy was sputter now, trying together her words out with saying something he could use against her. "n-no we're not! People who are dating kiss and stuff!" Without a word, Amaimon rose from the bed, stalking towards her.

"Kissing?"

"Lip to lip contact, or lip to cheek!" Candy groaned, grabbing a handful of her hair to keep from hitting him. Amaimon was on her in seconds; lunging at her and knocking her to the ground, placing his lips firmly on her and latching a hand on her breast.

"No we're dating." He said, pulling away from her. Candy only laid there, staring at him in shock, heart pounding. He loomed over her, bending over some. "I'll come by later and we can play some more, okay?" Before she could respond he jumped over her limp body onto the desk and out the window.