PLEASE DON'T KILL ME TOO BRUTALLY?
Ira: *revs chainsaw*
A/N at the end, since I've kept you all waiting long enough.
"Good morning!" Shiemi called out to the guards at either side of the school gate. "Cutting it a little late today Shiemi!" one of them called out good naturedly, as she continued her attempt at a sprint out onto the bridge and towards the main school grounds, trying to be mindful of the bag at her side, and the tiny hamster inside it.
Amai, on the other hand, was just trying not to die. Curled in an outside pocket in a pseudo-bed-nest of sorts, while the bag swung back and forth, slamming against Shiemi's thighs and jolting his tiny furry body, aggravating his still healing injuries. In fact, he's pretty sure that all of his ribs have been cracked at least twice so far in this deathly rollercoaster, including those of his that had already been cracked before she took him in. He winced and continued biting his tiny little cheeks, trying not to squeak too loudly, mentally cursing himself to the very deepest pits of hell (regardless of the fact he'd already been there, repeatedly) for ever letting himself be found and taken in by this squeaky, obnoxious girl, even if she was kind of nice and smelled like flowers and was surprisingly good at tending his injuries.
Even if she had a pretty, albeit somewhat naïve smile. And shiny hair that fanned out like silk and pale, creamy skin and was so tiny and fragile that he felt like she'd break if he were actually hold her in his true form. He jerked himself out of his thoughts, realizing how atrociously disgusting they'd become when he hadn't been paying attention. To make up for it, he conjured images of fingernails skewering eyeballs, hard, pointed shoes puncturing vulnerable chests. Rivers of blood, severed limbs, delicious torture methods. It placated him enough so he could curl back into his pile of hand kerchiefs and nibble on one of the almonds Shiemi had slipped him before they'd left.
It took another handful of minutes before Shiemi slowed to a walk, having finally made her way to the inner hallways. A thought suddenly struck Amai, the impact nearly making him shrink. He knew she was an exorcist in training, and was obviously very mentally weak, for not sensing such a foreboding presence as himself. The guards hadn't detected him due to the distance and how muted Amai's presence was in this form, but any exorcist worth his salt would easily detect him in such a small area as a classroom. He squeaked loudly "Oi!" Shiemi slowed her stride and peered down at the bag at her side. "Amai kun? What's wrong?" He poked his head out of the side pocket and craned his neck to face her. "I don't think I'd be able to stay comfortably in the classroom." He deadpanned. Shiemi cocked her head "Eh? Why?" He blinked his purple eyes "Too much noise and crowd. How about you just leave me in some school park, or something." Shiemi bit her lip and glanced to the side, wavering between the ideas. "…A-ah… well, I suppose that's okay… But I don't think I have enough time to take you there." She looked legitimately disappointed that she didn't have enough time to walk with him. "It's fine. I can walk." "o-oh. Okay." She focused her eyes on the floor, downcast for some reason that couldn't understand in the least but it still nawed at him for some reason, her looking downcast due to something he'd said. So he piped up "You can find me at break or whatever. You packed both of us a lunch, remember?"
The difference was startling, over something so simple that he'd said. She perked up, eyes sparkling once more. "Okay! I'll see you then, Amai-kun~!" She smiled down at him as she gingerly lifted him out of his nest and onto the paved sidewalk. "The school's central garden is just down the sidewalk, to the left. I'll meet you there after class?" He blinked arching his tiny limbs a bit as he grew accustomed to the ground once more. "I suppose." His almost bored, high-pitched monotone piped up, before she straightened from her crouched position, dusted off her skirt, and with a sparkling smile and wave, resumed her running off to class.
Amaimon spared himself a full minute to watch her retreating form, purple eyes blinking blankly. Once she turned the corner down to the main class rooms, he took a deep (albeit squeaky) breath, and scampered down the sidewalk, in the exact opposite direction of Shiemi's instructions. He had plans to execute.
When Shiemi finally reaches the classroom door, her breathing is labored, coming out in quick pants and gasps. She leans over slightly as she opens the door, catching her breath. "S-sorry for the wait!" She calls out meekly, casting a wary glance at the clock on the far wall. "Good morning, Shiemi-san. I ask that in the future, you please try to be more mindful of the time?" Yukimura adjusted his glasses as he turned from his position at the blackboard, giving her what might've been a stern glance, if not for his eyes, that never really looked anything other then kind. "Y-yes. Sorry, sensei." She bowed her head slightly, cheeks flushing, as she made her way to her desk.
Rin leans over as she sets her bag down. "Why were you so late?" He cocked his head, curiosity evident in his eyes. "Ah, no real reason! The time just sort of got away from me," She scratched the side of her head, still blushing as she dug out her kuma pencil from the depths of her bag. He laughed good naturedly "Ehh, that's not like you~" He trailed off as he glanced downwards "Usually I'm the one whose late. . ." A hand promptly thumped Rin on the head. "Okumura-San, please pay attention." Yuki adjusted his glasses again, before resuming his reading of their current text book, discussing the Demonic Family. Shiemi started zoning out slightly, hands taking notes as her eyes glazed over, wondering about Amai-kun, and how he was faring on campus.
Amaimon stared up, craning his tiny neck, and internally cursing this infernal contraption to the very depths of hell (With which he was quite acquainted with). They stared back at him, rounded circles shining with a sardonic glee. Words failed to express how badly he wanted to dismantle these stupid elevator buttons. He seethed quietly, waves of hate and frustration rolling off of his tiny, furry form. His brother's office was on the 42nd floor. How in Gehenna would he get there when the 42nd button was 3 feet above him? He gritted his tiny teeth, growling in a depressingly unimpressive way. It was a semi-miracle that he'd even be able to get into this elevator in the first place, not only with the inconvenience of his tiny form, and his wounds, but now these pathetic buttons dare prevent him from his goal? It was with self-control he didn't think possible that he didn't rip apart the Satan-forsaken elevator with his teeth alone.
Suddenly, the elevator starts moving upwards. For a split, satisfying second, Amai thinks that perhaps the sheer force of his thoughts alone has convinced the damn thing to move, but then he realizes that none of the buttons are illuminated.
Someone has called the elevator.
Realizing this whole idiotic campus is bursting at the seams with excorcists, and that his tiny, rodent form is oozing with demonic vibes at the moment, Amaimon promptly quenches his thoughts. Think happy thoughts, he muses. Beheading. Bloody fingers. Wide, unseeing eyes. He can't help but let out a tiny squeak of happiness (stupid instincts, making him act like an idiotic animal) before he frowns at his own antics, and curls into a ball in the corner of the elevator, in hopes that he'll simply blend into the carpeting, lest someone like Shiemi boards, and decides to keep him.
A bell dings overhead.
With an oddly foreboding CLUNK, the elevator pauses, and the door slowly slides open. Leaving Amaimon to blink vacantly at the sight before him.
Ha ha ha I'm a terrible person ; 7 ;
*murdered ruthlessly*
So um, I won't even attempt to redeem myself for making you guys wait for an absurd number of months. Hopefully, I'll be able to update all of my fics more often. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this, and that you don't rip me limb from limb? ; v ;)/