CHAPTER ROKU

Belial just stood there for a moment baffled, not knowing whether she should obey Amaimon or make a break for it. Knowing her, as rebellious as she was, she tried to run. Bringing her arm down hard she hit Amaimons' where the bend is giving her leeway to get out the door. That was unexpected and really pissed him off, but he was ordered by his brother not to kill her. However, Mephisto did say that he didn't care if she got hurt a little… Before Belial could make it out of the living room he had grabbed onto her wrist but aware that he was trying to stop her she swung her leg back and kicked him in the side. The sudden impact and actually feeling pain shocked him a bit. With one hand still tightly ahold of her wrist he grabbed his now aching side with the other. Belial was irritated. With her free hand she took a swing at his face, he dodged but inevitably let go of her. Forgetting her desire to break free of her "prison" she turned to face the demon. She was enraged to high Hell and wanted nothing more than to kick the shit out of the man in front of her. She didn't like how he grabbed her, it pissed her off; and she didn't like that he was keeping her there under someone's order. The whole situation she was in vexed her, and she has had enough. Amaimon was also angry. Both upset that she actually hurt him and annoyed that he couldn't just kill her. Not to mention she literally tried to punch him and obviously wanted to fight. Did she really know who she was dealing with? He though. Amaimon knew that it was harder for him to control himself when he was angry, so he tried to calm down. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to relax his growing rage. Why does aniue care so much for these humans? And why couldn't he get someone else to do this job, this girl's such a pain…Belial noticed he was trying to stay calm, and most likely didn't want to fight her; so she relaxed her tensed muscles, but she stayed on edge. Belial stood there in silence contemplating what she should do next. What's this guy's deal? Should I apologize? I did kick him really hard…and got pretty mad at him…but he's keeping me here like a hostage. I wish I could control my rage. Ugh, thinking too much like this is so bothersome, I'm getting a headache. Amaimon stared at the girl before him, he too was silent. He couldn't think of anything to say that sounded right for the situation, and this bothered him. He was feeling an emotion he'd never sensed before, he couldn't explain it, but it made him feel really uncomfortable. Amaimon turned to walk away figuring not saying anything was his best action to take, after all, his words angered her before; but a small voice stopped him.

"S…sorry." Belial's voice was shallow, but sincere. She wasn't good at apologizing especially when she had to mean it.
"…" Amaimon turned his head to look at her.
Belial changed her view from him to the floor, and then she noticed she hadn't been wearing any pants. Her face lit up cherry red. OH MY GOD! You can't be serious. Why don't I have pants on? Oh yeah, he changed me, probably didn't have any pant…Realizing what she just thought, her face grew even redder, if that's possible.

Amaimon's voice shattered her thoughts once again. "You ok?"

Refraining from looking at him she responded. "Just peachy."

"Peachy?"

Belial shrouded her face under her hands; she couldn't stop blushing for the life of her. AW CRAP! Why is this happening? I feel so awkward, I hate human emotions…or maybe this is a hormonal thing? An imaginary arrow just stabbed her in the head. What's wrong with me? At that point Belial couldn't bear to stay standing there with him. She ran past Amaimon into the bedroom and slammed the door. She also locked it just to be safe. Amaimon was utterly confused by her abrupt action. He didn't really like her, she annoyed him, but he felt he should say something to her non-the-less. He brought his hand up to tap on the door. "Hello, girl, are you alright?" he sensed that always asking her if she was ok didn't seem right, but he didn't exactly know what else to say. Amaimon didn't understand the right ways and wrong ways to talk to humans; even though he was really overthinking it.

"Please go away, I'm fine."

"…there anything you need?"

After a short pause Belial let out a loud yet un-angered answer. "PANTS!"

"Pants…." He thought aloud. "Isn't there some in the room with you, in the dresser?"

Belial walked over to the dresser and peered in. Sure enough, it was full of clothes. You can't be serious…I could have put something else on before I left! Damn my luck. After picking out something to wear she moved over to the door, but hesitated to turn the knob. Belial wanted to leave the room but wasn't sure how to face the demon on the other side. She had already tried to fight him; he just annoyed her ever so much, not to mention he saw her at her most vulnerable. Her stomach growled. In the silence it sounded more like a lion's roar. I'm starving she thought. I have to eat something…Belial opened the door to see Amaimon sitting on the couch staring at her. Does he really have to do that? Really? It's so creepy…..

"…hi…" Belial brought her face to a weak, sad excuse for a smile trying to assure him she wasn't angry. He seemed to genuinely care if she was alright…but then again… "What do we have to eat here?" After saying that she instantly thought dammit, I should have said what is there to eat. The way I said it sounded weird…sigh, oh well, it can't be helped now… she waited for his answer.

"Food."

Seriously…. "What kind of food." She was moderately annoyed by Amaimons response.

"All kinds."

"…"

"…what?"

"….never mind." the more he talked, the more she thought he was an idiot. "I'll go look for myself."

After her stomach thanked her for feeding it Belial made her way to the living room and sat down on the couch. Amaimon had left the cabin during her food adventures and he still wasn't back or visible anyways.

"Should I try and leave?" Belial was thinking out loud again, but this time it was alright because no one was around.
"Not a good idea." Amaimon has a problem breaking her silence at the worst times.

WHERE DID HE COME FROM? D:

It was a rather hot day out. Belial went back into the room to try and find something cooler to put on since she was wearing a hoody. Leaving the room and making her way back to the couch she noticed Amaimon was wearing an awful lot of layers.
"Aren't you hot?" She asked him.

"What?"

"It's like 90 degrees out and you're wearing all that. Aren't you dying in them?"

"Dying? I don't think I'm dying. Nothing has happened to me."

Belial mental face palmed. "No I mean like hot? Aren't you hot wearing all that stuff…because it's a hot day?"

"Not really, should I be?"

"…"

Amaimon looked at her strangely trying to comprehend why he should be hot. He noticed she was wearing shorts, a white T-Shirt, and tried to pull her long hair up out of her face. She also was sweating a little and seemed slightly miserable. Hot…am I hot? He looked down at his clothes. Should I not be wearing all of this? Amaimon contemplated for a bit but eventually he took off his coat, looking at Belial as if trying to get confirmation that that's what she wanted him to do.
"What?" Belial sat on the couch fanning herself with a piece of cardboard she found. "Hey, isn't there like a fan or something here?"

"A fan?"

She let out a sigh. "Never mind, I'll look." She got up off the couch to look for a fan, all the while waving the cardboard at her face to get air. As Belial walked by him he watched her, then looked at himself again. Am I…hot? He really didn't understand. I'm not cold though….he decided to take off his vest, tie, and shirt as well laying them on a chair. Belial walked back into the room where amaimon was now standing shirtless, glancing around for a fan.

"Hey, can you help me lo…" …ok for a fan holy shit he's got a nice body! Belial's face was so red it was glowing. Amaimon cocked his head and looked at her.

"Is this better?" he asked.

"w-what?"

"This is what people do when they're hot right?"

Yeah..heh heh…hot…. Belial tuned around not wanting to look at him. "Uhm…yeah…"

"I see…then I'll help you." Belial felt Amaimon's hands go up her shirt and lift it off her. The way his nails went across her sides sent a shivering chill down her spine. If a person could blush so bad their face would melt, she was definitely doing it. Belial was completely embarrassed, and she wasn't wearing a bra because there weren't any there that fit her. At that moment she was thanking Kami her back was to him and not her front.