Chapter 6
'Demon?' you thought, 'Why...?'
Witch!
'Why is he called...'
She's evil, stay away!
"Why's he called a demon?" you asked the man, no longer looking up but at the ground, causing a shadow to hide your eyes.
She sent a curse; she killed Chiori!
'Is this guy, the so-called "demon", being labeled the same way I have been?'
"His Devil's Handbook," the man explained, "It has information on who-knows-how-many people, their darkest and deepest or most embarrassing secrets; he finds them - no problem - and uses them to his advantage. And he's a genius; he knows exactly how to get what he wants, especially with all the guns he carries around! He's a calculating mastermind, none of his plans, no matter how complicated, have ever failed. And," he continued, "His energy itself sends arctic chills through your body. It could freeze your blood solid!"
'Oh, now I see,' you thought, relieved in a way, 'I was wrong.' you were glad for that, because you'd hate for anyone to go through what you used to.
"Hey!"
Your head snapped up and you looked around a bit.
"You're in the way, Fucking Space Cadet."
You turned to look at whoever it was that had spoken so rudely. You could tell immediately that the guy in front of you now was the "demon" everyone was so afraid of.
"Sorry," you mumbled, stepping backward. You then looked around for the man you'd been speaking to, having realized that he'd suddenly disappeared.
'Geez,' you though to yourself, having spotted him, 'The look on his face makes me feel like I've been left for dead in the middle of battle or something.'
~Back at home~
You'd put the school supplies on the table, grabbed one of your many cookbooks, and began looking for dinner.
"Aah!" you sighed after a whiloe, exhasperated and shutting the book, "Whatever!"
You were feeling to lazy at the moment to do much in the way of cooking, so you decided to make the only thing you didn't need a cookbook for: onigiri.
"Hmm," you mumbled, looking up at the rice cooker, which was on top of the cabinets, "This is gonna be a pain."
As you were scrambling onto the counter to reach the cooker (you didn't have any chairs because you ate on the couch at the coffe table) you prayed for two things not to happen: for the rice cooker to fall and hit your face or for you to fall and hit the floor.
~Time lapse~
After you goit the rice to cooking (with no bruises or broken machinery) you set to work organizing your school bag. Once you had finished, you went into the kitchen to feed Kyuri and make the filling for the onigiri, then sat on the couch and waited for the rice. To pass the time you took out a laser pointer and proceeded to flick the light around on the floor for Kyuri to chase
Sometime later the timer finally went off for the rice, so you put the laser on a shelf and went into the kitchen. Kyuri stood, dumbfounded, in the place where he'd last seen the light and frantically searched for it. After a few moments of his fruitless effort, however, he gave up and flopped down on the spot, exhausted.
~Time lapse~
After you finished dinner and washed all the dishes, you went into your rarely used bedroom and dug around for your alarm clock, which took you a good twenty minutes to find. You then went into the living room and plugged the machine into the outlet that was farthest away from the couch, then set the time. The alarm you set for 5:30 instead of 6:30 because you wanted to get to school early enough to make up for the time you'd probably lose wandering the hallways, hopelessly lost.
'Next,' you thought with a yawn, 'Is the shower.'