CHAPTER NANA

Belial instantly crossed her arms to cover her now exposed breasts.

"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" she barked in surprise.

"You said that's what people do, I was helping you."

"THAT'S WHAT GUYS DO, NOT GIRLS!" her face still candy-apple red.

"Ah, sumimasen, I didn't know." Amaimon still had ahold of her shirt.

"G-Give me my shirt back!"

"Why?"

"I'm a girl! I need to cover myself!"

"You are covering yourself…"

"Just gimme the damn shirt!" she snapped. Her brain was frazzled.

He blinked a few times. "…no."

"WHAT?"

"…what?"

"I…I need my shirt. It's unnatural for women to expose themselves to a man they aren't like married to…..or…something…" she peered to the side, her face still smothered in a bright blush.

"It shouldn't matter…I already saw them." Amaimon's facial expressions were non-existent.

Without even thinking Belial spun her body bringing her heel into a hard contact with the left side of Amaimon's face knocking him to the floor. She snatched the shirt and pulled it on quickly before he could even comprehend what the hell just happened. Amaimon sat on the floor, one arm on the couch, the other clasping his face. He wasn't even angry; more shocked than anything because he didn't see that coming. Amaimon didn't, however, like the fact that she kept landing blows on him; that peeved him.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Amaimon found himself yelling at her, but it didn't sound mad, more like embarrassed and frustrated.

"Ahhahahahahaha!" Belial grabbed her chest; she couldn't cease the laughter welling within'. He looked so funny and his reaction was hilarious.

"…it's not funny! Why are you laughing?" Amaimon rose himself from the floor, now standing in front of the girl who was laughing at him.

"Your face looked so funny, ahhahaha, funny..." Her laughter continued.

"I don't like being laughed at, stop it!" he threw his arm out hitting the wall, leaving a huge crack. The whole house shook. Belial's eyes widened and she jerked a slight bit. That both surprised and scared her, but nevertheless, she still couldn't choke back the laughter. Trying to keep her mouth closed to refrain from laughing didn't seem to work, small giggles here and there still made their way from her lips. Amaimon stared at her with an utterly annoyed look.

Still smiling like an idiot because it was too funny she managed an apology. "I-I'm sorry pffft." Belial clasped her hands over her mouth to force herself to stop her girly giggling. Still displeased with her reaction, Amaimon walked past her. He was leaving.

"Aw common Amaimon, don't leave!" He glared at her. "You mad?" Belial gave him a self-satisfied smile.

"You irritate me girl, Aniue told me not to kill you, so I'm leaving for a bit. If you try to escape, I will hunt you down."

"Girl? I have a name you know! It's Belial. So use it would ya?" Amaimon looked at her for a few seconds then turned and walked out the door.

Jeesh, take a chill pill bro. Anger doesn't look good on you. Belial yawned. "Well, that was enough excitement to last me the rest of the year, I'm exhausted. Think I'll take a nap."

The next couple of days went on pretty normal. Belial and Amaimon would talk occasionally, then they'd annoy each other. It was rather a funny sight to see, almost cute in some ways. They even got to the point where they wouldn't argue about every little thing. Were they becoming…friends? Either way, the three days were up, in the morning Belial was going back to the academy; back to her new home. It was night time, around 3 in the morning, they were asleep.

It has been a while since Belial had that nightmare. Ever since she started attending True Cross Academy she hadn't really dreamed of that night. But it was back, the nightmare that haunted her entire childhood. It was back to terrify her into night-terrors, to force her out of a nice slumber. Only, this time it was different; almost like a memory instead of a dream. Belial shot up from the bed clutching her chest, her heart beat running wild. That nightmare flew through her like a vision, everything was clear to her now; she remembered….

Amaimon was the demon who murdered her parents, the only family she knew and had. Forgetting everything, her mind was washed out completely leaving nothing but sheer hatred. Belial grabbed her knife; she was going to kill him. That has been her goal her entire life, and now it had all fallen into her lap so easily. Belial's eyes were glazed over in loathing. Walking out to where Amaimon lay sleeping on the couch she raised her blade, without hesitation brought it down fast; only to have it be stopped abruptly. Amaimon had sensed her presence and grabbed ahold of her wrist just in time to stop himself from being stabbed.

"What are you doing Belial?" She was compelled with hatred. Belial quickly tossed the blade into her free hand and tried slashing him, but Amaimon sprung up and out of the way. Instantly Belial turned her body and went at him again. Amaimon kept dodging Belial's attacks because he didn't want to hurt her, on his brother's orders, but Belial was a highly skilled fighter and moved really fast. Changing her technique she brought her leg up and slammed it into his side. He jolted back and clutched the place where Belial's leg made contact; but she didn't waver immediately charging her blade at him again; this time making contact with Amaimon's flesh. It wasn't that bad, only slicing his forearm but Belial wouldn't let up until she'd killed him. Amaimon was now furious with the girl, his anger taking over him. He didn't want to disobey his brother but her infuriated look provoked him. It has been a while since he'd been able to have some fun, and it appeared she could hold her own. Was she really human?

"Belial you'd calm down if you knew what was goo…"

"SHUT UP! I'LL KILL YOU BASTARD!" He had never heard such anger emanate from a human before, she was completely serious. Had she remembered that it was him who killed her parents? Mephisto said she didn't know it was him, but he didn't know any other reason for her rage; and now he was excited to fight her. Belial threw herself at him swinging her knife at his throat; he just barely avoided the nearly fatal blow, but counterattacked by extending his leg out to strike her. Evading his kick by doing a back handspring she wheeled her body around, her outstretched leg hitting him in the back of the ankles casing him to fall backwards. Of course he didn't stay down for long, springing back up and punching her in the chest. Belial's body went flying backwards and she crashed into the wall causing it to crack. She coughed up blood and gasped air back into her lungs, her ribs ached. Wiping blood off her face Belial slowly stood up still pissed off, discounting the pain she was feeling she spoke in a nefarious tone. "Why did you do it?"
"…do what?" Amaimon smirked at his question even though he knew exactly what she was referring to.

"Why did you murder them?"

"Because it was fun." His mouth curved into a sinful smile, but he was purely toying with the girl now; that answer was a lie. There was a bigger reason as to why he killed them. Infuriated by Amaimon's answer Belial charged at him, her mind clouded with complete hate. Her concentration was blurred by the blind rage causing her reaction time to dissipate. Amaimon clasped his hand around Belial's neck and slammed her into the wall causing her to wince in pain; taking his other hand he pinned her arm down. He didn't want to be stabbed or cut again. Belial glowered at him breathing heavily from their fight. She attempted to bring her knee up and jab it into his gut but he stopped her. Closing the gap between them so she wasn't able to try that again, Amaimon moved closer to her; their bodies now only inches apart. He peered into her eyes with his blank, emotionless gaze. Somehow, it seemed kind of warm. Though Belial was pinned up against the wall by her throat she didn't fear her situation. Staring into his eyes and having him stare back made the heart in her chest speed.

Amaimon spoke in a low voice, anger no longer in his tone. "Now, if I release my hand from your neck, you promise not to attack me again?" The way he expressed that didn't leave her with much of a choice, he had her trapped. Belial may have been able to keep up with him in a fight but he was inevitably stronger than her, she couldn't match his strength. Belial didn't speak. Amaimon freed his grip on her neck taking ahold of her other arm, he didn't want to risk her trying to punch him either. Belial's face began to flush, she didn't like the situation she was in, or the conflicted feelings she was having. She didn't know what to do.

"Let me go." She managed to utter out those words in a low tone, pent up anger still within her voice.

"Why would I do that, so you can try to kill me again?"

"Should I not? You killed my family."

"Ah yes, I did do that; but you must know that I had my reasons."

"WHO CARES? I also have my reasons to kill you!"

Amaimon sighed. "Belial, I can't let you go because I don't want to hurt you." you could almost hear sincerity in his voice.

Belial's face was tinged with pink at what he just told her, she turned her head to the side. She was so upset and confused and she didn't want to look at him. "Stop it! Move!"

"I told you I can't, not until you calm down." Belial let out an irritated growl. "Besides…" Amaimon grabbed Belial's face and made her look at him. "…I kinda like it here." Her face went completely red. She couldn't believe it. Was he coming onto her?

"W-what are you doing?" She stuttered blushing furiously, her heart racing a mile a minute.

"Ah Belial-Chan, that's the wrong question…" He stated pinning both her hands up on the wall. "…the right question is…what are you doing?" He put even less space between them.

"W-what?" Her eyes were wide. Amaimon was continuing to be more and more shocking. He leaned forward making himself eye level with her and whispered into her ear.

"If you really wanted me to stop, you'd make me." Amaimon pressed his lips against hers filling her entire body with unexpected ecstasy. Her mind was rushing extremely fast. She didn't know what to do. Did she really not want him to stop? Belial let herself fall into the kiss and found herself yearning for more. Letting go of his hold on her wrists Amaimon wrapped one arm around her waist and the other wound itself through the hair on the nape of her neck; pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. Neither of them had done anything like this before, but it appeared like second nature to them. Belial wrapped her now free arms around his neck, her body heating up and tingling all over. Amaimon slid his fingers down her spine giving her chills. Instinctively, he got a firm hold on her thighs and raised her up from the ground pinning her against the wall with his body. His form tightly pressed against hers. This erotic feeling of closeness with another being sent a swarm of butterflies through Amaimon, They desired more. Belial unbuttoned his shirt and he stripped her of hers. Carrying her to the only room in the house he tossed her onto the bed, crawling over her. Removing their remaining articles of clothing Amaimon positioned himself at her entrance and then kissed her again. He trailed small kissed down her neck then traced his tongue across her collarbone. Belial let out a small moan which was pleasing to his ears, and wrapped her arms around Amaimon's back. The two of them were eager, not wanting to waste any more time Amaimon thrust himself deep inside her triggering her to moan loudly. Belial dug her nails into his back causing a small amount of blood to trail down; that amount of pain was nothing to him. After the hurt was gone they let themselves sink into a deep sea of pleasure, forgetting about the rest of the world. Right now, only they existed.