And so, I return, much earlier than before. Let´s get to the reviews!
Anon: Still refrain from commenting. And thanks for the compliment! I do try to make him look far more harmless once he hears about food. It gives him a weakness of sorts, which is important, seeing as the bugger is OP as nobs.
ultima-owner: It sure is. And she knows it.
Anon(again): …yeah. I hate touch screen too. Especially if it reacts without being fucking touched. Thank you Samsung.
Well then, I won´t keep you any longer! I´ll see you at the end of the chapter, with my new imaginary girlfriend! YEAH, I GOT ONE. GET ON MY LEVEL, BITCHES. HAHAHAHA!
Rider woke up rather late the next morning. He looked out of his window, which was positioned on the wall opposite of his bed. The sky was completely grey, and he could hear the drops falling onto the glass, though the space between the sounds made him conclude that it was only drizzling a bit, barely as rain. Slowly, he sat up, and looked over his room. He was too tired to look at it in detail yesterday, seeing as when he ate dinner, which was provided by a random teenager yesterday, his roommate forced him to watch the show she starred in. And while he had to admit that her acting was leagues beyond her ability to cook, that didn´t mean he was willing to watch three seasons in one night. Unless, of course, he was threatened with homemade eggs and bacon. That got him on board pretty quickly.
Though he did wonder why that teenager was so red in the face when the door was opened. Either it was because of Serafall´s attire, or he misunderstood when he saw Rider, thinking he was the girl´s boyfriend. And though Rider had to admit that she was good-looking, there was no way in hell he´d consider dating her. For one, she couldn´t cook. And while he wasn´t one to say that women belonged in the kitchen, he was one to know his own bounds. He wished that at least one in the relationship could cook, and he definitely couldn´t. And he honestly had to say that the pizza, while tasty, would taste better if made at home.
But that was irrelevant right now. He yawned as he took a closer look at his new home. It was nice and tidy, thankfully, so the devil had cleaned up quite well. Next to his bed, which sat right next to the door, stood his closet. He´d take a look inside it later, and so he took in the rest of his room. There was a desk beneath the window, which offered a view over the street below. The sounds of cars could be heard, though they were few of them, and there were so far between that there might as well have been none. The desk itself was small. Made of white wood, and had a laptop placed on top of it, though it took barely any space. He could easily fit four of those on top of it if he so wished.
Next to the desk stood two large bookshelves, filled to the brim with, well, books. He looked more closely, and found that the one next to the desk contained books that appeared to be more of the kind scholars would read, judging from the leather that they were bound in. He walked over and picked one out at random. He opened it, and in the front was a picture of a young man, probably around thirty years old. Below it was his name, which took him a while to decipher. It was Rousseau. He only managed to find it out with the help of the convenient dictionary in the same shelf. Turns out that the Gremorys thought of everything. The title, after a quick check, was deciphered as ´Émile où de l´éducation´. Or, in a language he understood, ´Emil or on education´. He would read this later. He won´t need it, but it sounds quite interesting. Especially since according to the date beneath his portrait, this guy lived around 400 years ago.
He placed it back into the shelf, and turned to the other one, and found a familiar sight. This one contained books similar to the one in the mansion back during training. In fact, once he got a better look, he found it to contain the exact same books as said shelf. It probably even was the exact same one. They literally dragged that thing all the way over here? Oh, wait. Magic. That kind of made it easy, didn´t it?
Well, it was nice to know he could read manga whenever he wanted to now, but he focused on a bigger issue. His growling stomach. He strolled over to the door, and opened it. He took a deep breath, and sighed in relief when he couldn´t smell anything. No horrible cooking to deal with. Excellent. He entered the hallway, and checked his surroundings. On one end was a glass door behind which he recognized the living room, on the other was the entrance to his new home. Right in front of him was a room that had a pink bow on it. It wasn´t hard to guess who´s room it was.
He closed his door and went into the living room, taking notice of the light snoring as he opened the door. He peeked over the couch, and there was his roommate, sprawled over HIS COUCH. His slight rage was calmed immediately though, as he noticed that her clothing had shifted during her sleep, which made her look quite indecent. Quickly, Rider looked away, and went back into his room. He picked up his blanket, and ran back to throw it over her. Sighing, he scratched his head. He was just glad Instinct was still ´asleep´, however that worked. He turned around, and found that the kitchen was behind a counter of sorts, to the side of the couch.
He took a look over the counter, and found a small table with a few chairs around it in the middle of the room. The surrounding area was mainly occupied by a stove, an oven, and a bunch of cupboards. He quickly walked into the small room, and noticed a small note on the table. He picked it up, and on it, in a overly cute writing, the following was written:
"Hey, we´re in need of some bread. Please pick some up at the bakery. It´s right around the corner, and there´s a map on the back of this note. Just tell them it´s the one that Levia-tan usually orders, and you´ll be fine. And you better hurry up! I really don´t want to work on an empty stomach. Now, get going! I really want to have breakfast as soon as I wake up!"
After the last sentence, a big, golden-coloured star was drawn on the note. Sighing, Rider folded it and went back to his room. Before he left, he threw the sleeping devil a dirty look. He´d get her back for this. Someday. He went back to his room, and opened the closet. There were suits. Many, many suits. Some blue, some red, some black, some white, and was that one camouflaged? The selection was huge, and yet he found the variety lacking. Perhaps because he isn´t an accountant. He wanted something a little different than just suits. He groaned, and checked the trouser compartment on the bottom. Thankfully, there were some more normal things, similar to what his students wore when they first met. There were some nice, azure jeans which he decided were good enough for the task at hand.
After he put them on and thanking the Majestic Crab deities that they had the right size, he picked up his jacket from the floor, and put it on. It was quite comfy. He should wear it more often. He went into the hallway, and put the note into his pocket. He would need it later. Right in front of the door, was a small alcove where some shoes were placed, a mirror gracing the wall. He found a pair of shoes that was to his liking, and he slipped his feet in, not having to tie any laces due to the lack of them. He looked at himself in the mirror. He could somewhat pass as a human, and he didn´t look half bad, if he did say so himself.
He opened the door, and noticed the keys in the keyhole. He pulled them out, and got out, closing the door behind him. He locked it, and put the keys in his pocket. He then descended the stairs, one at a time. After a few floors, he took notice of a sweeping sound that got louder the more he descended. Once he arrived at the bottom, he saw the source. It was the old lady from the day before, sweeping the entrance to the building. She sighed as she swept, seemingly tired. He decided that he might as well greet her, so he walked up behind her and lightly tapped her shoulder, making her jump up in surprise.
"Goodness me! Don´t scare me like that! Hold on, I don´t believe I´ve seen you before. Who are you?" she exclaimed in rapid succession, rendering Rider speechless. He shrugged it off quickly though and handed her the note in his pocket. After reading it, the lady looked at him, scrutinizing him closely. "So, you´re the one who that girl was waiting for, hm?" her gaze became even harder. "I do hope that you are more restrained than her." Rider nodded, making her expression soften and she handed him the note.
"Well, that´s good. I think I should introduce myself. My name is Furukawa Kaiya. You can just call me Kaiya-san, though, I don´t really mind. As the landlord of this complex, I welcome you here. I do hope you enjoy your life here." She sighed wistfully. "Even though right now, there are only three people living here. And one of them is your annoying roommate. Actually, what IS your relationship? I do hope I won´t hear her moan all too loud now." Kaiya wiggled her eyebrows with a grin. Rider just blinked before shaking his head slowly. He pointed up, and then made an annoyed expression, making Kaiya´s eyes widen, before tearing up.
"Finally…someone who sees past her youth and cute exterior and sees her for what she truly is…! We´ll get along just fine, I just know it." She wiped away her tears before looking at him questioningly. "By the way, you don´t seem to talk much. If you don´t mind me asking, are you by chance incapable of talking?" She inquired, and Rider nodded, making her gaze fall to the floor. "I see. I´m terribly sorry. But you know, look on the bright side of life. Because you can´t talk, we´ll get along swimmingly!" she smiled. She then looked at her wristwatch.
"I shouldn´t be keeping you. The bakery closes soon." Rider´s eyes widened. No. Then there would be no breakfast. He would not have it. Noticing his panic, Kaiya giggled, and pointed down the road. "Just head that way. The bakery is right around the corner. Literally. Go on, now. Wouldn´t want to be the reason for you not getting lucky tonight, eh?" Her teasing grin was replaced with hearty laughter when he bowed in gratitude and took off. Oh, the next few weeks would be fun. She just knew it. With renewed vigour, she swept the sidewalk.
Rider ran, he ran like never before. He arrived at the corner in the blink of an eye, and turned around it, and in that moment, he lost hope. He saw a bearded man close up the store with ´Bakery´ written on a sign on it. He charged toward it, and he was there in the blink of an eye. He patted the man on the shoulder, making him turn around.
"Sorry sir, the bakery´s closed. Come back tomorrow." Rider ignored this, and took out the note Serafall wrote, and handed it to the man. He took it, and with widened eyes and a smile, he opened it again. "Alright. I do owe Levia-tan a favour. I´ll go get your bread. Oh, and don´t bother paying. I´ll put it on her tab." He entered the store, and came out with two bags, which Rider eagerly took. "You know, when you showed up, I kinda knew you were the one she told me about." Rider raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah, she told me her roommate would pick up the bread today, and they wouldn't talk much. I would recognize them by the weird hair. You fit the bill." Oh, did he now? He´d have a word with that brat later.
"Oh, my name is Furukawa Ichiro, by the way. And yes, I am the son of your landlord. And though I don´t live around here, I still visit my mother quite often. It´s how I met Levia-tan, actually. She has quite the presence, if you know what I mean." Rider nodded. He understood perfectly. Once she enters a room, all eyes are glued to her. No matter who you are, you´ll find yourself looking at her. She was just that cheerful and loud. Ichiro sighed.
"Could you tell me something? Are the two of you…you know?" he asked hesitantly, to which Rider simply snorted. Just how many people would ask him that? It was stupid. Ichiro looked more cheerful now, and he locked up the door to his shop. "Well, it was nice meeting you here. We should talk again sometime. Well, if you want to, anyway. I might come over later this week, actually. Anyways, I´m off. Goodbye!" And then, with quick steps, the man walked away. Rider watched as he walked away, before he briskly walked back home.
Kaiya was gone, but he didn´t really care. There was something far more important at hand. His breakfast. He ran up the stairs, and within seconds, he was back in the apartment. He ran into the kitchen, and after a few seconds, the table was set. He wanted to start, however he decided that he´d wake the devil first. He really didn´t want to have to see, smell or taste her cooking again, and he had a feeling she force him to do all that and more if she didn´t have breakfast. He walked over to the couch, where she was still fast asleep. He went to remove the blanket before remembering the state she was in and recoiling. He wondered how to wake her up for a bit, and got an idea. It was a tad sadistic, but had that ever stopped him before? Also, he needed payback for the marathon last night.
He walked out of the room, and returned with a bag filled with white blocks. Grinning mischievously, he dumped it right on her face. Naturally, the ice cold sensation made her jump up with a cry, making her fall down onto the floor. She rolled around frantically, trying to warm herself up, causing her attire to expose even more of the bouncy goodness that was her chest as her top nearly came off. It was now that Rider wondered why on earth she didn´t wear a bra. It really didn't occur to him before.
"You meanie! Couldn´t you wake me up like a normal human being?! You - wait, where did this blanket come from? Was that you?" Rider nodded. "Aw, thanks! That´s so sweet!" She jumped up and hugged him, making him freeze up for two reasons. For one, he was surprised at how quick her mood shifted. It was almost scary. And second, there were two big mounds pressing up against him. And while it felt nice, he would prefer some distance. He wasn´t perverted enough to enjoy this properly.
"But I am." And Rider nearly facepalmed. Instinct woke up now of all times? "Of course. I feel the same stuff you do. Pain, pleasure, we both feel it. And I always recognize the feel of boobs. Every man does. They´re glorious. Now, on to more important things: who´s this chick? She´s hot. And where are we? What did I miss while I was asleep?! TELL ME!" Rider groaned in his head and explained it to his other half as fast as possible. After he was done, he could swear Instinct was even more enthralled by dear Miss Levia-tan.
"Dude, let me out. I need to talk to her. NOW."
But he was kind of unsure where that impression came from. In the meantime, Serafall was starting to feel a little awkward. She was hugging him closely, and yet she seemed to be completely ignored. Hell, at this point, she would usually feel something stick out in the man´s pants. Not here though. She looked up, and saw an expression that just screamed that he was tired of someone´s bullshit. Hers, perhaps? She did give him quite some trouble by sending him out into the world immediately, didn´t she? She let go of him, and bowed.
"I´m sorry for causing you trouble. Let´s eat breakfast." She then gave a short smile, and walked into the kitchen, before she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Confused, she was spun around and a hand pulled down her top. Oh. OH. OOOOOOOH. Blushing, she hit herself on the head and stuck out her tongue in embarrassment before turning around again. Perhaps she should consider wearing a bra, though she hated how it felt. It constricted her a bit much for her taste. She giggled slightly at his embarrassed expression though. It was too cute.
She took a seat, oblivious to the squabble of the two minds in front of her, and took out the bread from the bag. It was just how she liked it, long, thick and burned brown on the outside, yet with smooth, milky white insides. She would have to thank Ichiro for that another time. She sliced the loaf into a few smaller ones, and put two in her own plate and the others in Rider´s, who was still arguing in his mind. Instinct was really persistent, so Rider took to ignore him and put some butter on his bread. Then, he was hit with quite the dilemma.
"Hey, I have to go to work after this. You should get a job as well."
Which combination of cheese and meat should he put on his sandwich? Ham and Cheddar?
"You see, while the Gremorys will pay your bills if they need to, it would be nice to not be a burden on them."
No, that was too easy. Salami and Gouda, perhaps?
"Anyhow, I already found a job for you that you´d be great at! Here is the address of the place. Just go ahead and send them your papers. There is an interview tomorrow."
Nonono. He needed something with a little more spice. Hmmm. How about putting on some peanutbutter as well?
"Wait, are you even listening?"
Yes, that was it. He would put on the Cheddar, add peanutbutter on top of that and add some Ham on top of all that. It would be perfect. He reached out to the cheese in question, but found that it was gone, stolen by the devil. He began to growl in anger as his hand shook, slowly balling up into a fist. And while it intimidated the girl, she didn´t show it, and instead repeated all she just said, promising beforehand that he´d get his food if he listened. Worked like a charm.
In the end, he looked thoughtful, and she handed him his cheese, which he took while still thinking. He finished preparing his sandwich just as she bit into hers, moaning lightly as she savoured her breakfast. Rider ignored it, and looked at the paper he was given. The place wasn´t right around the corner, seeing as he didn´t recognize the name of the street, but he had a feeling that he should apply as he looked at the name of the place. Kuoh Academy.
So, we´ll just leave it at that. Review plz, for every review I will write an answer and my imaginary girlfriend will do the smex with me.
Yes Neptune, you said that. Wait, what do you mean you´re breaking up with me?! You´re my imagination, how can you break up with me? I literally control you, dammit! Hey, put that sword away – ack!
*cough* scratch that bit about the smex…wait, is my liver supposed to – argh!
Neptune here, he´s dead. From now on, I´m writing this shit! And for every review, I´ll upload a lewd picture of myself on my Instagram! Anyways, I have to dispose of a corpse now, so bye!