Disclaimer: Not own anything, except the OC(s).

Warning: As usual. AU, super duper OOC, no beta we die like men.

"Pick one," The being—a beautiful, yet oh so deadly, Focalor—showing her the treasury he had. "And I shall reside with it in you."

She took time, inspecting the treasury in respect.

Yes, respect. She can respect someone who can give her respect back.

(Like how Hiiragizawa-kun gave her respect for not having magic, and so she gave him her respect back, as they sat on their own chair.)

(Both of them treating each other's chairs as if it were their own thrones.)

"He is powerful." Focalor said, as if he was aware of her thoughts.

She blinks. Should she be mad when someone was reading her thoughts? She thought of it for a moment before shrugged.

"Yes." She agrees with him. Hiiragizawa-kun was powerful, yes. But not anymore.

And, if Hiiragizawa-kun was here, he would probably agree with her, too. That he wasn't powerful anymore.

Focalor grinned and she smiled back.

She returned to her task—finding an appropriate tool for Focalor. And the tool should be comfortable enough. She didn't know how it works, however. Was he something like Kero-chan and Tsukishiro-san? A Guardian of sorts?

"More or less," Focalor replied. She blinked once again. "You need to talk more, my King."

Oh.

Oh.

No wonder he kept reading her mind.

"Alright." She says, nodding in determination. It seems, being a slave (she cursed, cursed, and cur sed ) took tolls on her.

( Don't speak, they said. Remain unseen, they said. Stay still, they said.)

"Why did you call me 'King'?" She asked as she took a sword amongst the treasury. Hmm, nope. Not this one, she thought as she placed the sword back gently.

"Because you are," Stated Focalor firmly. As if she was a 'King' was a fact. As in 'the sky was blue' type of fact. "We, the Djinn, choose our own King. So, by the Law, you're my King."

"There are more of you?" She asked, peering into the spear that leans on the wall.

"Yes." Short and simple.

She hummed, turning her attention away from the spear. Hmm…

"Hey," She called. And she felt his attention on her back. "I think it will take a while. Are you in a hurry?" She asked.

Focalor shrugged. "Take your time, my King. As long as I'm still tied to the Dungeon, the Dungeon will keep standing, my King."

"And if you are not?"

He grinned. "Then, the Dungeon would be destroyed and you should come back to your world quickly, my King."

"I see." She nods. "I think I'm going to read the scrolls and the tomes, if you don't mind."

The Djinn laughed. "All of them are yours, my King. Once you conquered a Dungeon, everything and anything in this Dungeon belongs to you."

She frowned. "But, you are you. You aren't a thing to be owned."

"Thank you, my King," Focalor says, a small smile was on his beautiful face. "But it's a Law."

"Well," She says after a while, picking the scroll near her feet. "That's just plain stupid."

This world is stupid, was her thought. And the way Focalor smiled at her (and oh, what a beautiful sad smile he had), he probably agreed with her.

Probably.

"Ah, I forgot I can't read. Can you teach me?"

"With pleasure, my King."

A/N: I lied. Hell, I didn't even know that I'd lied.