High School DxD: Deviation

"Matthew are you sure you don't want to come with us, London is quite the sight to behold?" My pale blue eyes meet my fathers vibrant gold and after a brief moment of pondering I answered back.

"I'm good, I figured it would be nice to have the house to myself for the break, besides I need to finish that paper Ms. Roberts assigned me before its due." He seemed to want to say something yet was brought out of his thought by a car honking from outside.

"I see, remember to take care of your self while we're gone. I'll call when we touch down."

"I will, remember to tell Evelyn that I said congrats once again." And with hug and a nod he was off leaving me the home to myself and bringing me once again to the sight ahead of me as I sit here eating my morning breakfast I can't help but to glance over my sights, a lone silver dining room table fully set yet only one person eating at it with the sun illuminating the dust particles in the air barely breaking threw the window as dawn starts to emerge, I think back to the choice I made yesterday.

Now, I see myself as quite the normal person in life. I'm average height, have average black hair, average grades, I even have average friends, yet I take comfort in that, to me, it gives me comfort to blend in, to relate to everyone else.

The reason for such comfort you ask? My family. Now don't get me wrong, I love my family to death but sometimes it can be suffocating, they're all too perfect, whether it be my father, who's a company executive of a massive business, my mother a world-class doctor, or even my sister who despite being in her first year of college just took her team to nationals getting her a full scholarship.

I mean really, how perfect can they all be, I can practically see the sparkles that they give off when-*Ding Dong* The door bell brought me out of my thoughts confusing me. Was I supposed to be expecting someone today?

Making my way over to the door and looking out the side window I see a Usps truck and a man holding a clip board and package outside the door. Guess they ordered something and forgot about it?

Opening up the door I'm greeted with exactly what I expected.

"Package for you, please sign here." I was going to tell him that I'm not the one who ordered it and if it would be okay for me to sign however the name on the paper made me frown. Signing it and handing it back to him, he exchanged to package and made his way out.

"Thank you, have a nice day."

Leaving me to stare at the box in my hands.

Staring at the box on my bedroom desk like it was some-sort of Pandora's box I debate whether or not to even open it. Mom and Dad specifically said that they would bring back gifts when they got back and the chances of my cheeky older sister buying me a present online are even less, leading me to wonder the heck this is as I take a closer look I can feel my eye twitching in annoyance.

'The Sender address: Wouldn't you like to know.'

'Return address: Don't even try returning it.'

'Contains: Something neat.'

And worse of all, the note taped to the tope saying "enjoy" in sharpie. I'm seriously wondering why one, they even accepted such a package, and two if I should just go hand this into the police but against my better judgement I decide to open it.

Taking a knife I grabbed from the kitchen I cut open the tape. Now, I don't know what I expected to find in there, maybe drugs, an evidence of a crime, or even just something creepy, but I wasn't expecting another plain cardboard box, opening that one led to another box, and another one...and another one.

I can feel my eyes starting to twitch once again as I keep opening boxes again and again to the point where the once moderate size box is now around the size of my palm, only to open the latest box to find another box.

"Screw this!" Throwing the latest box across the room I'm about to pick up the mess before I hear a jingle, specifically the sound of metal hitting something. Walking over to the box and opening it one more time I finally see what's inside.

"A ring-box?" Indeed, opening the box led to an intricate looking ring box with silver decals and a symbol of thread. Inside lay a small white cushion resting a silver ring attaching to a thin chain necklace and a note.

'Thus a debt repaid.' Debt? Or better yet who even uses the word thus nowadays? Picking up the ring I look at the engraved text.

"In fato mutamus, what does that-acK!" Dropping the ring on the floor, I numbly stare at my finger as it starts to bleed, the drops of blood now hitting the ring before seeing something that makes me even more uncomfortable. Picking up the ring and wiping off the blood I read it once more.

"Sed praeteritum vitari non potest."