Paper fan
One plus one equals fun!
Chapter 7
"Let me out of here!" The little demon yelled at me.
"Please be quiet." I asked for the one hundredth time. "I have to get ready for a date." I asked politely, straightening my collar.
"Let me out of here or you'll be sorry!" he threatened.
"Really?" I leaned down to look at him through the bars of the bird cage. "And who will make me sorry? YOu?" He glared at me growling a little. "No, I don't think you will." I straightened. "You demons aren't so tough." I folded my arms and smiled triumphantly.
This was going to work. All I had to do was make sure he would never take my fan away. Then I thought of a flaw in my plan. Do demon's keep promises? Hm. I frowned pondering this when I noticed one wing looked different from the other, bent sort of.
"Hey are you okay?" I reached in a finger to touch the wing. He jerked it back and gave out a cry. "I..." I gasped never meaning to hurt him. "I'm sorry. Does that hurt?" He didn't say anything just sat on the bottom of the cage frowning and holding his shoulder.
"I'm sorry." All my arrogance was gone. I can't believe I didn't notice. I'm such a jerk. "I get something to help you." I ran and got the first aid kit. When I came back the dark winged fairy was fiddling with the tiny lock that kept the cage door closed. I sighed.
"Don't do that." I got the key from my pocket. "I have to let you out to treat you injury, but you must promise me not to try and escape. Okay?"
"No!" he shouted at me. I frowned in frustration and put the kit on the desk next to the cage.
"I don't have time for this anyway." I slipped some bandaids through the bars and prepared the limo.
It was set perfectly. I would drive up to the building, rising out of the sunroof with a huge boquet of flowers. Then we could have some sparkling cider on the way to the restaurant. At the restaurant I would tell her she may have whatever she wants. We'll talk about everything and nothing for hours.
Until finally, during dessert, some violins would play a romatic melody, I would then call 'our song.' Then I'll ask her to go out with me and I'd give her a ring to prove we are together forever. Maron and Iincho, the perfect couple. She'll tell the story to our children and grandchildren one day. Of how we met and fell in love. Hee hee hee. I giggled to myself. Perfect.
I showed up just on time to her apartment, but she wasn't waiting for me. I saw Miyako and she told me Maron had gone to the restaruant without me. Okay, tiny change of plan, no problem. I told the driver to go straight to the restaurant. I sat in the back alone, all the way there. I decided the cider would be boring without company so I left it alone.
At the restaurant the mater'd informed me that the lady had already arrived. She had tried to leave once, but they assured her that I would be there soon. Good work gentleman! She's just too excited to see me I guess. I strode into the dining room and sat at the best seat in the house.
Maron wasn't there so I asked one of the waiters where she was. One of them said she went to the power room. Oh, okay. Well, that blew my entance out of the water. I would just have to look cool while waiting for her. I practiced ways of saying 'good evening' and 'thank you for coming to see me.'
After a half hour I had gotten a perfect 'good evening' and I'd stand so that we could sit at the same time, but still no sign of Maron. How long did girls need in the powder room anyway? She's already beautful, she doesn't need anything special like make up. I love her the way she is.
After an hour I had one of the waiteresses check the bathroom. She wasn't there. Could she have left without me knowing? If so...why. A terrible wrench had been thrown into the works. My perfect plan failed again. I took the fan out of my pocket.
"What am I supposed to do now?"
"~I can only...~"
"Yes I know." I nodded. "But...can you make someone love me?" I looked at the perfect decorations on the table. The gorgeous boquet, the swan folded cloth napkins, and the spotless glasses for two.
There was a note tucked under napkin that I hadn't noticed before. It had my name on it. I picked it up, it felt heavier than paper. I opened it and the gold bracelet I gave Maron fell out. Oh no. My heart sank and I felt sick. Please don't. I looked at the note that read:
Iincho-kun,
I'm sorry but I can't accept your gift. I appreciate that you were trying to cheer me up, but you should really save the royal treatment for the girl you love, not just a friend. Take care and see you in school.
-Maron
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked myself trying to pick up the peices of my crushed heart. Friend? Is that all I am to you Maron? I took the bracelet and the note and went home, defeated.
Everything felt like it was in slow motion. The street lights flashed over the car window's on the way home. The ice chest holding the cider remained untouched. The driver opened the door to let me out.
I stepped up the stairs and to my room. The little demon was struggling with the big bandaids I had put in there. Some how he'd gotten one end stuck to the back of his wing where he couldn't reach and the other end in his dark, now quite matted hair. He fell over trying to get the thing off his head.
I wasn't sure if I was in shock or if that was just really funny because dispite my foul mood, I laughed. I laughed so hard I fell down myself. I had to hold my sides, I laughed so much.
"Shut up!" the little demon shouted with embarrasment. "Why don't you grow some wings and I'll break 'em and give you a huge band-aid to fix 'em and we'll see how you do?" Golden eyes narrowed at me as he frowned.
"I'm sorry," I gasped for air while drying a tear. "I was just in such a bad mood and then seeing you. I couldn't help it," I laughed some more becuase he still had it stuck to his hair. Nice hat, I thought and giggled a little. But there's only so much laughing you can do before you feel sorry for someone.
"Can I help?" I asked, as the little guy sturggled.
"Why not? You're the one responsible for this mess."
"I'm sorry." I unlocked the cage and picked him up gently.
"Here." I set him on my desk and started working on getthing the band-aid out of his hair.
"Ite! Baka!" he held his head, cringing.
"It's really stuck on there, isn't it?"
"Oh, you noticed?" he huffed.
"You don't have to be so sarcastic. Demons are really rude." the last part I said to myself. "Oh I know! When bandaid's get wet they come right off."
"Well..."
"It'll work, come on." I grabbed him like a doll and went straight to the bathroom. "I'll take a bath too so you're more comfortable okay?"
"Well," he sounded like he wanted to object but I guess the thought of a nice hot bath was too inviting.
"Okay, let me know if this water is too hot." I found a little hankercheif the demon could use as a towel. He kept it wrapped around his body till the water was just right.
"There that's good." He smiled. Wow, demon's can smile? I mean smile like you like something not like grin evilly like you're having fun torturing people.
I put some mineral packs into the water so it was a green color. It was so much more relaxing with fragent minerals soaking into your skin. First, we wash. I put a small bath pail aside for the demon to use. The warm water did the trick the band-aid came right off. Yeah! We did a kind of mini hi-five. This was more fun than I though it would be.
"You know, you're pretty cool for a demon." I told him. He was sitting in little tray that half floated but still had a good amound of water for soaking purposes.
"Demon?! I'm an angel!" he defended.
"An angel?" I looked him over. "Well you do have the wings but they're black."
"Black or white has nothing to do with being an angel. I'm an angel." he insisted.
"Okay, mr. angel. What's you're name?"
"Why should I tell you? I'm your prisoner remember? I have no reason to want to cooperate with you."
"Don't be like that. I'm just keeping you here till you promise never to hurt my fan."
"You're fan, is the demon! All it wants is to suck the life out of you and grow stronger."
"NO. That fan is going to help me."
"Whatever." he waved me off.
"Humph." I could see this was going to take some work. "So, is your name Michael like the arch angel?"
"No!" he frowned.
"No huh? What about Gabriael?"
"No." he moved to a more comfortable possition.
"Hm," I rubbed my chin. "Let's see what other bible names do I know?"
"I don't have a bible name."
"So you are a demon?"
"No! What kind of logic is that?"
"So, you're an angel without a bible name and you want to take my fan away because it's a demon."
"Well, sort of." he was leaning over the edge, half listening to me.
"Adam?" Good a name as any to try out. He slipped into the water ubruptly and jumped up, coughing.
"I said no bible names." he growled.
"I've got to start some where, don't I? What about Galahad?"
"That's one of King Arthor's Knights!"
"No english names? How about Murasaki or Mishimoto?"
"Access!"
"Axes?" did I hear him right?
"My name is Access, got it? Stop trying to guess already." he insisted before he relaxed again.
"Oh, Access. Got it. That wasn't so hard was it?" the little guy just goaned, trying to enjoy the hot water. "Access." I smiled.
One plus one equals fun!
Chapter 7
"Let me out of here!" The little demon yelled at me.
"Please be quiet." I asked for the one hundredth time. "I have to get ready for a date." I asked politely, straightening my collar.
"Let me out of here or you'll be sorry!" he threatened.
"Really?" I leaned down to look at him through the bars of the bird cage. "And who will make me sorry? YOu?" He glared at me growling a little. "No, I don't think you will." I straightened. "You demons aren't so tough." I folded my arms and smiled triumphantly.
This was going to work. All I had to do was make sure he would never take my fan away. Then I thought of a flaw in my plan. Do demon's keep promises? Hm. I frowned pondering this when I noticed one wing looked different from the other, bent sort of.
"Hey are you okay?" I reached in a finger to touch the wing. He jerked it back and gave out a cry. "I..." I gasped never meaning to hurt him. "I'm sorry. Does that hurt?" He didn't say anything just sat on the bottom of the cage frowning and holding his shoulder.
"I'm sorry." All my arrogance was gone. I can't believe I didn't notice. I'm such a jerk. "I get something to help you." I ran and got the first aid kit. When I came back the dark winged fairy was fiddling with the tiny lock that kept the cage door closed. I sighed.
"Don't do that." I got the key from my pocket. "I have to let you out to treat you injury, but you must promise me not to try and escape. Okay?"
"No!" he shouted at me. I frowned in frustration and put the kit on the desk next to the cage.
"I don't have time for this anyway." I slipped some bandaids through the bars and prepared the limo.
It was set perfectly. I would drive up to the building, rising out of the sunroof with a huge boquet of flowers. Then we could have some sparkling cider on the way to the restaurant. At the restaurant I would tell her she may have whatever she wants. We'll talk about everything and nothing for hours.
Until finally, during dessert, some violins would play a romatic melody, I would then call 'our song.' Then I'll ask her to go out with me and I'd give her a ring to prove we are together forever. Maron and Iincho, the perfect couple. She'll tell the story to our children and grandchildren one day. Of how we met and fell in love. Hee hee hee. I giggled to myself. Perfect.
I showed up just on time to her apartment, but she wasn't waiting for me. I saw Miyako and she told me Maron had gone to the restaruant without me. Okay, tiny change of plan, no problem. I told the driver to go straight to the restaurant. I sat in the back alone, all the way there. I decided the cider would be boring without company so I left it alone.
At the restaurant the mater'd informed me that the lady had already arrived. She had tried to leave once, but they assured her that I would be there soon. Good work gentleman! She's just too excited to see me I guess. I strode into the dining room and sat at the best seat in the house.
Maron wasn't there so I asked one of the waiters where she was. One of them said she went to the power room. Oh, okay. Well, that blew my entance out of the water. I would just have to look cool while waiting for her. I practiced ways of saying 'good evening' and 'thank you for coming to see me.'
After a half hour I had gotten a perfect 'good evening' and I'd stand so that we could sit at the same time, but still no sign of Maron. How long did girls need in the powder room anyway? She's already beautful, she doesn't need anything special like make up. I love her the way she is.
After an hour I had one of the waiteresses check the bathroom. She wasn't there. Could she have left without me knowing? If so...why. A terrible wrench had been thrown into the works. My perfect plan failed again. I took the fan out of my pocket.
"What am I supposed to do now?"
"~I can only...~"
"Yes I know." I nodded. "But...can you make someone love me?" I looked at the perfect decorations on the table. The gorgeous boquet, the swan folded cloth napkins, and the spotless glasses for two.
There was a note tucked under napkin that I hadn't noticed before. It had my name on it. I picked it up, it felt heavier than paper. I opened it and the gold bracelet I gave Maron fell out. Oh no. My heart sank and I felt sick. Please don't. I looked at the note that read:
Iincho-kun,
I'm sorry but I can't accept your gift. I appreciate that you were trying to cheer me up, but you should really save the royal treatment for the girl you love, not just a friend. Take care and see you in school.
-Maron
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked myself trying to pick up the peices of my crushed heart. Friend? Is that all I am to you Maron? I took the bracelet and the note and went home, defeated.
Everything felt like it was in slow motion. The street lights flashed over the car window's on the way home. The ice chest holding the cider remained untouched. The driver opened the door to let me out.
I stepped up the stairs and to my room. The little demon was struggling with the big bandaids I had put in there. Some how he'd gotten one end stuck to the back of his wing where he couldn't reach and the other end in his dark, now quite matted hair. He fell over trying to get the thing off his head.
I wasn't sure if I was in shock or if that was just really funny because dispite my foul mood, I laughed. I laughed so hard I fell down myself. I had to hold my sides, I laughed so much.
"Shut up!" the little demon shouted with embarrasment. "Why don't you grow some wings and I'll break 'em and give you a huge band-aid to fix 'em and we'll see how you do?" Golden eyes narrowed at me as he frowned.
"I'm sorry," I gasped for air while drying a tear. "I was just in such a bad mood and then seeing you. I couldn't help it," I laughed some more becuase he still had it stuck to his hair. Nice hat, I thought and giggled a little. But there's only so much laughing you can do before you feel sorry for someone.
"Can I help?" I asked, as the little guy sturggled.
"Why not? You're the one responsible for this mess."
"I'm sorry." I unlocked the cage and picked him up gently.
"Here." I set him on my desk and started working on getthing the band-aid out of his hair.
"Ite! Baka!" he held his head, cringing.
"It's really stuck on there, isn't it?"
"Oh, you noticed?" he huffed.
"You don't have to be so sarcastic. Demons are really rude." the last part I said to myself. "Oh I know! When bandaid's get wet they come right off."
"Well..."
"It'll work, come on." I grabbed him like a doll and went straight to the bathroom. "I'll take a bath too so you're more comfortable okay?"
"Well," he sounded like he wanted to object but I guess the thought of a nice hot bath was too inviting.
"Okay, let me know if this water is too hot." I found a little hankercheif the demon could use as a towel. He kept it wrapped around his body till the water was just right.
"There that's good." He smiled. Wow, demon's can smile? I mean smile like you like something not like grin evilly like you're having fun torturing people.
I put some mineral packs into the water so it was a green color. It was so much more relaxing with fragent minerals soaking into your skin. First, we wash. I put a small bath pail aside for the demon to use. The warm water did the trick the band-aid came right off. Yeah! We did a kind of mini hi-five. This was more fun than I though it would be.
"You know, you're pretty cool for a demon." I told him. He was sitting in little tray that half floated but still had a good amound of water for soaking purposes.
"Demon?! I'm an angel!" he defended.
"An angel?" I looked him over. "Well you do have the wings but they're black."
"Black or white has nothing to do with being an angel. I'm an angel." he insisted.
"Okay, mr. angel. What's you're name?"
"Why should I tell you? I'm your prisoner remember? I have no reason to want to cooperate with you."
"Don't be like that. I'm just keeping you here till you promise never to hurt my fan."
"You're fan, is the demon! All it wants is to suck the life out of you and grow stronger."
"NO. That fan is going to help me."
"Whatever." he waved me off.
"Humph." I could see this was going to take some work. "So, is your name Michael like the arch angel?"
"No!" he frowned.
"No huh? What about Gabriael?"
"No." he moved to a more comfortable possition.
"Hm," I rubbed my chin. "Let's see what other bible names do I know?"
"I don't have a bible name."
"So you are a demon?"
"No! What kind of logic is that?"
"So, you're an angel without a bible name and you want to take my fan away because it's a demon."
"Well, sort of." he was leaning over the edge, half listening to me.
"Adam?" Good a name as any to try out. He slipped into the water ubruptly and jumped up, coughing.
"I said no bible names." he growled.
"I've got to start some where, don't I? What about Galahad?"
"That's one of King Arthor's Knights!"
"No english names? How about Murasaki or Mishimoto?"
"Access!"
"Axes?" did I hear him right?
"My name is Access, got it? Stop trying to guess already." he insisted before he relaxed again.
"Oh, Access. Got it. That wasn't so hard was it?" the little guy just goaned, trying to enjoy the hot water. "Access." I smiled.