Trick of Sweet Time
Disclaimer: This is a purely non-profit story written for entertainment purposes only. The characters of Demon Diary belong to their respective owners.
Author's Notes: If you were interested in seeing where I was going with this… well… the answer is not very far. It's really just supposed to be an angsty sort of thing, and then end. Sorry if you were expecting a little more. And for certain people (ahem) who are complaining about my prolific-ness, I deviated from my Naruto craze especially for them. What do I get? "I hate you". Doesn't being nice have its rewards:P
Chapter 2
He whipped his head around so fast he felt his neck crick.
'It has to be a dream.' Eclipse was in full denial. 'Definitely a dream…'
But when the unmistakable curly head of none other than Krayon popped around the door, it was almost impossible to deny it any longer.
"Well, there's my favourite little demon lord," Krayon gushed, pinching Raenef on the cheek. "I hope Eclipse has been treating you well," he added, giving the dark-haired demon a sly look. Moving closer to Raenef under the pretence of sharing a secret, he spoke loud enough for Eclipse to hear him quite clearly, "I know he can be such an animal, the brute. You never would've guessed it by looking at him, but he is wild in bed—"
"Lord Krayon," Eclipse interrupted through gritted teeth, every part of his head throbbing. "What an unexpected surprise. May I inquire as to why you are here?"
"Can't I visit a friend without being interrogated?" Krayon pouted.
"Of course. I simply wish to know the length of your stay, so that we may better accommodate you."
"Oh, Eclipse, you make it sound like you don't want me here." His rosy lips poked out even further, giving Eclipse his best puppy-dog face. Eclipse was blatantly ignoring him, and it was then that an idea popped into his scheming head. "Oh, I see," he said in a drawling voice. "I'm sorry to have interrupted your usual… activities. It seems to have made Eclipse quite testy."
Raenef blushed an incredible shade of crimson, while Eclipse could only stare in utter hatred. But of course, he could never say anything disrespectful to a demon lord. Even one as silly, stupid, ditzy, vain, lazy, and eccentric as this. No, no; it would go against all of his morals.
"Well, some thirsts don't get better until they're quenched, so I'll leave the two of you alone. And don't worry, I won't be here for too long." He winked suggestively at Raenef, who managed to giggle despite the fact that Eclipse was now almost glaring at him. Just before he left the room, Krayon poked his head back around the door
"Oh, and Eclipse? Be a dear and move my bags into the West wing."
It took all the self-restraint Eclipse had not to launch a fireball at those mockingly springy curls.
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"Why are you so stupid!" Erutis fumed for the billionth time as, once again, Chris couldn't grasp what she'd been trying to teach him.
"Why are you so stupid!"
"Yeah, great comeback Chris."
"Shut up! Who asked you?"
"No one! I can say whatever the hell I want!"
Chris merely rolled his eyes, having grown tired of this old routine by now (it was their 34th argument of the day… but who's keeping count?). As he had soon found out, the best way to win an argument with Erutis was to turn away and pretend to lose, then mutter incoherently under your breath, snicker at your own insult, and be happy with the fact that she had no clue what you've said to offend her. As it was, he was about to employ that strategy at that very moment.
Turning away slightly, he muttered darkly under his breath. "Boy, someone sure is PMS-y today…"
Unfortunately (as was sometimes the case – plans are perfect, people rarely are), this time Erutis's acute sense of hearing picked up on his words, and he was faced with an extremely pissed off demonslayer with an energy sword.
"WHAT. DID. YOU. JUST. SAY!" Erutis practically shrieked, and for the first time in his life Chris wished Eclipse had been there to stop their argument. If Erutis were actually a demon instead of a slayer, he could imagine her with large pointy horns and rivers of flame pouring forth from her nostrils (we all know demons don't look like that, but hey – he's a priest). He turned around to run as far away as he could, but found that Erutis already had the front of his tunic in a death grip. In most other cases, he would've been happy for her to have the shirt; hell, she could have his pants, too. But this particular tunic was the special one commissioned for him as high cleric, and he wasn't about to rip that quite so easily.
Cursing religion for probably getting him killed (then praying for ever thinking such a thing – if he died, he reallllly didn't want to go to hell), Chris squeezed his eyes shut as Erutis brought the sword high over her head, hand poised and ready to strike.
He was resigned. 'God, what a lame way to die: killed by a psychotic sword master at that time of the month. I mean, at least if she was wearing leather or something I could make it erotic, but no…'
He braced for impact as Erutis's hand swung down with increasing velocity, and…
He squinted with his eyes shut. Well, if he had died, death had been rather painless, but he was afraid of what he'd see when he opened his eyes. Something told him that Rased did not appreciate his last inappropriate thought. Slowly, he peeled one eye open…
… and what he saw was worse than hell.
"Ahhh!"
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"Huh?" Raenef looked up from his ornate desk, the difficult book of spells and incantations long ago ceasing to hold his attention. Perhaps he was just daydreaming, but he could've sworn he heard a very familiar voice scream…
Eclipse had lifted his eyes from his own book to study his liege. "Master Raenef, is anything the matter?"
"Eclipse, did you just hear someone scream?"
Eclipse frowned serenely, long-fingered hands gently closing the leather-bound volume in his lap. "No, I don't believe so."
"Hmm…" Raenef frowned as well. "That's odd… I could've sworn I heard something…"
By this time, Eclipse had moved from his own chair across the room to stand directly behind Raenef, hands resting evenly on his lord's slim shoulders.
"But if it was screaming you heard, we could always make someone scream," he whispered huskily, lightly squeezing the tense muscles beneath his hands. Raenef had time only to begin to comprehend the sexual implications and for half a blush to creep onto his face before Eclipse grabbed his hand and said decisively, "The master bedroom."
The library was suddenly very empty, but house was just as suddenly a lot noisier.
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"Ahh! YOU!"
He had not expected that face to be the one to greet him when he died; this had to be due punishment.
But on second analysis, Chris found that he was in exactly the same spot as he had been in before, Erutis was still fuming in front of him, and the only addition was the powdered face of one very queen-y demon lord.
The face smiled. "It's nice to see you too, numbskull. Oh, and you're welcome for saving your life."
At first Chris didn't understand what the smiling face had meant, but now he saw that Erutis's sword was held up solely by the firm hand grasping her arm, and said hand was attached to said smiling face.
He was too enraged by the fact that he owed a debt to a demon, then too weirded out by Krayon's unflinching expression of glee, that he couldn't even appreciate the fact that he was still alive. Realizing for the first time that there was nothing holding him there (Erutis had released his beloved tunic ages ago), he sprinted away in a cloud of dust.
"Argh! Damnit, let go of me!" Erutis growled, shooting a vehement glance at the more sober Krayon. He was only too happy to let her go.
"My, aren't we as spunky as ever," he smiled fondly at her as she un-energized her sword and put it back in its sheath.
"Ugh, get away, you perv! I won't marry you. EVER!"
Krayon sighed dramatically. "Ah, well… I was never really interested in you anyway."
"Good. What!" Erutis huffed. "You made me go through all that CRAP and you're not even interested in me! What the HELL is wrong with you?"
"Good question," Krayon mused, and Erutis was about ready to fall over sideways. "I guess you reminded me of someone… a long time ago."
Erutis stopped fuming for a moment, noticing for the first time that Krayon was being (was it true?) serious. She had never seen it before, but now she saw all the lines and emotions hiding beneath the outrageous clothes and hair.
"So, sorry about everything," Krayon smiled sheepishly. She still had the greatest urge to smack him, but it wasn't so malicious any more. She sighed heavily.
"Know what? I don't even care. It's over, it's done, it doesn't even matter anymore…" She turned to walk away, but his curiously gentle voice called her back.
"If you like him, you should tell him."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"That cleric… you should tell him how you feel."
"What are you—" her face heated up, and she tried to hide it with denial. "You're crazy! I don't like him." A laugh forced its way through, but it sounded fake even to her.
Krayon smiled a strangely tender smile she had never seen him smile before. "You can deny it to me all you want, but there's no way you can lie to yourself. It's just some advice; you really don't have to listen. But one day you might look back and think of how much more time you could've had together, if only you hadn't wasted it."
Erutis heard the sadness in his voice, but couldn't find the words to say before Krayon disappeared. She was left to stand alone in the desolate courtyard, feeling the cold breeze sweep through in a gust of pure melancholy.
TBCAN: Ok, so Krayon may seem a little OOC towards the end. So a little Erutis x Chris wormed its way in. And originally I had meant for this to be a two-chapter story, but it seems I'll have to go to three. I'll call it all "artistic license". And I have to say, upon re-reading the manga, that Krayon is actually rather...hot. Not counting the hair.
And this would've been updated earlier, if not for internet/technological glitches.