Demon Diary: Krayon x Erutis
This is my first Demon Diary fanfic, and I don't know much about it so please bear with me as I blunder through this. I am buying the whole set though in a few months. Also this is an AU type of ficcy.
Summary: Basically Erutis is on her way back to her village when she catches ill and has to take cover in a nearby castle. But, in her weakened state, she fails to notice it is Lord Krayon's castle… And from there on Krayon tries to win her heart.
In any case this story is the one that will be updated/finished first. And thanks to all my lovely reviewers! I would respond here to you all, but I can't open my reviews for some reason! I didn't get review alert or anything! ((angry)) Oh well.
And by the way, this will be a Christmastime fic! Scotland gets rain and snow, and I wanted everybody to understand that part. Erutis was running through sleet for the most part in latter chapter so now it's clear. Dare I say it- yes I do! A Christmas in July fic!
Chapter One: Don't Look a Gift Demon in the Mouth
(Other fitting titles could be: Christmas in July, Romanoff Rally, and on and on. I could think up so many cornball phrases for this)
Erutis woke to the feeling of soft caresses on her forehead. Before opening her eyes, she carefully stayed awake for a few minutes, listening to what was surrounding her. She heard someone rinsing something- probably a washcloth- in a basin of water.
Rinse, twist, trickles of water. Rinse, twist, trickles of water. Then she felt those same hands place the cold washcloth on her forehead. A sigh came from his lips- wait. A man. Only one man would caress her forehead and take care of her personally. Oh bloody hell Erutis, what have you gotten yourself into?
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Lord Krayon was having some serious issues right now. (A/N: -snickers-) His beloved Erutis hadn't woken yet, and it had been three days since she'd last nourishment! She could starve! But if he woke her from sleep, she'd either a) be really angry at him, b) be not entirely recovered, c) thank him, throw herself at him and proclaim she returned his eternal love, or d) slap him and return to sleep.
Just from experience he could safely say it wouldn't be choice c. So, instead of waiting around for one of the other less enjoyable options to enact themselves he silently whispered, "Go," and teleported to his kitchen. One of the reasons he loved the kitchen was because servants were never in there except around mealtimes, so he could gorge himself on the best comfort food in the world- pecan peanut butter ice cream. Of course he ate it a special way- half melted in a lead crystal goblet with a spoon, a silver spoon to be specific.
"The last time he recalled eating this," he thought, "was after I was rejected by Erutis the first time." (A/N: Work with me people, I don't know what the hell happened when she met him or anything) He'd sat in this same kitchen, same stool and mulled over the day's events and what he could've done better with her. Now he was thinking on what he could do to please her, as no doubt she'd be quite… angry to put it mildly. If he wasn't careful, she'd probably blow up in his face and he'd be fried to a golden crisp.
"Hmm……"
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As soon as she heard Lord Fancy Pants whisper his magic word and disappear, she bolted upright and took a careful look around. It was decorated in the Romanoff style- something she'd only seen in paintings. Fabulously done in sweeping silver chiffon, it presented a wintery appeal. Little silver bells perched cutely on every corner- jolly, beautiful, and sweet, just like Lord Kray- whoa, girl, back-up. Don't know where in bloody hell that thought popped out of but it is damn sure going back fast.
Erutis shook her head to clear the bell thoughts, and continued her perusal of the gorgeous room. Apparently the theme was of silver, as almost everything- the dressers, the sheets, canopy, and carpet were silver. Sparkles of red would appear every once in awhile, embedded in both satin and chiffon fabrics. Blue would tint the bright silver, bringing out the contrast of Erutis to the room.
A beautiful room she thought, fitting for a handsome Dem- DAMNIT there I go AGAIN! Erutis smacked a palm to her forehead, cursing herself.
In any case, she thought, she'd have to find a way out of here, and quick before she felt woozy again. Just from that palm on her head she knew she was still burning with fever. Only her will was what kept her from crashing back down among the satiny comforts.
Just as she placed two shaky feet on the floor, with a shaky hand on a now-wobbly nighttable, a silver sylph came popping up out of nowhere. Erutis stared at it in shock, her fever-bright eyes widening.
"Good! You're awake. I'll just go and alert-"
"Oh no you don't you little creep!" Erutis clamped a tight hand around the sylph's neck, effectively stopping both it's voice and attempt to leave. (A/N: Once again, work with me. I don't know what a bloody sylph looks like)
"But!" A violent shaking of her hand stopped him again.
"I'll ask the questions here creep! Now, first, how do I get out of here? And if you give me the wrong answer, or if you try to tell me I can't leave, I'm going to rip your damn head off. Talk, and talk fast." She glared at the little monster, holding the little thing in front of her face like a toy.
The sylph looked at her, quivering in fear, and began to talk in muffled tones, careful of it's bruised vocal chords. "Okay, here's how to get out of here…"
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Upon hearing two almost-silent footsteps from upstairs, Krayon instantly teleported to the stairs. He knew she hated it when he just suddenly popped in on her, so he decided he'd be a gentleman and knock politely.
So when he heard her threatening one of his alarm sylphs, he not only smiled, but stopped to listen. Carefully he perked his ears, and caught that his Erutis was going to try and escape. Another smile. He'd just have to nip this in the bud now wouldn't he?
He threw open the door, and just in time to watch Erutis finish tying together a row of bedsheets and throwing them over the window. A shocked Erutis turned to greet him, and he in turn sent her the most charming of his grins.
"How dare you just throw open my door! And what do you think you're-" In just those two short phrases Krayon had shut and locked the door, done the same to the window, and snatched up Erutis. In the last word he lowered his lips to her, crushing her soft mouth in a passionate kiss.
There was something he had wanted to do for a long time, but as soon as he tasted her sweet lips he found himself doubling over with a killer stomachache. And now he would have to fight his beloved just to be in the same room with her, because he now found himself facing a locked, slammed door. Just lovely.
A/N: Pardon me for a moment.
Me: LISA! ((shakes fist, screeching like a banshee))
Lisa: ((scurries to do my evil bidding)) Yes boss?
Me: Press 'upload' to the next chapter for 'White is For the Pure,' damnit! ((pounds keyboard))
Lisa: ((cries)) But, boss it won't upload! ((runs away from me))
Me: ...((twitch))...
You can see I'm having some problems.