Izumi had fallen into a routine since coming to the netherworld. As the sun began to rise she would wake up, and begin her morning ritual. Bathing, brushing teeth, and getting dressed. Then she would wait for her family to come 'wake her up' while reading in her textbooks. She had very little understanding of what the hell the book was saying. Just because she could read the words didn't mean she could understand the concept of the sentences.
This routine found her at the breakfast table chowing down on Opera's delicious creations. "Izumi, you get your classes today. I made sure to put your new mates in the class with you." He gushed, just as happy as she was that her mates would be with her. She gave her little smile. It would be much easier to feel at ease if Clara and Alice were with her. "I put you all in the Misfit Class."
She looked at him blankly. Misfit didn't seem like a good thing. "Why's it called that?" She asked.
"Oh, That's because it is filled with abnormal demons. Demons who cause a lot of trouble and don't conform to the standard teaching practices." Sullivan explained as if telling her the sky was blue, not that he put her in a class with troublemaker demons.
"They are the class no one wants to teach." Opera reiterated. "Because they have caused more havoc than a regular student. Like starting a fight on the opening day?" The little jab was not missed but ignored as she looked at her grandfather sharply.
"I'm a troublemaker? And you put my mates there too?"
"Well to be fair they were going to the Misfit class regardless so I figured you would be more at home with them." The bald demon quickly soothed her worries. "Just let grandpa know and he'll move you."
She looked at Opera before sighing. "No, it's fine. I mean it would be nice to be with them all day." She spoke the last sentence softly as if she was scared that if she spoke too loud he would take away her time with the two.
"Are you happy? Tell grandpa that he did good." The demon gushed, throwing himself at her and pulling her to him tightly.
She pressed a hand to his face trying to push him off half heartedly. "You did good, old man." She conceded as his tears started spilling over his chin.
"Oh, I'm so happy, happy, happy. Do you want me to walk you to class? Please?" He began hopping a little with her still in her arms, making her feel a little nauseous from the shaking.
"Opera, help." She stuttered out.
"Sir, you can not walk the lady to school today. You have a lot of paperwork to fill out." They chimed making the chair demon boo at them and say he could delegate it. Blaze gave him a firm look and lectured him about passing his work onto others. She found it strangely pleasing to scold a boss of some establishment for the abuse of power. Specifically since she was oftentimes on the other side having to do all the unwanted work while not in the power to say anything.
She got too far into the scolding and ended up running to school, hoping she wasn't going to be late. They bid her a hasty goodbye allowing her to dart off to school where she was sure Alice was most likely freaking out over her late arrival.
"Wait, Izumi." Her grandfather yelled after her and hurriedly handed her a napkin that had little scribbles on it. "Since you won't let grandpa walk you, I drew you a map so you won't get lost. Have a good day." He cried as Opera grabbed him around the collar and started to drag him inside. "I love you Izumi. I will see you later and miss you already."
Her mind whirled to a stop and she looked back. Has anyone ever told her that before? No, she could not recall a time in which someone had told her that she was loved. The really messed up thing was it took a high ranking demon for her to hear those words for the first time. How sad was she?
"You'll be late, Young Mistress." Opera called from the front door and spurred her onward. They wondered not for the first time what was going on in her head. She seemed stuck in it often and the cat demon knew that someone's mind could be just as dangerous to them as any demon or beast. Red orbs followed her as she grew smaller down the road before fading over into the trees. They would speak to Sullivan about her past. So far the security demon had not been graced with the knowledge of his mistress, but as a guard it was their job to protect their wards be that physically or mentally. From any attack, be that past, present, or future.
"Lady Izu!" Alice cried seeing her approaching form. He looked a little disheveled and beside him Clara was rolling on the ground until his cry.
"Izu-chi." She bowled over to her, grabbing the human around her waist and clinging to her as she was trying to walk.
"Valac! You Cretin! Release my lady from your clutches. You are going to hurt her." The flame demon pulled and yanked at the girl but she stubbornly clung to her blue haired mate. Izumi cried out after a particularly hard yank. The force was enough for her to lose her footing. He was quick to catch her. "I am so sorry, Lady Izumi. The fault was mine. I…" He trailed off as her face was looking up to him from his chest. She looked slightly shocked with her mouth open just slightly and her eye somehow bigger as she looked up to him from her position against his chest. Even her hair was a bit skewed giving her a picturesque cuteness.
'Cute?! No, he was supposed to be seducing her, not the other way around.' He scolded himself. He had not even started on his carefully crafted plan that he had spent all night craft and going over.
She pushed herself up into a standing position, seemingly unaware of the effect she had on the Head of Lust's heir. "Thank you for the assist, Alice." Her words sent a shiver down his back and he wondered if she was doing it on purpose or if this was just second nature to appeal to him as male demon. She gently reached down to the strangely quiet demoness, who felt a little bad over making the woman topple but still had no plans of relinquishing her hold on her mate. Izumi getally patted Clara's green locks. "Clara, we have to go to class now. I can't walk with you on my leg." Did the human expect her to let go like that? No, not really. "You can hold my hand instead."
That got the girl up as she giddy clutched the proffered appendage to her chest, happily singing. "My mate's hand is mine and soon I'll take her heart." She should probably have feared the potential double meaning but only a slight smile came from the lyrics. Most demons seemed to be put off by the girl's overly enthusiastic attitude, but Izumi saw nothing so terrible about it. What was so wrong with finding joy in the little things?
"Lady Izu?" Her eyes looked up to meet tearful pink orbs. He was glancing between her face and the intertwined hands that Clara was covetously guarding.
She frowned slightly. She only had two hands and while Clara occupied one her other contained the hand drawn map to the classroom. "I have to navigate us." She told him sadly as she held up the napkin. She didn't want him to feel left out but logically she wasn't going to have enough hands for all her mates when they all came together. So someone was going to get left out. Or maybe there would be different types of relationships. Packs confused her. She would probably have to talk to Opera about it again.
"I can navigate us, My lady!" The boy hastily stated reaching for the tissue. "May I have your hand if I lead us?"
"If it means that much to you." she had barely extended the map to him when he sprang for her hand, swiftly and expertly threading his fingers into the slots between her own. It felt nice as his hand was warm in her own.
A little heat flooded her cheeks as whispers began to fly around the courtyard. Words like 'Lover', 'Slave', and 'Mates' caught her ears and she could only guess what fantastical delusions the demon populace was making up now. If it was anything like the rumors of her first fight she dreaded to think what they were coming up with. Most likely something wild and outlandish. Like she was forcing Alice and Clara to be her lovers.
For some reason that left a bitter taste in her mouth.
"My Lady, who drew this. It's very…unique." He seemed to try and search for the word without insulting the rough and uneven lines too harshly. After all, she could have drawn it and if he insulted her orienteering skill, she could come to hate him.
"Grandpa drew it on a dinner napkin that was lying around. You can say it looks bad." She scoffed playfully. Though she was pretty grateful that he had taken the time to draw it at all. It showed he cared, despite her lecture.
"Ah, well, It is legible enough to lead us to the entrance." He gestured to what looked like a giant cave carved out of a wall. It descended down into the ground with a staircase. Unnervingly, as they descended each step it got a little colder. A stink was coming from the stairwell and she could see questionable liquids on the steps where the corridor bent inwards. She wrinkled her nose and leaned closer to Alice pulling Clara with her so none of them stepped on the discolored floor.
"Look there it is." Clara cried, pointing her unoccupied hand to the doors. They were cracked and had graffiti all over. A cold draft of air had her shivering as she stared at the abandoned looking class room.
"Maybe we made a wrong turn?" Izumi asked even though this was the only path. Little hands pushed against her back launching her through the door.
"Go, Go!" Clara cried.
She stumbled slightly regaining her balance only for her eyes to catch the sharp weapons hurtling at her in a quick yet deadly array. 'What the hell?!' She couldn't help the thought. With all the training her previous co workers instilled in her she lashed out knocking the first weapon and side stepping back out the door. A total of 17 weapons clattered to the ground as she watched in abject horror. That could have been her. What the hell was wrong with this place.
A loud applause sounded from beyond the door as Alice quickly looked over her, to ensure nothing had even grazed her even though he had seen her dodge everything. "I will take care of this." His eyes read murder as he stormed in. Well, she supposed it was time to meet her new classmates, the Misfits.