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School Life
Damon stepped out of the classroom just as someone crashed into him. He didn't budge, and the person bounced off, but the fight had halted.
"I'm so sorry!" the guy that had been shoved into him said, dropping into a low bow, forehead to the ground.
Damon ignored him, glaring instead at the senior who had caused the fight. "Did you throw this trash at me?"
"And what if I did?" the senior snarled. "I've never seen you fight anyone. You just coast on that reputation of yours. I bet the rumors of about what you can do are all bullshit. Hell, you're probably not even a real Fire Devil!"
Damon remained silent as people backed away, the guy that was bowing in front of Damon scrambling away from him. "Indeed. Bullshit. All rumors. I could never beat a big strong lizardman like you."
The senior grinned wickedly and lunged. Damon rolled his eyes, brushing the punch to his side just as flames exploded out of his foot, sending his knee exploding into the senior's stomach with enough force that he bounced off of the ceiling, then bounced to waist height off the floor. Damon slammed his fokt down on the senior, smashing him into the ground and pinning him.
"If you ever throw trash at me again, or in any way vex me, I'll rip you apart a single sinue of tissue at a time and feed you to yourself," Damon snarled. "And just so I'll know it's you..." He laughed out, his fingernails suddenly black claws, and carved tfour gashes into the senior's cheek before pressing his hand to the senior's cuts, lighting his hand on fire and cauterizing them closed. Then, he lifted his foot and kicked the senior, sending him flying. "Get that filth out of my sight."
Students scrambled to take the senior away, everyone else simply fleeing. Everyone except an eleven-year-old witch from the class ahead of him.
"What?" Damon asked.
"You don't have any friends, do you?" she asked.
"And?" Damon asked. "I like it that way. Why would I want to be friends with a bunch of insignificant pieces of filth like monsters? It's bad enough that I feel like ai need a lava shower just from going to school with them."
"I used to think I was fine without friends too," the girl said. "But then I met Tsukune and Moka. And now I'm so much happier."
"That's nice, so then why don't you run along and play with your little friends then and leave me out of it?" Damon snarled, turning to walk away.
"I'll be your friend if you wa-"
Damon spun, roaring and sending a jet of flame shooting down the hallway, the flames ending just shy of her and making her stumble backward in fear, falling onto her butt. "I don't need friends! Not from some disgusting monster, and certainly not from some pathetic witch who still uses a wand, and is barely old enough to stop wearing diapers! Just get lost you little nuisance!"
He turned and stormed off. He made it about as far as the next classroom before the principal caught him. Five minutes later, he had a month of suspension. He rolled his eyes, walking out of the office and headed to his next class. Then the next, and the next. Finally, the school day ended and he gathered his books, heading to the roof first.
He leaned against the railing and sighed, coughing into his elbow for a moment before setting his arm back down as the girl's face flashed through his mind, lit by his flames and terrified, tears rolling down her cheeks. He sighed. He hadn't wanted her to cry. Just to leave him alone.
"Ah Hell," he grumbled.
He turned, walking back into the school, finding most of thhe students had left already, though he knew she usually stayed late for her club. He sighed. Which was it? Newspaper club, he thought. He made his way through the school for a minute or two before stopping, seeing a lizardman from the witch's class, one with messy black hair, standing with her held against the wall by the throat, her face swollen and bruised, and her nose bleeding. Beside him, another was wiping some blood off of his knuckles.
"Moka's not here to save you this time, you little half-breed bitch!" the lizard snarled.
"Please!" the girl pleaded. "I'm...sorry!"
"You're going to regret not getting eaten the last time!" the lizardman snarled, extending his right hand's claws, only to freeze as Damon placed his own black claws to the guy's neck, poised to rip both jugular and carotid wide open.
"Would you like to know how much of this hallway I can repaint with your blood before you expire?" Damon asked calmly.
"You've got a lot of balls threatening me from behind, you fucking cowardly bitch!" the lizardman snarled, looking back at him, but clearly not recognizing him.
His friend gaped at him, already backing away. "Are you out of your mindd!?"
"Why?" the lizardman asked.
"P-Please don't hurt me!" the other one panicked. "I-I'm not with him! I swear!"
"Oh yes you are," Damon said. "Unless you bloodied your knuckles on someone else's face. Or does your coursge end at beating up helpless little girls?"
The lizardman holding the witch dropped her, only for Damon to grab him by the throat, slamming him into the ground before looking up at the other.
"Kneel or I rip his throat out!" Damon snarled.
The lizardman fled, his pinned friend shouting in fear and anger. Damon rollerolled his eyes and hurled his captive into the other, then walked after them, pinning both to the ground with his hands, claws pressing between their eyeballs and the top of their eyesockets.
"Apologize," Damon snarled. "Now."
Both begsn to sob out apologies. Damon allowed it to go on for almost a minute before slamming both of their heads into the ground and k ocking them out. Then, he ripped their clothes off, leaving them in their underwear and shoved them into a broom closet, melting the latch into place. As soon as he finished, the girl's arms wrapped around him from behind.
"Thank you!" she said. "Does this mean we're friends?"
"No," he said flatly. "I don't need friends. Now let go of me so I can leave."
"Not until you say we're friends," she said.
"I could just burn you off," he pointed off.
"But you won't," she smiled up at him.
He groaned. "Women. I swear, you all exist specifically to make men's lives hard."
"And..."
"Fine," he growled. "We're...firiends."
"No take-backsies!" she smiled, stepping back. "There! And now you're not alone!"
"I like being alone," Damon said. "Fuck this. I'm going to bed."
He left, heading back to the dorm, coughing as he climbed the stairs. Then, he climbed into his bed, grumbled to himself for a moment about girls being annoying, and fell asleep.
Damon sighed as he sat in the library where he was serving his suspension. Without a teacher. He sighedb putting his feet on the table and leaning back.
"Feet off the table," the intercom said.
"Oh for fuck's sake!" Damon snapped, putting his feet down. "Anything else, oh great overlord of my boredom?"
"No that's it," the intercom said.
"Yup. The day I graduate, I'm burning the school."
He sat in silence for an hour before he got bored and began to carve designs into the table. By the time the school day ended, the entire table was filled with a massive, and extremely detailed, scene of an army of devils fighting against an army of monsters. Mostly meaning that the devils were massacring the fleeing monsters and a few that were slightly harder tonfind were being graphically raped. Though it would probably take until the end of his suspension for them to be found.
He walked out of the school and stopped, finding Moma, Tsukune, the school's resident Succubus Kurumu, and the little witch he had saved waiting for him. Everyone but the witch groaned.
"This is who we're waiting for?" Tsukune asked.
"You're getting pretty ballsy there, New Kid," Damon said, walking over. "Feeling pretty proud of needing to be protected by your girlfriend all the time?" He lifted the cross hanging from Moka's neck, his hand hissing loudly and smoking for a moment before he dropped it, his hand regenersting.
Tsukune stared at the ground in shame. "That's not...I mean..."
"Relax New Kid," Damon said. "I don't care. You're not worth getting mad at. What the hell are you all doing here anyway?"
"Yukari said she had a new friend she wanted to invite to join the newspaper club," Kurumu said. "If we'd known it was you, we wouldn't have bothered."
"Yeah, I'm being held prisoner with enough of my time already," Damon said. "Solid pass on the nerd club, thanks."
He walked past them, heading back toward the dorms.
Damon yawned as he sat in Art Class. He hated being graded for his art. He carved to deface, or pass the time. He painted with blood when he was fighting. He wasn't an artist.
"Just paint whatever's in your heart," the teacher said as she was passing.
"What's in my heart," he repeated. "You want ms to paint what's in my heart?"
"That's right," she nodded.
"Fuck it," he shrugged, picking up the red paint can and splashing it on the paperb then using a roller to cover the entire thing, setting a tarp below it, and the roller in its tray.
"Aaannnd...what is this?" the teacher asked.
"Blood," Damon said, walking toward the door. "I don't know about you, but that's what's in my heart."
He heard the teacher's exasperated sigh, as well as a few snickers from around the room. He smirked. That was probably a detention. And just when he had gotten off of suspension, too. Shame.
He covered his mouth as he coughed, then grunted to clear his throat and walked up to the roof. He leaned on the railing and sighed. He was being too open. He needed to stop. He didn't need friends. He didn't want them. But if he wasn't careful, people would start trying to be his friends.
"Why are you up here?" the bitch asked. "Looking for a good ambush point?"
"Enjoying the fresh air," Damon said. "I'd ask you why you're here, but I really don't care."
"Then why do you keep following me from one school to the next?" she asked.
"Follow you!?" he scoffed, turning to her. "Me!? Now that's funny! You should consider doing comedy. That is, if you ever get over your day job of stalking that poor kid. You do realize I've been here a year before you showed up, right?"
"So?" she asked. "You're at Yokai. A monster academy. You're not a monster. You're a devil. You have your own school. Why come here?"
Damon smirked, turning back to the railing. "Maybe I came for the hot chicks."
"Oh, you mean the disgusting monster filth that you so frequently get in trouble for beating half to death for no reason?" she asked.
"Oh please, those two iguana fuckers in the closet deserved that," Damon said.
"Not them," she said. "The rest of them. The one that called you a name you didn't like, the one that stepped on yohr foot, the o e who looked at you for too long, the one who's face you didn't like."
"It looks much better now," Damon said.
"He's dead," she said.
"Exactly," Damon smirked. "Much better."
She sighed heavily. "Just stay away from me."
"You followed me up here," he reminded her as she left.
Once the door had slammed shut, he coughed into his elbow, then cleared his throat, spitting whatever he got over the side of the school.
"Fucking cold air," he snarled.
After a bit, he headed back inside just in time to collect his things and head to the next class. He suffered through three more before lunch, where Yukari sat across from him, everyone staring.
"No," he said, stsnding and walking over to the trash, dumping whatever food was left and heading back up to the roof.
As he leaned on the railing, he sighed as he smelled Kurumu approaching. She stopped behind him and he turned to her, glaring.
"What?" Damon asked.
"I want you to help me steal Tsukune," Kurumu said.
"Why in the nine circles of Hell, the seven deadly sins, or the seven levels of Purgatory would I ever feel inclined to help you steal Tsukune?" Damon asked flstly.
"Because if you do, I'll help you kill Mizore Shirayuki," Kurumu said.
"And why the fuck would I want that?"
"Your family's have been fighting for generations," Kurumu said.
"And that feud has been over since before Mizore existed," Damon said. "Besides the fact that if I did want her dead, why the fuck would I ever need the help of some pathetic lower-class devil prostitute, who doesn't even know how her own powers work, like you?"
Kurume glared at him. "You don't have to be a dick about it."
"Does the word Devil mean anything to you?" Damon asked.
Kurumu huffed and walked away. Damon yawned, covering his mouth and leaning on the railing. After a while, he walked down to his next class, walking in late and sitting down in his usual seat by the window, staring out of it in silence. So many fucks that he didn't give. Eventually, they were allowed to leave for the day and he walked out of the school, only to stop as he found a group of students wearing black suits, a couple with bokken in their belts, waiting for him.
"Really now," Damon smirked. "You guys really want to do this again? Here of all places?"
"You're a danger to the school," the leader, a guy with long blonde hair, said, drawing his bokken.
"That was what you said last year," Damon said. "Right before I hung you from the flag pole by your underwear."
The guy shifted uncomfortably, wincing. "That's not going to happen again."
"You're right," Damon said. "This time, I'm just going to bhrn your clothes off and throw you into the girl's locker room."
"You disgusting vermin!" a spiderwoman to the guy's right said.
"Says the literal insect," Damon said, crossing his arms behind his back. "Well? I'm waiting. Who's first?"
"Enough!" a voice behind Damon snapped. "Leave, all of you. You're not going to attack a student without cause, especially not him, and especially not here."
Damon turned, staring at the principal, Tenmei Mikogami. Damon rolled his eyes. "I'm not taking the blame."
"Leave, Mister Faust," Tenmei said.
He shrugged, taking care to ram his shoulder into the blonde guy's shoulder on the way past. Then, he headed to bed.
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