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Prank War

Damon coughed into his elbow, groaning and pressing a hand against his forehead. He hated the cold. He always felt like death. He sighed as he reached the roof and sat down, starting to pick at his lunch. He had slept for two more days after the Mermaid incident, then had been acting like business as usual for three since he woke up, except that he couldn't find Mizore. He could smell her, but whenever he got close, something would happen and she'd slip away. He had finally given up. Besides, he'd bump into her eventually. He coughed into his elbow, spitting out some mucus before returning to eating.

"You sound sick," Mizore said from behind him.

"I am," Damon said, pushing himself up and turning toward her, right hand holding the left side of his ribs, which had been aching since he woke up. "Why'd you do it? Wby'd you save me?"

"Who said it was me?" she asked.

"You're right, it was probably the other Abominable Snow Woman in this school," Damon said sarcastically. "I recognize your handiwork, Mizore. Why'd you save me?"

"I was passing by and you needed help," Mizore said. "It was just on a whim."

"And the extra punishment?" Damon asked.

"So they'd learn their lesson," Mizore said.

Damon stared at her in silence. There was more to it, and it was bothering him that he couldn't tell what it was. Finally, he sighed, sitting down and beginning to pick at his food. After a moment of her just standing there, he glanced back at her and sighed, holding out the slice of cake they had given him.

"If you're going to stay, at least sit down," he said.

She hesitated befoee accepting the cake and sitting down, taking a cautious bite of the cake. After a moment, she swallowed and looked over at him. "You really don't have any plans to attack me, do you?"

"No," Damon said. "Our families have had enough bloodshed." He raised a hand to his head. "I can remember it, you know? All of it. When my family died, I gained their memories."

"So then...you know how it began?" Mizore asked.

"Yeah," Damon nodded. "I know. And before you ask, no, I won't tell you. Trust me. It wouldn't make you feel better to know."

Mizore nodded, continuing to eat her cake. As she swallowed the last bite, Damon stood, picking up his tray.

"Thank you," Damon said. "For saving my life. And I'm sorry in advance."

Mizore stood and spun, preparing herself for an attack, only to find him walking away. "Sorry for what?"

"The laxatives in the cake," Damon smirked back at her. "I hereby challenge you to a prank war."

Her eyes widened just as her stomach girgled loudly. Then, she sprinted past him, shrieking horrible names at him the entire way into the school. He chuckled, then walked back to the cafeteria and dumped his tray before heading to class. After school had ended, he walked to the girl's bathroom and knocked, hearing ber voice groan from inside. He chuckled as Yukari was walking past.

"Hey, Yukari," Damon said, stopping her. "Can you do me a favor? Take this medicine to the girl in here?" He handed her the laxative's antidote equivalent.

"Sure," Yukari nodded.

"Make sure not to tell her it's from me until after she takes it," Damon said. "She doesn't trust me, for good reason, but this really will help."

Yukari nodded. "Okay. See you at the club meeting."

He nodded and walked to the classroom where the newspaper club always met and slid the door open, only to stop, staring at Moka and Tsukune, who had been about to kissb but who violently jerked away from each other as the door opened.

"Don't stop on my account," Damon said, sliding the door closed. "So, while I've got you two alone, what exactly happened that night I found you and Kuyou by the pool?"

"Moka gave me her blood, I turned into a vampire temporarily, like you thought I would, and I beat the shit out of Kuyou," Tsukune said. "Then the next day, this troll guy tried to fight me because he didn't think I was strong enough to beat Kuyou, so Moka let me borrow her powers again to beat him. The first time I have no memory of, but the second time I can remember a little."

"I see," Damon nodded. "And why was I on the bottom of the pool being Mermaid food for three days?"

"You what!?" both gasped.

"Yeah," Damon nodded. "One of Kuyou's manservents knocked me into the pool and that bitch Tamao held me under and fed on me for three days before someone, not any of you, finslly found me minutes before I could die."

"You can breathe underwater for three days?" Tsukune asked.

"Smooth dodge," Damon growled. "Yes, ever since that disgusting fish cunt kissed me, I can breathe underwater, as long as I don't mind the water boiling both outskde and in as I breathe."

"Oh," Tsukune said. "I...I'm sorry. I was asleep for a day after I used up Moma's blood the first time."

"And I was taking care of him," Moka said. "And the others didn't notice you were missing."

Damon opened his mouth but stopped. She had a point. They weren't in the same class, so it wasn't really surprising they didn't notice. But still.

"We're sorry," Moka said. "We didn't know, or else we would have come after you."

Damon sighed. "Forget it. It doesn't matter anymore anyway."

Just then, the door opened and Yukari walked in. "That girl said to tell you...You're...w-well..."

"Oh I'm sure her language was very colorful," Damon chuckled.

"She said she accepts your challenge, too," Yukari said. "What did you do?"

"Laxative cake," Damon smirked, sitting down.

"Ew!" Tsukune said. "That's gross!"

"What are laxatives?" Moma asked.

"It's a medicine that makes it easier to tske a shit," Damon said. "Take too much, though, and you won't be abld to stop."

Moka grimaced just as Gin walked in, followed shortly after by Kurumu.

"Alright, let's get to work," Gin said.

Damon sat down at his desk and stopped, frowning. Something was off. He moved to stand, but couldn't. His frown dropped into an annoyed expression as he looked up, seeing a circle with symbols and a five-pointed star inside carved into the ceiling above himself. A spell circle that trapped devils inside of it, which deviks were incapable of tampering with, and had to be let out by another person. He couldn't move out of his chair. He nodded, smirking to himself. Well played. Point, Mizore. He sat through class, then throught the rest of the day until lunch. Once lunch arrived, Mizore sat in front of him, brushing her violet bangs to the side, then began to slowly eat her food, watching him silently the whole time, her usual lollipop stuck in her cheek as she chewed.

Damon didn't bother asking her to let him out, and sure enough, she didn't do so until the school day was over, by which time his desk top had become a detailed picture of chinese-style serpentine dragons, which were actually a type of lower-class demons, fighting more western-style ones with a muscular body between their neck and tail with four legs and wings coming off of them, which were the higher-class of demons, specifically Fire Demons, like his family. Although, they tried not to transform fully like that, since it was harder to compact their massive bodies into a human form for them than it was for other types of monsters.

"Well played," Damon smirked as Mizore let him out. "I didn't think you knew that one."

"That was the first one I was taught," Mizore said.

"I see," Damon nodded. "Makes sense."

Then, he branched off, heading toward the newspaper club's classroom, planning out his next prank.

Damon smirked as he leaned agsinst the wall, watching Mizore carefully inspect the box. She knew it was from him. He wrote his name on the card warning her as such. But, she looked up at him, shrugged, and opened it anyway. Mud sprayed out of the box and covered her. Her emotionless expression didn't change, but as she dropped the box, he got the feeling he'd be paying dearly for that. He walked over and handed her a damp towel, which she accepted silently, beginning to wipe herself off.

A few hours later, as he was headed up to the roof for lunch, he opened the door and four cans of Gillette whaving cream that had been enchanted emptied their contents onto him before dropping to the ground. He nodded slowly, wiping it off of his eyes before staring down at his ruined food. He nodded again. Not bad.

She handed him the same damp towel he had given her and he begsn to clean himself before she handed him a fresh lunch and they headed out onto the roof to eat.

Damon sighed, stretching as he walked into his room from delivering a stink bomb to Mizore's room. He stepped into the shower and turned the knob. A burst of cold water hit him, bur ing him and drawing a sjrprised and pained shout from him, sending him staggering backward into the wall, before flames replaced the water. He leaned his head back against the wall, smirking.

"Alright," Damon smirked. "I deserved that one."

He pushed off the wall, finishing his fire shower before heading to bed.

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