'Sup guys. My moving-out day countdown just hit 3 today. I'm leaving Friday morning and driving all the way up north (not snow-north, just colder-north. [I live south by the beach, so 'colder' isn't that hard to get to hahah]) but it's such a beautiful university! It's location is hilly-country, but it's an hour away from a city, the beach, an amusement park, and yeah. It's literally just about the best place. I love the country.

Erm. Sooo, this is mostly Shiemi's POV, but I put down Yukio's POV because it looked better in the chapters. I'm considered just changing it all to Assaih chapter / Gehenna chapter.

Yeah.

That's what I'm gonna do.

Anyway, ***WARNING: AMAIMON'S POV CONTAINS M-RATED MATERIAL. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND AS YOU CONTINUE READING.***

I mean, he's a demon. You guys wanted an M-rated story. From here on out, this is how it was meant to be written. This story is not for immature children. However, before I freak all of you out, keep in mind that I'm not a disgusting person.

Basically, please be mature.

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Shiemi POV

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The night was cold against her skin. Stars twinkled in the air like diamonds winking above the dark clouds, like snowflakes falling from a pale sky. The moon was bright, a luminous orb above the quiet streets.

Shiemi ran. She ran with everything she had. Her footsteps echoed on the cobblestone road, her breathing faint in the dark night. A lamp flickered as moths assaulted its sickly yellow light, the beats of their wings barely audible.

She didn't know why she was running like she was. Didn't understand what drove her to sprint down the street, her scarf flapping in the wind behind her, as she ran down the winding roads of the Academy. It was as if something was chasing her, like midnight hands stretching out of every shadow, like slender fingers wrapping around her throat, like cold whispers telling her to hurry, to hurry, lest it be too late.

And so she ran. Ran for Yukio, to tell him that she was here for him. That she understood what it was like to lose a person so important to you that the world seemed dull and gray after they were gone. She wanted to tell him that she understood what it felt like to look across the table and expect to see a face, to turn your head to tell that someone a joke, only to realize with cruel brutality that they were gone.

Except, in Yukio's case, there was a slim chance that Rin could come back.

As for Shiemi . . .

. . . her grandmother was lost forever. Forever.

But she stopped blaming herself long ago. She stopped blaming herself when Rin and Yukio visited her in the garden that day, when Rin accidently broke down the gate and then Yukio shot her with some nutrients. However, that memory was hazy, but she distinctly remembered that getting shot didn't hurt. Instead, it was as if all the weight of the world was removed from her shoulders, just as the demon removed itself off of hers.

Shiemi turned her head to the sky, to that bright sky speckled with shining stars.

I wonder, she thought to herself, if I ever said thank you for that.

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Amaimon POV (remember what I said about being mature...?)

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Humans, Amaimon decided, were boring. Mind-numbingly boring, except for purple-eyed boob wonder over there in the corner. He had amused himself by watching her move around, always bobbing around the glasses-human and whispering in his ear. She was, as far as Amaimon understood, drunk.

But he hadn't been around humans long enough to know. Perhaps it was like the drugs of Gehenna, but he knew that those would kill a human; first the sexual madness would set in, and eventually they would simply die of exhaustion and malnutrition, the drug still coursing through their veins.

Amaimon didn't know that it had that effect. When he told Mephisto, the older demon only laughed and said that he discovered that years ago. The trick was to only administer the drug in small amounts; it kept them addicted, and therefore kept them coming back for more.

How else could the headmaster kill so many exorcists for his Gehenna Gate?

However, Amaimon had long grown bored of watching the purple-eyed exorcist jiggle around and glance in his direction. Rin's brother was incredibly boring to watch; constantly cleaning the metal guns, his eyes a thousand miles away.

And, when neither of them were looking, the demon simply walked out of the room. The door shut soundlessly behind him. Amaimon wanted fresh air, the freedom of the sky, to feel the dirt beneath his feet. The only reason he stayed in that room was because they were going to help him rescue Mephisto.

That's it.

There was nothing more than that.

He opened the front door and jumped into the cold night.

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Shiemi POV

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Shiemi turned her head towards the sky, meaning to look at the moon, but she saw something else instead. She frowned -

- and it suddenly landed directly in front of her. She stifled a scream - Rin wouldn't scream - when the cobblestone road cracked and dented at the point of impact. Wind from the blast pushed her blond hair out of her eyes, and her scarf sailed behind her. Her skirt brushed against her thighs until the wind died down.

"Ah. You."

Shiemi, blinking, slowly lowered her arms. There was someone standing in front of her; he was tall, silhouetted by the light of the lamps and the pale glow of the moon. However, there was no mistaking that unicorn horn on top of his head.

"Amaimon," she breathed, taking a step back. Blood gone cold, she reached into her pocket. Her fingers brushed against the smooth paper of her charm; Nii-chan's charm, her little green-man familiar. In this situation, Yukio would calmly annilize the strengths and weaknesses of battle, and then use them to his advantage.

But all Shiemi could do was try to control her erratic breathing as her heart thumped wildly in her chest. She remembered the last time she met the demon Amaimon, though it was like peering through a foggy window. She did, however, remember his long tongue coming closer to her, and then a blast of blue fire.

It went dark after that.

She swallowed thickly. "What do you want?" she demanded.

But Amaimon didn't even register. He scratched his head and yawned. "Are you helping purple-eyes and Rin's brother too?" he asked lazily.

Shiemi blinked. Yukio. "Yes," she said, her hostility fading from her. "Are - Are you?"

"Uh-huh. Here." Amaimon held out his hand. "Come with me."

Shiemi eyed him distrustfully. "To where?"

"To purple-eyes and Rin's brother," Amaimon replied. "To help."

Shiemi frowned as two sides warred within her. One half wanted to take the hand, the other wanted to cut off the entire arm. But he didn't seem as hostile before; he wasn't trying to kill anyone, wasn't trying to kiss her. Instead he seemed most sincere, as if he was honestly going to help her.

It went against everything she had been taught, everything she had experienced, but Shiemi took a deep breath and took the demon's hand.

Yeah, another slow chapter. Sorry. This chapter mostly dealt with Shiemi's emotions. I'm doing my best to weave in the actual story and this fanfic as best as I can, and besides; this will all come to play later. Trust me on this one.

Anyway, this was also my first time dabbling into the M-rated stuff. Got into how Mephisto managed to kill all of those exorcists. Sick and twisted, huh? But these aren't nice guys; these are demons, and they're going to act like it.

Comments!

Dowgma: Well, Rin's emotions have to go somewhere, right? }:) Trust me, the explosion is coming.

Emily Blue Paw: IZUMO. THAT's her face. Thanks hahahah I completely forgot and was too lazy to look it up. Hence, Eyebrows. xD By the way - love all of the reviews! :) thank you!