Title: Hellspawn
Chapter: 5/?
Characters: Shiemi, Amaimon, Rin, Shura, Mephisto,
Genre: Angst, start-Fluff!
Summary: "So yeah, he might've been captivated by his brother's 'state' but it was normal to want and see his sibling, wasn't it?"
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's purely fan made for fun... or tears.
Warning: No beta'd, etc. anime!ver, AU, prob OOC (I try to keep it as canon as I can *sigh*), cursing and also slight brocon. Okay mah first try at getting Rin happy after all the crying and shit he went through~ (*wheezes in the distance*) Guys I need to know, what would you want to see next (as I'm short on ideas, lol) + I'm going with the flow and next chappie is gonna be the last one of the Arc1 Alone so yeah; Yukio's gonna wake with a blast ~(^w^~) Be kind and R&R ALSO USE YOUR IMAGINATION WHEN READING x3 (*hides back under carpet*)
"Ohayou, Yuki-chan..." greeted a soft, feminine voice. Warm breeze ruffled light-blonde hair, it's owner smiled and then continued, clearly enjoying this beautiful day.
"How are you? I hope you're still as happy as you can, being wherever you are now. Well..." girl's voice lightened. "Rin... He's getting better, I thought I'll inform you as you're not really with us any more. He came back to cram school as well. Of course... There's a clear dislike of the new Anti-Demon's Pharmacology teacher from his side but the fact stands that he's actually came back."
There was a silent pause in her one-sided conversation, girl obviously was thinking something through. When she spoke again there were tears swirling in her big, green eyes but otherwise she was smiling brightly.
"Yukio" she whispered while another gust of wind swept her free blonde wisps into the air. "After... you..." A sniff followed this couple words and she shook her head angrily, cheeks rosy from irritation. "Rin, he... You have no idea how he acted when you've been gone. I thought that it was his way of coping with your... passing but soon enough I understood... it wasn't it. I saw right through his façade, that mask he kept on wearing every day – acting as if nothing really happened. But it did and I... might've gotten angry... Told him a few things that I'm going to regret for the rest of my life..."
Another sniff escaped but this time she needed to rub her eye – even if just slightly. Next words that slipped her mouth were muffled by thus sleeve. "Please don't hate me for this... Yukio. I'm sorry." She inhaled fresh air and waited for her heart to calm down, only then she spoke on.
"We all miss you, you were that one person that was always there, you know? Not only that but you were the best, Dragoon and Doctor at such age – a real prodigy." At simple thought of her Okumura-sensei, she smiled – eyes closed and cheeks flushed a bit. "You're our inspiration to keep going. To get stronger. Mine, Bon's, Shima's, Izumo's, Konekomaru's... Rin's. Everybody's really" at that she couldn't help but to chuckle. Her eyes opened and gazed at engraved name on cold, harsh stone. "I am really happy that we had a chance to meet."
When everything was said and done, she lightly swept her hand over grey gravestone and breathed deeply – trying to get a hold of herself.
"I guess you're still watching over him, even now. Thank you. Thank you for everything, Yuki-chan. Also I think you'll be pleased to hear that our Rin is back. He's smiling again and these smiles aren't fake; he pesters Bon like there was no tomorrow but they don't really fight any more... Still... We will always miss you. It's just... not the same without..."
Sniffing for the last time, girl trembled but stood back from her crouching position. Unfortunately her knees - from being bend for quite some time in a funny position – gave from under her weight with sudden movement and she lost her footing. To her luck however a strong hand reached towards her shoulder and kept her upright before she could fall face down onto the ground.
"Shiemi-chan?"
Girl – Shiemi – turned abruptly towards her saviour and huffed immediately, face flushed and eyes narrowed.
"Amai-chan!" she raised her voice but barely. Her face was clearly red with embarrassment from her own clumsiness. Wind took that exact moment to once again ruffle her blonde hair, a-bit-too-long fringe partially obscuring her vision. "Don't scare me like that! It's not nice!"
Amaimon cocked his head to the side, lollipop rolling around his mouth. "I was here entire time..?" he said, not understanding girl's ire. He let his brows rise. "You told me to bring you here, so I did?"
Shiemi flushed with an even more vivid red colour, brushing black-nailed hand off her shoulder. "Yes, I asked you to bring me here" she repeated, now inhaling and speaking as if to a five-year-old child and not five-hundred-old demon. "But I don't remember telling you to watch over me... Huh..." a sudden thought crossed her mind and she momentarily paled. "How long are you here?"
Amaimon sighed completely bored and crossed hands behind his head, then continued to eye one of the trees that stood not-so-far away to finally shrug and roll his lollipop in mouth. "Since we came here. It's not as if I had anything better to do."
At that Shiemi blanched. It wasn't going to be one of these days, was it? Even thinking about it made a goosebumps spread over her body. Trying hard to keep control over the situation, she breathed and sighed. "Oh, well... I'm finished now. I'm going to walk back home if you don't mind... so you're free to do whatever you want" she spoke calmly, inwardly sweating. She moved slowly ahead, not sparing her 'familiar' a glance – that usually worked, when she just ignored him, but... "I'm not going to need your help today."
With a sigh of relief she walked off from Amaimon, strangely wondering about his silence. If there was one thing that she was afraid of – then it was the silence, because frankly he'd get the wildest ideas when silent. That left her with only once choice – which was to sneak off quietly and without triggering Amaimon's inner alarm.
She was almost half-way out the cemetery when she felt a pull on her throat – as if invisible chain was placed around it – and staggered back few steps. Now sweating even more, she reached with her hand towards the pull and choked.
"Where do you think, you're going? I'm not finished yet" stated Amaimon, curling his fist around the other end of the invisible link that hang between them. Feeling more and more emotions radiating from his human, he smirked – only his fangs showing. "Shiemi-chan, I'm bored. Let's go and play some..." and with that he tugged on chain to see Shiemi fall onto her bottom and groan painfully.
With few tears in her eyes, she rounded at demon. "But I'm not in the mood for your games! Not today... I have many things to do. Unlike you."
Amaimon frowned upon hearing harsh tone. "You asked something of me and now I will ask something of you."
Shiemi shook her head. "You can't force me to do anything and you know it, just as I won't force you to! It's not how things work around in Assiah, Amaimon."
His eye twitched. "What's the point of having you as my human then?" he deadpanned, his face going sober and strange light shining from his twitching eye. "I was having so much fun before you stupidly summoned me!"
Crawling back, Shiemi blinked somehow entranced by pure evil aura that swirled around Amaimon in that one moment. She gulped, paling more. "Amai-mon... I..." she paused thinking their situation through, in truth their bond was really an accident – a stupid one at that, and it certainly wasn't her fault! "It's your fault!" After a moment she snapped, green eyes hard and finger ready to smear with blood small piece of paper. "If you didn't obey me then nothing would ever happened!"
By now Amaimon was furious. "You can't blame me!" he countered, crossing his arms and huffing. "I went away because I didn't want to be in that place, not with all of you. As if anything, it's your fault!" he added, childishly pointing finger at Shiemi. Upon seeing and hearing that she jumped to her feet and curled fists at sides.
"What?!" she shouted, red-faced. "It's not!"
"It is!"
"Is not!"
"It is!"
"Is not!"
Amaimon – who unconsciously stepped closer to his human – now towered above her, wanting to beat some brain into her but couldn't. Not for as long as Okumura-kun was alive anyway. So he gridded his pointy teeth and snarled loudly, echo resonating through entire graveyard.
"You told me to go away!" It was truth, she said just that and nothing more nor less and he being slightly dazed from sudden change of scenery, ported away – not realising that he was summoned by a common human. That was the story, nothing fancy. And that's how they ended like this. "So it's your fault!"
Shiemi did not relent though, as if anything she kept on talking. "Oh really, mister demon king of earth?" she mocked him, breathing deeply, her soul burned. "How I was supposed to know that I summoned you of all demons on the world? You kept on popping out from time to time anyway, so it wasn't strange when it happened... A-and you... you... Afterwards... You actually dared to bound me to yourself too! That's just sick! What kind of a demon does that?"
"Well, I won't let any human have his hands on me" Amaimon concluded, straightening and frowning down his nose. "At first I wanted to kill you..." Shiemi gasped, shuddering angrily. "But after talk with brother I understood that you're not worth the trouble, still I couldn't just let you walk away as if nothing happened, because it did..." he added, now raising his right hand into the air. In Assiah there was nothing between them but if one glanced into mirror-reflection of that world - into Gehenna – then would see a thick chain tied around Amaimon's palm which stretched towards a heavy looking collar that was clasped around Shiemi's throat. "No human will be a God of me."
Shiemi at that faltered a bit, knowing that she really couldn't win with a demon king. So she did what she always did. Pouting, she looked down on her feet. "What do you have in mind then?"
By that Amaimon smiled, lollipop rolling around and then took it out with a slight pop. Oh he was enjoying himself a bit too much with his human. "Some fun of course!" he mentioned, smacking his lips loudly. Shiemi at that sighed, her shoulders slumping a bit more – it seemed she was used to that by now.
"Mephiland? Again?" she groaned inwardly. To think there were times when she was excited to visit the place.
Amaimon nodded slightly. "Of course! Where can we have more fun than there?" he pondered, for a second thinking hard. Then he brushed it off and clasped his hand onto Shiemi's shoulder. Lollipop popped once more into mouth, he cheered like a five-year-old. "To Mephiland!" and both of them disappeared in a blink.
A lone two-tailed cat shook his head in worry upon seeing thus situation, unlike his companion with polka-dotted bow-tie who smiled, excitedly waving tail around.
...
Day held a promise of a quite warm upcoming days. Sun already shone brightly and blue sky was clear as ever but around Old Boy's Dormitory a chilly cloud of misery still hang mercilessly. Yes, there was that specific stillness around the place, eerie silence not interrupted even by a chirp of a bird.
Sometime later in a room 602, Rin Okumura sat quietly staring at one particular thing in his hand. His blue eyes kept on sliding along a thing that was his past and future.
Cracked surface however stood out a way too much.
Sighing, Rin softly slid his hand along once perfect blade, now useless and chipped. To truth be told, he haven't reached for it in months. As the Kurikara was destroyed once again, there wasn't any way to restore it to it's previous glory. Well, so it seemed back then. For months he'd have to learn and practice – alone – to control his flames.
It was a very difficult time for him, especially with Yukio's death.
Reminiscing few past months, Rin clutched the blade in hand. So, yeah... It was a fucking nightmare, those past months. Even now he could barely believe that he didn't end up like his twin in the first place, because like he said before: there was no Rin if there's no Yukio who was taken from him in a blink of an eye.
How would anybody feel if they woke up one day to see a pair of cracked glasses sitting silently in a chair that should be occupied by the one person that was always by one's side?
Devastated.
And that's how he felt at first. Of course he still remembers - clear as a day - the pain and the tears that just couldn't stop coming. Every single time he'd do something or say, he'd forget himself - unconsciously look behind him, as if to ire Yukio to his pleasure – and then pause, for a very long time until reality would slap him in the face, to remind him that his twin was gone.
Week later, oh how fucking terrible the funeral was – even now cold shivers ran down his back upon remembering it. There were tears, so many fucking tears. And that photo of Yukio's smiling face staring back at all of them and he couldn't... he couldn't... Only afterwards, when everybody finally left him alone, he let go – he wailed and screamed out all his hurt and rage. But even then, slouched above the gravestone of his twin, he couldn't stop that burning inside him. It wasn't a catharsis but something shifted in his perception of reality back then, some words he heard decade before floated back to him and he stood up a different man.
That was the day when he snapped, when he realised that everything Yukio made him feel was pain and sadness. And he hated it, that hopelessness. So throwing angrily his bouquet in a general direction of a gravestone with disdain, he walked away – his back stiff, his resolve strong as ever.
Back in his dormitory - presently - as Rin exhaled deeply looking around their room, he felt so small and stupid. Gone was the stuff Yukio used, gone were his books, his uniforms... Shit, well everything. Because in his greatest moment of weakness he couldn't even stand the view of his twin's belongings and he simply packed everything and threw away. It wasn't as if Yukio was going to come back for it anyway. Well, crud. Rin chuckled bitterly under nose, his eyes now resting over empty opposite bed.
Yukio was going to kill him once he'd wake, that was for sure.
Groaning some, he leaned back onto his bed and lied down. After few seconds he raised his hand with Kurikara in it. The blade was destroyed completely and that was a fact, but even so Mephisto - why after so many months? – insisted to bring it to him, for whatever reason. Maybe he found a way to fix it?
Nah, impossible! Huffing, he actually sat back and glanced at his watch. It said it was sometime near dinner time. With a very tired sigh he neatly secured the blade in the red cloth before slipping it over his shoulder. Messing his hair some, he reached for his – or rather Yukio's old - Exorcist keys and turned one of it inside his room's lock.
When he stepped through doors, he found himself in a long corridors of True Cross Academy. Of course, he shouldn't be using the keys so recklessly but he didn't care really. Besides before he actually stepped out his room, he checked if there was anybody in a corridor, so... Yeah, he was clear.
Fiddling with closing a lock for some time, after he managed to finally shut it he moved ahead towards principal's office – where Mephisto was waiting for him.
As he walked through corridors of his day school, he kept on pondering over the meaning of Mephisto's order. What would that old geezer do with it anyway? If he remembered correctly – his sword's blade was made of a very rare, consecrated metal that's not available nowhere in the entire world, so... The question stood, what Mephisto needed his Kurikara for?
Not surprisingly though when he turned around a corner – very recklessly on his side – his thoughts were cut short by a body of a girl that he practically slammed into.
Not thinking much, as he stumbled back, he snarled towards the girl. "Watch how you're walking?!"
The girl seemed unfazed by him though, as she stood still and only eyed him up and down. Then she sighed – as if disappointed – and pushed up her cat-like glasses. A move that stroke a cord in Rin – being weirdly familiar. "So you're Rin Okumura, huh?" she spoke deliberately her glasses shining.
Rin – still somehow caught off-guard – curled his fists but balked. "My fame is preceding me I see" he said smirking afterwards. "Unlike yours...?"
The girl crossed her arms over her small chest. "Kyoko" she acknowledged, lips pursed.
"Kyoko-chan!" Rin instantly jumped towards her, smiling and trying – really hard – to look manly. But she didn't look impressed at all, maybe wondering about his mental health a bit but nothing more, really. "That's really pretty name!"
Girl – Kyoko – sweatdropped little, before keeping her calm stance. "Thank you" she nodded and then side-stepped Rin, apparently continuing on her way.
Unbeknown to her however – when their arms brushed – a very strange vibe spread along Rin's limb, at which his eyes widened. Not only that but a warm, comforting flutter made his soul sing, as if it recognized his own. To truth be told he was grounded on the spot, trying to catch as much details of that girl as he could.
She... it felt familiar. As if he felt it before, a deja vu sorts of? Curious thing was that even his link - he shared with Yukio - trembled in anticipation. What does that meant? Gulping, Rin needed to snap back to the real world and when it happened he blinked. Once, twice. Before he took off in a wild run towards Mephisto's office.
...
Minutes later, when Rin finally reached the corridor with headmaster's office – he let out a deep breath, feeling a bit winded. Slowing down, he continued on his way over to the doors, walking past few students that were probably on theirs way to clubs they belonged into.
Sighing some more, he frowned – thinking hard about the strange occurrence from before. That glasses-wearing girl... when she side-stepped him... what was that stirring inside him? Was that... A sudden thought popped up in his mind, practically throwing him onto his knees – because no, it couldn't be, could it?
A true love? A soulmate!
Gulping happily, stars instead of eyes – Rin lost himself for a second over there. He imagined the girl... What was her name again? Kyoko? Yes, that was it – Kyoko. He imagined Kyoko smiling towards him softly, her cheeks rosy and eyes closed happily. Her short bouncy hair falling over her shoulders lightly, fringe soon following with every movement of her supple body. KYAAAAA! She was so cute, Rin almost fainted from all the cuteness but then...
Her face morphed – dispersed – into Yukio's, still smiling and all but unlike the girl - only tips of Yukio's ears were flushed, a very slight patch of pink over his nose...
Well that for sure slapped Rin back to earth. Terrified of the vision he just saw, he panted – sweatdropping – at his own imagination. Before he could actually start his inner ranting, he heard two voices talking from behind principal's office doors – whom he stood before, for God knew how long now.
Flush he had on his face slowly faded, as he found the conversation quite interesting. To catch more details of it he pressed his ear towards wooden door.
On the other side of them chat went on.
"You owe me 1713.4550 Yen for that, Kirigakure-sensei" said Mephisto, slouching in his armchair with a sly look attached to his face. He looked as if he waited for this talk to happen for a long time and now was enjoying himself as much as he could. "You lost, just like I said you would."
Red-haired, busty woman in a very skimpy outfit glowered under her nose, crossing arms. "I was close enough" she answered, narrowing her eyes. "Ye won by two months – only, Pheles-san."
Mephisto laughed, his façade changing in a blink. "Like I said before, I knew that our dear half-demon won't loose control of his flames for a long time. I'm glad that he managed to do that for as long as he did" a strange light shone from his eye then and he smirked. "I need to thank him for that once he gets here."
Upon hearing this Shura frowned, twisting her lip some. "And what do ye wanna achieve by doing so?"
Mephisto shrugged nonchalantly at that. "Just entertain myself."
With an even deeper frown, Shura continued. "What's been yer true plan for Okumura-kun and his twin, Mephisto?"
He cocked his head nonchalantly. "I think you know" but as if to deny it she shook her head, closing eyes. "Ne, Shura-san do you miss Yukio-kun?"
A tremble went down hers spine at sudden change of topic, she didn't move an inch however. Opening one eye, she stared at Mephisto curiously. "Where did that come from?"
"Just wondering" he answered honestly, his smile not thinking about ever coming down from his face. "Even though he's healing there's not any assurance that you're going to see him in your lifetime again, is there?"
Shura sighed, her body language changing. Now she let her arms fall limply to her sides, staring openly at him. "Ye, I realise that. But as long as he comes out healthy and all, I'm fine with it..." after saying these words she turned around, her back facing Mephisto. "Besides he's not the only one that I miss..." her words trembled but just little. "There's a lot of people that keep me going. Scaredy-cat was one of them – that's for sure, but not the only one."
Ending their little chatter, Shura then walked ahead – apparently to end their little chat.
"It must really piss you off to know that while you're getting older, Okumura-kun might be the only one that might welcome back Yukio-kun once he wakes up."
Upon those words Shura halted, her hand on the doorknob but with a sigh she tipped her head down. "There's still many years ahead of me and one of those years I will kick Yukio's ass for all troubles he got us into."
Barely few second later a click echoed in a corridor and a loud thump followed with a very painful groans afterwards. Shura stood still for a moment before her mind processed the view ahead of her. With each passing second a more and more visible vein appeared on her forehead.
Rin on the other hand kept on caressing his bumped head, his tail uncurling from around his torso and popping out from collar.
"Shit!" he cried out, looking frantically around – in hopes nobody saw that. With tears in corners of his eyes, he glared at his older companion. "Why not warn when you're getting out?!"
Shura chuckled darkly, leaning down towards Rin. A very dark aura radiating around her. "Do ye know..?" she stated dangerously. "That eavesdropping is not healthy? One might get hurt when caught red-handed."
At that Rin smiled – or rather tried to. Playing it off, he laughed aloud – one hand waving playfully. "I happened to come by just now..."
Shura however did not believe him, standing upright and sighing. "Whatever" she shrugged the matter off and continued to step over stunned Rin. When she was already on the corridor, she walked away nonchalantly. However she couldn't help but to throw a sly, "Rin-kun, shut yer mouth or ye gonna catch a fly..." over her shoulder.
Rin's senses kicked in right then and he jumped to his feet, his tail now completely wiggling it's way out from under shirt to flail around.
"Shura-san!" he shouted but upon seeing her disappearing figure, he resigned from trying to get her attention. Actually that reminded him of the reason why he came over there in the first place. With a sweep of his tail he jumped and scrambled into headmaster's office, securely shutting the doors behind him.
With a sweatdrop he sighed, hoping that nobody saw his tail.
"It's nice of you to drop in, Okumura-kun" welcomed Mephisto, smiling. His hands curled together while he waited for Rin to acknowledge his presence – which he did with a quick turn and frown. "I believe you're here to deliver your sword..."
At that exact moment Rin sapped angrily and stepped closer towards his forever-enemy. He'd never call Mephisto a friend, not in a million years. "Yeah, I came here for that..." he reached back and slipped Kurikara from his shoulders. He threw it unceremoniously on a desk with a loud thump. "You found a way to fix it then?"
Mephisto eyed the heavy sword before his eyes glanced back at teen. "You may say that."
"Huh?" Rin's mouth hang open, he was very surprised to hear that. "But..." he wondered aloud, blinking. "But I've heard the metal it was made off is impossible to get... Well, more like non-existent anymore." His brows furrowed, curiosity eating at him. "Then how do you want to repair it, clown?"
Mephisto smiled, his slanted eyes narrowing a bit. By now, he was smiling quite devilishly. "You heard good" he agreed simply but then stated just as clearly as a day, "However you don't need such strong material anymore."
"What do ye mean by that?"
"I mean that we're going to replace your blade" Mephisto finally announced, his lip curling even more. "I'll even send our best Exorcists to deliver Kurikara to one old acquaintance of mine, who's happen to be our best shot in supplying our forces."
Rin chuckled and then tsked some, he narrowed his eyes at his companion. "On my ears it sounds more like someone's in your debt... I always knew you're a freak... But to that level, it's beyond me" he mumbled under nose but immediately added much louder, "How old is that acquaintance of yours? Over ninety?"
"No, just bordering his 60s."
Rin frowned blinking. "That's unusual."
Mephisto clucked his tongue, his eyes still watching every move of his pupil. "If that's all..."
But teen had different idea as he suddenly lit up – a light bulb idea? - and he looked super-over-hyper. "Oi, do you know a young girl – I think she's new here – about this height, very slim, small breasts but with this super-cute face with big, round glasses?"
"Huh?" answered over-consciously Mephisto and blinked. However his hands stilled for a second and his eyebrow twitched ever so slightly. "What girl that might be, Okumura-kun?" he played along.
Rin never spotted a lie nor slight divergence from truth. "Ugh... I don't really know her full name. Just – Kyoko" he declared, smiling.
"Really now?" piped in – now very interested – Mephisto, his fingers twiddling together. "You spoke with her?"
At that Rin pointed his finger victoriously at his headmaster's face. "Ha! So you do know her!"
Mephisto only sighed, as if Rin was dumber than he thought he was. So yeah in reality older Okumura was slightly more oblivious to some things than his younger counterpart.
"Of course I know her" he answered after awhile. "She's my student, also the new Senior Prefect of this Academy – Nakamura Kyoko her name is if I remember correctly." By now he wondered what was going on in Rin's head. "It would be impossible if I didn't know who's a Senior Prefect of my own Academy, now would it?"
Rin's head bobbed with agreement. "Yeah, that makes sense. But still, I haven't seen her around before so she must be new or something..."
"Maybe she is, or maybe you're just too blindly following Yukio to care about other people."
"Wha-" Rin couldn't stop his tail from swashing angrily. "W-what's that supposed to mean, clown?!"
Mephisto chuckled under his nose, cryptic as ever. Looking from a corner of his eye, he also couldn't stop his lips from curling into a smirk. "Well, you're all 'Yukio this, Yukio that' nowadays. If I didn't know better I would say that is early stage of a brocon."
Mortified by Mephisto's speech, Rin turned first pale then blue and finally settled with a pale-pink flush over his nose and cheeks. So yeah, he might've been captivated by his brother's 'state' but it was normal to want and see his sibling, wasn't it?
"What are you-! D-don't twist facts, you stupid clown! Leave mine and Yukio's life out of your moe-moe otaku fetishes!"
"I never said that you are a brocon, Okumura-kun."
Rin's flailing about slowed down, until he stopped completely. Now with a tiny flush over his cheeks, he sighed. "I hope you mean it."
"Of course... however" Mephisto checked his big, pink-purple wrist-watch "as much as I want to continue our little tête-à-tête, you need to go now, Okumura-kun. I have important guest to talk with, if you don't mind then..." he nodded towards doors – very politely – and Rin frowned, crossing arms.
"Oh-kay then" Rin turned on heel, his tail swinging... and he stopped, sweatdropping. Crookedly he turned side-ways towards Mephisto – once again mortified by what he needed to do. "Ugh... Can you turn around for a second?"
Mephisto narrowed his eyes, pouting. "Why should I?"
"U-uh... I need to..." Rin motioned to his tail and gulped. As an answer he got a cheeky grin and tilt of a head to the side.
"Go ahead then, I won't bite you."
"Y-yeah b-but..." Rin shuddered, turning around and slowly dropping his jacket to the ground. "It is creepy as fuck" he muttered, gulping once more and reaching for buttons of his shirt. Overall, his embarrassing situation ended quickly, as he couldn't stand burning sensation of Mephisto's eyes on his back. With a last tuck of his shirt's collar, he glowered. "Creepy ass-clown..." and with that stormed out, not looking back once.
Smirk adorned Mephisto's face while he mulled over interesting events of to-day. There was a lot of going on, that was for sure. And it still wasn't everything yet, even more was going to happen and pretty soon as well.
He smiled his usual smile awaiting his guest.
Not long time after a knock echoed on doors and they slid open.
He grinned upon seeing well-known by him bushy head and those cat-like glasses.
"You finally came to see me, I thought you forgot about our meeting."
Girl inhaled, crossing her arms. Her bushy shoulder-length hair bounced with her every step, stance defensible as ever. Her slim hand then pushed higher the glasses onto bridge of her nose, one mole from right cheek staring back at Mephisto. When she spoke there was mock-tone to her voice but no malice whatsoever, it even seemed she was used to talking back to him like that for a long, long time now.
"Well, how could I forget" she said, eyes point-blank on Mephisto's face. "Uncle."