Ansatsu Kyoushitsu: To Tame a Demon

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Chapter 15

"Ne, nii-san. Are you going to tell me why we're here?"

"You have to be a little more patient, Karma", Kazuo answered to that, glancing back at the younger boy standing behind him. "We'll soon arrive to our destination."

"I know that but why are we here?" the other red head continued to question, speeding up his steps to walk next to his older brother. "The human world… I never thought that you'd bring me here out of free will. Didn't you say that humans are bad?"

"That is one of the reasons we're here", Kazuo calmly said, resting a comforting hand on Karma's shoulder. "Father asked me to show you something—something that humans specialize in."

"Humans?" Karma's golden eyes widened in surprise before a grin appeared on his face. "Those useless things specialize in something? Don't joke around, nii-san."

Kazuo smiled wryly, chuckling at the younger's attitude. "I'm not kidding, Karma. C'mon now." The elder suddenly stopped in front of a big building that seemed like it was going to crumble down any time now. The earth shook, and Karma looked around the empty streets, his sharp ears picking up the sounds of guns and screams even though the actual fight was going on far away from them.

He followed after his older brother as Kazuo stepped inside the abandoned building and started to make his way up the fragile stairs. The two demons skipped through them easily, going all the way up to the roof.

"Take a good look, Karma", Kazuo then said, stopping by the edge of the roof. "This is what humans are."

Karma blinked his eyes at the older demon before turning his gaze slowly to the horizon.

Destruction was what he saw.

Human bodies lying around like weeds in a grass field, the sounds of guns, bombs and agonizing cries filling the whole land as two sides clashed relentlessly. Karma watched carefully with bored eyes as humans slaughtered each other, blood staining the ground red and gunpowder dancing in the wind.

"War?" he mumbled. "Is that what you wanted to show me?"

"Mmn", Kazuo nodded slowly. "Do you what war this is?"

"Isn't this about the Germans fighting against the rest of the world?"

"One day, this war and the one before will be known was World Wars. This one here is World War II. It will be one of the most destructive wars humans have ever started between themselves." Kazuo was silent for a moment before glancing at Karma. "So, what do you think?"

The younger red head just sighed, shaking his head. "Tsk… nothing, really. Humans picking fights with other humans—I'd say that it's pathetic, but demons do that too."

Kazuo smiled. "That is true. But I brought you here because father wanted you to learn something crucial about humans. This is their weakness."

"Wars?"

The older demon chuckled and shook his head. "No, not wars directly. They do weaken them and spread them around like pathetic little ants, but that is not a human's greatest weakness."

"Then, what's that?" Karma asked.

"Their selfishness", Kazuo told him, his golden eyes glimmering coldly as he turned to look at the battlefield again. "Their fear. Humans are ready to do anything to survive, a person will kill hundreds of others to live himself. They'll do horrible things, torture, steal and murder to have what they want. They desire, Karma. And their greed is their downfall, their greatest weakness."

"Greed?"

"Yes. Human's desire is strong indeed but while I don't think they realize this, their greed is also their greatest weakness. We demons don't have that."

Karma stayed silent as his brother continued.

"Demons are fearless creatures, mostly. We do not desire to have things—but we do feed on humans' desires, their greed is our greatest weapon against them. This is why they will never reach us; humans can't give up their want and need, their desire. You do know how the first demon was created, don't you, Karma?"

The younger red head nodded slowly, and Kazuo smiled a little wider. He had heard the story of the first demon from his father countless of times.

The fallen angel…

"Desire destroys, Karma", Kazuo said. "Remember that. We do know that the best, don't we?"

"We do", Karma agreed, sitting on the edge of the roof and watching closely as bombs exploded all around the battlefield. He watched as humans cut each other's throats, shot each other between the eyes—killed without another thought.

They do desire, but… the red head thought as he saw a soldier kill a civilian on the way just to survive himself. Why is that they're starting to remind me more and more of demons?

"Oh", Kazuo suddenly said, glancing at an imaginary clock on his wrist. "It should happen around this time."

"What should?" Karma asked, frowning. His brother had most likely visited one of the Mist Demons that could see a few days in the future—Kazuo liked to do that, so he could watch humans wither in their own demise. Karma didn't particularly care about that; he didn't like it but he didn't complain either, because he did usually accompany his older brother on his trips.

"Japan is going to get wrecked. We should ditch this place and go see the destruction of humans at a whole new level."

Only a few minutes later, Karma was standing at an edge of a cliff, looking down at a small village that had no idea what was going to happen soon. He could see children and their mothers playing outside and men working hard on the rice fields, completely oblivious to the closing danger. Kazuo was standing next to him, smiling peacefully—like he wouldn't know that everyone here was about to die.

"I wonder how many of them are coming to Hell", the older Fire Demon muttered. "Ne, Karma—should we bet on this?"

"At least twenty-five", the younger just swiftly answered.

"Then, I bet that at least thirty-four. Over all, at least eighteen thousand."

Then suddenly, there was this strange sound of whistling and Karma could see something falling from the sky, something obviously big and heavy, far away at the horizon. Kazuo let out a whistle and said: "It's going to get hot soon. But humans are still just playing around—I wonder if their fire even reaches the level of Satan's first flames."

"You must be joking", Karma snorted. "Humans could never reach that."

Kazuo just smiled and suddenly, everything around them exploded. Karma watched with his golden eyes glimmering with boredom as the village was blown to pits and how the destructive wave of heat, dirt and wind gushed past him. Pieces of wood and metal flew all around them and Karma even swore he saw someone's head fly past him as he calmly sat in his position by the cliff.

"It's warm", the red head then mumbled, leaning his head on his knees.

"It is", Kazuo quietly agreed.

They waited for a long time for things to settle down, watching as the village lied dead in front of them. From what Karma had heard, another one of these would be seen dropped down soon enough.

"Humans are quite awful, aren't they?" Kazuo then whispered, watching the village ruins. He seemed a little regretful for a moment, seeing many young bodies lying on the now lifeless streets, but then a smile formed on his lips. "Truly pathetic of them."

Karma could only agree to that—humans truly were pathetic.

And on that day, watching those burned bodies and the few ailing survivors, Karma really wondered that out of humans and demons, who were really the worst ones.

Karma's pov:

I looked up just in time to see Terasaka flying on the ground, pathetically defeated by Karasuma-sensei. Well, I thought with a shrug. These children wouldn't be able to beat a weak demon even if they'd give it their all. It's no wonder they can't defeat a Hunter.

"Karma", Nagisa called out my name. The bluenette was standing next to me, waiting for his turn to spar with the sensei and I turned to give him a bored look.

"Yeah?"

"Everything okay? You've been daydreaming a lot lately." Nagisa's eyes were glimmering with obvious worry and I nearly snorted at that. It annoyed me for this human thought it was a good decision to care for a demon—how stupid indeed. Nagisa was just going to get himself killed, eventually.

"Everything's completely fine", I answered, like always, turning away with an annoyed 'tsk'.

It was true though, I had noticed it myself too. I had been spacing out a lot more than usually which was not a good thing, considering that in the human world, I should always be on guard. The ice in my shoulder was already a huge distraction and now this too… Kazuo's visit must've triggered memories I wanted to keep hidden and now they were randomly popping out.

Like that one from over seventy-years ago.

Humans and their stupid wars, I thought, sighing aloud.

I looked around the humans gathering in the backyard, chattering happily about absolutely nothing important, their demons lingering around closely. These guys had no idea what kind of destruction their own kin had brought upon the land—books and documents could never come to match the real thing.

These people here had no idea what greed could do to a person.

They don't have it yet, I mused, glancing at Nagisa. Their greed hasn't woken up just yet. They need to lose someone, they need to want something so much they'd be ready to sacrifice anything—I turned to look at Kayano, the green-haired girl brightly grinning at Isogai and Nakamura. Like she does.

I could feel her darkness—it was growing. Her desire, her greed… it was strong.

It made me smile in amusement. Pathetic indeed.

She could hide it from the rest but not from me. Her lust for something dark was truly something else. The green-haired girl could lie and smile at everyone else, but I saw through it easily. After all, Fire Demons are also known as Lust Demons—I could feel humans' lust if I wanted and out of everyone here, Kayano's was the strongest.

You want to kill, I thought, watching the girl carefully. Revenge.

One of the worst sins of human-kind. I shook my head at that, growing more amused. You humans truly have the need to destroy everything, don't you?

Just then Nagisa's turn to fight with Karasuma-sensei came and the bluenette moved away from me, grabbing one of the rubber knives used for practice. I watched as the two kicked off, knowing that next it would be my turn. Since I was the only demon in our class that could take human form, I was also the only one allowed the participate in practices where demons weren't used.

I myself found the idea absurd and I didn't think there really was a need for that, but Koro-sensei insisted, so in the end, I relented. My fighting skills, however, were much higher than a human's and although Karasuma-sensei was a formidable opponent—even in my standards—defeating him shouldn't be that big of a task for me.

But with the piece of Kris's sword in my shoulder, being a real bother, I wasn't sure if I could concentrate enough to kick Karasuma-sensei's ass. It had truly become my number one problem—my body temperature grew lower with every passing day and it could soon start doing permanent damage.

It wasn't like a normal person would notice a difference—no one here did. No one, except Nagisa and maybe Koro-sensei, who knew a lot more about Fire Demons than he was letting on, so of course he noticed. And Nagisa had started to notice because he was the one spending the most time with me—the only one who was allowed to touch me without any bad consequences.

So, I guessed it was only natural for him to start noticing that my body temperature was not as high as it had been before—as high as it should be.

Suddenly Nagisa flew on the ground right next to me, successfully taking me off guard and surprised by this action, I nearly jumped five feet up—thank god I didn't actually do it or suddenly transform into a cat.

Karasuma-sensei wasn't a normal teacher. He took his students seriously and gave them no mercy, which was a wise decision from a human. Demons would never show hesitation in a battle, so humans shouldn't either—and if they complain about Karasuma being unfair, then they should remember that in a fight, nothing was fair.

In the end, it wasn't going to matter, who played fair and who not. Surviving was all that matters.

"Ugh…" Nagisa groaned, sitting up with his clothes covered in dust. Once he noticed me looking, he sent me a dark glare. "Before you say that I'm weak or something like that, remember that you're about to get your ass kicked too."

I raised an unimpressed brow at him. "What makes you say that? And I wasn't going to comment on you being weak, but since you brought it up I'm starting to wonder if you really want me to."

The bluenette's glare only darkened. "Shut up, Karma." It nearly made me smile—this bickering of ours had become somewhat a daily routine. I admit that first it had been very annoying (and that's an understatement) but nowadays I found it more amusing than anything else.

It amused me how Nagisa, a weak human-boy, had the guts to actually talk back to me. Of course, things would be different if I showed him my demonic form or acted scary…

"Karma-kun", Karasuma-sensei's voice cut in before I actually managed to slander Nagisa about his terrible fighting skills. "Your turn."

"Good luck", Nagisa muttered grumpily and I send him my signature smirk before stepping in front of Karasuma-sensei.

The taller man (I almost said older but then I remember that whoops, he is not older than I am) raised his arms in positions, hands clenched into tight fists. As the more experienced fighter, he didn't use rubber knives—just bare hands, and until now, it had seemed more than enough.

I picked up the knife Nagisa had dropped and poked its tip with my finger. "I wonder if this thing does some damage…" I looked up at Karasuma's observant eyes and hummed thoughtfully. If you hit hard enough, anything could hurt.

"I hope you'll be a good opponent to me, Karma-kun", Karasuma-sensei spoke up once more. "Now, come."

I smiled darkly. "How about you come at me?"

"As you wish." And then he charged straight ahead, fist ready for a punch. I bet he really did want to make that punch, so many times I had annoyed him before. But for his annoyance once more, I took a simple sidestep and kicked him in the ankle, successfully unbalancing him.

However, being a great fighter, Karasuma-sensei didn't really miss a beat. He quickly regained his composure and changed direction, his other fist coming at me. I bounced away faster than eye could even catch, my demonic instincts sparking into life deep inside of me.

Thanks to the chains Nagisa had placed upon me the day I became "his" demon, nearly all of my powers were suppressed all the time. And it had been a month since Kazuo visited and ever since, I hadn't even once been allowed to use any of my demon powers—well more than little kids were allowed to use in training (and you can bet that the amount of power the kids around me possessed is pathetically small).

Now with a fight that made adrenaline pump through my veins, I could feel those demonic instincts stirring up—the want to release some inhuman power. But even before Nagisa noticed the sudden commotion in our bond, I felt ice surge through my body warningly and a quiet curse slipped through my lips. I shouldn't forget that I needed to concentrate the little power I'm allowed to use to keep the ice from spreading somewhere else than my shoulder.

Thanks to me being suddenly distracted, Karasuma-sensei nearly made the next shot, his fist literally brushing right past my cheek—I even felt a slight contact there. With a tight smile on my lips, I decided that it was time for offense.

I knelt down quickly, attempting to sweep him off his feet but of course the Hunter dodged, barely so but still—so then I aimed a kick towards his head, hitting him straight in the forearm when he brought it to cover him.

"Tsk", I mumbled, quickly jumping back and regaining my balance. The teacher brushed some dust of his training gear.

"I have to admit; your kicks are strong. I have no doubt that this is going to bruise", he said, and I nearly laughed. I know it's a teacher's job to compliment their students but in the middle of a fight? Seriously?

"That was nothing", I said, spinning the knife in my hand. "I can kick harder if you'd like."

Karasuma-sensei had a tight, even slightly nervous, smile on his face. "I'd prefer if we keep things at human level today, Karma-kun."

Now I really laughed out loud. "Sorry sensei, but I don't do human."

And before he even could blink an eye, I was there next to him, delivering a harsh kick to his left side. It send the dark-haired teacher flying a couple of meters, but he was still standing when the dust cleared off.

"Karma!" Nagisa yelled somewhere behind me. "Take it easy, will you? This is just training."

"Well, I bet a high-class Hunter like Karasuma-sensei trains a little harder than school kids, so I'm offering him that."

"This is supposed to be him training you, not the other way around", the bluenette whined and I sent him a confused look.

"Training me? Don't joke—I have the combat training of hundred years, there's not much someone under thirty can teach me", I said back in a very childish matter, mocking the whiny tone Nagisa used with me. The smaller boy looked like he wanted to punch me for that.

"I'll believe that only when you start acting like you're hundred years old!" he just complained and now it was my turn to give him a murderous look.

"What you want me to do? Turn into a grumpy old man? I'd gladly do so, but I can't! Thanks to your stupid contract I'm only capable of switching forms between a cat and a human!"

"Do you want to be an old man?" Nagisa asked.

"Of course not!"

"Then don't suggest things like that!"

I was so close to throwing the rubber knife into his eye. "You're the one who said that you need proof of me being older than hundred years."

"Your brother said that demons age differently. In demon years, you're at the same age as us, so stop complaining!" the bluenette commanded and I closed my mouth with an angry hiss. Suddenly the chains that bound me to Nagisa seemed to tighten around my neck and wrists, like a warning—a reminder, that I'm still tied to him. And that he was my master.

Ugh, I thought, shivering at that. I want to throw up.

Nagisa had started to get a feeling of how to control me—at least a little. I didn't allow him to give me any commands though, but he could now consciously tighten the chains on me. It was progress to him but only made me even grumpier.

I didn't understand why he was trying so hard when we all knew it was going to end badly, in the end. I wasn't going to start acting like his buddy and fight his battles for him—I honestly couldn't even do so, wanted or not. I wasn't your normal demon (obviously) and I was being completely honest about it being an impossible task for Nagisa to control me completely. Satan's children weren't made for that.

"You should really concentrate on your opponent when you're fighting", Karasuma-sensei suddenly said, right next to my ear. While I had been busy arguing with Nagisa, the teacher had regained his composure and was now driving his first towards my face—but lucky me with my cat-like reflexes. I dodged him by diving down and the fist hit air right where I had been a second ago.

Shit. I slammed my palms on the ground and kicked up, hitting Karasuma on the arm but it didn't do much damage, obviously. Then with a swift move, I threw myself back on my feet, picking a small rock out of my palm. A single drop of blood fell on the ground at my feet and I scrunched up my nose in disgust.

Quickly wiping my palm onto my shirt, I turned my golden eyes back at Karasuma-sensei, waiting for him to charge forward. But he didn't.

"Did you get hurt?" is what he asked and now I really wanted to throw up.

"What?" What the actual fuck?

"Your hand is bleeding", he explained further, pointing at my palm.

I had the sudden urge to punch someone, hard. "You stop fighting because a small rock managed to pierce through my palm? Seriously?"

Karasuma-sensei only frowned at my reaction. "I happen to take injuries rather seriously."

For a moment I stared at him, wondering if there was a specific reason for that—perhaps some past mission going wrong or something, but I couldn't really sense anything off with him. Like Koro-sensei, this teacher was quite hard to read, very unlike Bitch-sensei who was like an open book to me.

"You should stop being ridiculous—I barely felt that rock. To me, it wouldn't really matter whether you blew off my other arm or not. Of course, that's never going to actually happen."

"Have you been hurt that bad before?" he asked, and I smiled wryly. Was this human concerned? Was this Hunter concerned about a demon?

"I'm not telling you anything", I answered slowly, feeling slight anger spike inside of me once again. Karasuma-sensei wasn't concerned, I decided. He just wanted to hear whether Fire Demons had weaknesses humans could use against them and I was not about to give anything away.

He seemed to realize what I was thinking and quickly denied it, but really, humans weren't any more trustworthy than demons. I had zero faith in him whatsoever. I had zero faith in almost every person I knew—maybe Kazuo and Rin were the only ones I trusted a little and even that was hard.

I had my fair share of bad experiences with humans—they killed all the people I cared for, my mother and my sisters. They tried to kill Kazuo plenty of times too, not to even mention Rin or me myself. I had seen what humans did to themselves. I had seen how destructive their desires were.

And I hated them so, so much. But then again, I pretty much hated everything.

Nagisa's pov:

Karasuma-sensei and Karma went on with their sparring for a long time. The red-haired demon stood his ground seemingly easy; honestly, it looked like he wasn't even breaking a sweat despite how much he moved.

Karasuma-sensei was fast, I already knew this. Just like I knew that Karma was fast too—but damn, he was fast. A human eye could barely keep up with the two as they fought, Karma mostly dodging or blocking the teacher's attacks, a calm but concentrated look on his face. Karasuma-sensei again, he did most of the actual attacking, but never really hit the red-haired demon.

I was sure they could go on like this for the rest of the day and our beloved yellow-tentacled teacher seemed to think so too, because he already made a move to stop them… but then suddenly Karma slipped on something. He fell on the ground with a quiet thud, golden eyes wide in surprise and before he even knew, Karasuma-sensei's fist was right in front of his face. He didn't hit the demon though, and I was thankful for that.

"Shut up", Karma grumbled in my mind.

He picked something up from the ground by his foot and I felt a surge of flaming hot annoyance run through him. "Terasaka… did you perhaps forget your knife…?" the red head then asked, his tone low with danger.

The said boy looked ready to pee his pants, arms flailing around in panic. "That's not… I don't think that's mine! Isn't it yours—"

He didn't even get to finish when a green rubber knife flew right past his ear. Karma turned to him with a cold smile plastered on his face. "No, Terasaka-kun. That was mine—now, do you want me to give back yours?"

"No thanks!" the brown-haired boy squeaked out and half of the class burst into laughter while the other half, including me, seemed nervous. Karma didn't seem like the guy who'd miss any shot and I was afraid he'd soon throw the green rubber knife in Terasaka's eye.

"Now now", Karasuma-sensei said in a calm manner, giving Karma a hand to pull him up. The red-haired demon, however, ignored him and got up on his own—I could see that our dark-haired teacher tried not to mind that, but it was obvious that the atmosphere between those two was more than simply tight and Karma acting like an asshole to him wasn't helping.

"From now on, clean up after yourself, Terasaka-kun. And Karma-kun, you could've noticed that knife if you payed more attention in your surroundings."

That was true, I noted. It wasn't like Karma to not notice even the smallest details around him—that's why when he got that little rock stuck in his palm had surprised me as well.

"Everyone slips sometimes", the red-haired demon just said with a tight smile, and the comment was obviously meant for me too.

"That is true", Karasuma-sensei nodded. "Now, how about you guys run one more lap around the yard and go shower and change? Irina is already waiting for you to arrive at her language class."

Some groans and some excited mutters filled the air as my classmates kicked off. I was about to follow but then I noticed that Karma made no attempt to move from his position. The red head was looking around in a matter what definitely worried me—the last time he had a look like that on his face was when he had smelled the blood demon on our school trip.

And even then, he had refused to tell me about it at first. Now I couldn't help but wonder if he was hiding something like that once again.

"I check my surroundings once and you expect something like that, seriously", Karma muttered, sending me a gloomy glare before running after the rest of the class. I quickly ran after him, surprised that he was going slower than usual.

"Did you hurt your leg when you fell?" I asked, glancing at his right foot.

"Hm?" Karma sent me a surprised look before glancing at his own legs as well. Then, he shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows and who cares? I have other things to worry about…" He stopped there, golden eyes flickering with something strange and I could feel a wave of cold pain hit me through our bond.

It surprised me so much that I stopped running for a moment. Since our bond was strengthening, I could also start to feel Karma's feelings better (couldn't read his thoughts, though, how sad and unfair), but I had never felt anything like that before.

And let me say, the part where I said it was cold pain—yeah, that's important because Karma never felt cold to me.

Without a warning I grabbed his left shoulder which was, quite frankly, my biggest mistake ever since I met him for the first time. Because Karma's reaction was bad.

He turned around, golden eyes flashing in surprise before something painful hit me and I blinked my eyes. There as dust all around me and through the pain in my back, I blinked my eyes, realized that I was on the ground. Karma had flipped me over on the ground.

He was staring at me with his golden eyes wide, his hand still holding my forearm. Karma let go quickly though, right after he realized what he had done as well. Silence had fallen into the yard and everyone's eyes were on us.

"Do not grab me from behind like that", the red-haired demon then said, and I realized that his tone was shaking. Karma was shocked, even more than I, the person who got thrown over someone's shoulder just like that.

"Do not ever do that again, Nagisa." Or I might kill you, is the part he left unsaid, but I could read it from his eyes.

"Nagisa!" Kayano's scream soon echoed through the wide area and before I even knew, almost all my classmates were there, around me. Koro-sensei and Karasuma-sensei weren't slow either, worriedly asking whether I was hurt bad or not.

I just said that I was fine, because I really was. It hurt at first but the pain quickly faded away and I couldn't tear my eyes away from Karma, who had backed away from the rest, a conflicted look on his face.

Is it possible that he got scared for a moment there—scared that he had actually hurt me?

"Dammit demon! What did Nagisa do to you?!" Maehara-kun suddenly said and before I could stop and correct the people that I was the one who acted wrong, Kayano continued.

"Why would you even do that to your friend?"

Karma clicked his tongue. "We are not friends."

"Oh really?" Isogai-kun asked, his tone surprisingly hostile.

"You can't obviously act human", Terasaka-kun also stepped in to my horror. "You said it yourself too, you don't do human. So why don't you just switch forms—at least when you're a cat, you can't hurt people, especially your own master."

There were agreeing hums all around me, and Koro-sensei shared a very concerned look with Karasuma-sensei.

"Wait!" I yelled, hoping to stop this madness. Karma was not the one to be blamed. "I took him by surprise—it was my fault—"

"How so? Normal people don't throw you on the ground when you touch them on the shoulder", Nakamura-san pointed out, her blue eyes stormy. "You just touched him and bam! You were on the ground, hurt. And this idiot doesn't even apologize, just tells you to never do it again."

"Because Karma has nothing to apologize for! Because I…" I stared at the red head, whose golden eyes turned at me, flashing warningly, as if daring me to continue. And I did.

"Because I scared you, didn't I?" I asked and even without his answer, I knew I was right. I had scared him—taken him completely off guard. And then he also got scared because he thought he had managed to hurt me.

"You're testing your luck today a lot, Nagisa", Karma growled at me, his eyes turning more cat-like (or should I say, demon-like) with every passing second.

"But you didn't deny it", I only pointed out, ignoring the dangerous heat that spread into my body from his side of the bond. "Because it's true. I caught you off guard—I caught you off guard because you trusted me to not do that—" Oh shit, I then realized.

Oh. Shit.

"Dammit", I said aloud, and my classmates and teachers seemed to start question whether I had a concussion or not.

"You trusted me", I then repeated, my tone turning sad. Karma's gaze just continue to turn darker, his hands obviously itching to throw me over again. "You trusted me, and I just ruined it, didn't I?"

The next silent moment seemed to last forever, those burning golden orbs never leaving mine. Then, the red-haired demon takes in a sharp breath, his gaze finally turning away from me. "You're being too sure of yourself, human-boy. I have not trusted you even the slightest ever since you made the mistake of creating a contract with me. I just thought you'd be wiser than to do that."

Yeah, I had been stupid. I should've considered that Karma was pissed off even before I ruined things. His reflexes were triggered awfully fast, I had to admit.

But I couldn't help but wonder… could this have happened before? Had some human managed to catch him off guard before me? Was that the reason he hated us in the first place?

"Karma… have you ever been caught by a human before? Has anyone ever made a contract with you before I did?" I couldn't help but ask, my tone careful. Now we were walking on thin ice or should I say, on hot coals. I was seriously testing my luck today—but I needed to know.

I needed to know whether some human had hurt my demon before.

"No", the red head simply answered, his golden eyes empty and face lacking emotions. "I have not created a contract with a human before you."

"Then…?"

"You don't really think that a human could catch me without a contract tying us together, do you?"

"I did", I said stubbornly. "I managed to create a contract with you. By the way, you've never even explained that. Why was I able to do that?"

Karma didn't answer, and I didn't really expect him to. He had the habit of going completely quiet whenever I dug too deep into his things—he was very defensive when it came to that and our whole class being there definitely wasn't helping.

I still waited for a good five minutes if he was going to make an exception and answer this time, but of course he didn't. So, with the help of Koro-sensei, I got back on my feet and walked back up to him. Now when I raised my hand to touch him, I did it the way he clearly saw and surprise! He did not throw me over his shoulder when my hand came in contact with his shoulder.

We stood like that for a moment, my hand on his shoulder, his eyes on mine. The golden color of those orbs still fascinated me to no end and now those eyes were laced with pain.

Karma was in pain; my demon was in pain. And he wasn't allowing me to help.

"I'm sorry", I then said, to the annoyance of my classmates who thought that Karma should be the one apologizing. But they didn't understand—Koro-sensei again, he seemed to know what was going on, even more than I myself did.

"I'm sorry for breaking your trust. It won't happen again."

"Sure it won't, because the next time I'll kill you if you do that", the red-haired demon seethes out, raising his hand to remove mine from his shoulder.

"There won't be a next time", I said. "I won't make the same mistake again."

"You humans always repeat your mistakes", Karma said back, and I could tell that he knew what he was talking about. Another mystery for me to try and solve. "It's sickening", he then continued, but his words were softer now, as if he didn't mean it.

So, I dared to smile at him. "And you've never made the same mistake twice?"

"No", he of course answered. "But I am repeating someone else's mistakes."

That left me confused. "Eh?"

"Nothing", Karma was quick to brush it off, finally shaking my hand off his shoulder. I nearly missed the way he grimaced at that—but because I didn't, I made another mistake by deciding to bring it up.

"What's with your shoulder?"

The red-haired demon had obviously had enough of that for today. He turned to send me a chilling glare. "Alright, that's it. You act concerned towards me once more today and I'm cutting your tongue off. Got it?"

"B-but—"

"I asked, got it?" Even though I was the master, his tone was warning enough for me to let it go for now.

"Got it", I muttered in defeat and Karma smirked.

"Good boy", he said and then within a blink of an eye, he had turned into a red-furred cat, disappearing out of my sight before I could utter another word.

He was gone before I managed to correct him and say that I wasn't acting.

End of chapter 15

a/n; I told you guys to not lose hope… because I'm here againXD Now, I'm going to ask you to not lose hope once again, because I might also come back.

Thank you for all those people who still follow, favorite and review this story, you guys are the best and pretty much my only motivation to continue this story^-^! I love you all, XOXO