A Shinigami's Contract

Chapter 2

Claire POV

Kohaku was sitting on the other side of Sebastian, and she begged to go first.

"Seb-kun," she said, "truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Kiss Claire-chan for a minimum of five seconds."

"Hey!" I protested. I would have gotten further but the arrogant demon had drawn me to him and caught my mouth on his. Kohaku called five but our lips met again and again. When the kiss finally ended, Kohaku was dry-heaving and mother seemed that she would pass out from all the fluff.

"Pervert," I claimed.

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks," he said. "You like it."

"Shut up and ask me truth or dare."

"Truth or dare?"
"Truth."

"Not an option."

"Pervert."

"Thank you." I blinked at this.

"Truth."

"Fine. If you had to be in a jail cell with one person in the room- and no breaking out- who would it be?"

"Kohaku would drive me crazy- no offense-, Mother would kill me, Phantomhive is annoying, you'd rape me-"

"Can't rape the willing," interjected Sebastian.

"That's revolting, pervert. I'm not that kind of person. Anyway, that leaves Mattie. She annoys me least, and is least likely to drive me nuts, kill me, bore me to death, or rape me." Mattie, sitting next to me, threw her arms around me. It was her turn though, and she chose dare. She had to run up and down the hallway or the building singing What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction. Yuck. Phantomhive had to sit thigh-to-thigh with Mother, who was then dared to sing opera. She asked Kohaku if she had ever had a boyfriend. The answer was yes and she was promptly grounded. Kohaku asked Sebastian if he had any special talents.

"I can tie a cherry stem in a knot using only my tongue," he offered. It figures. "I'm also excellent at flower arrangement." Oh dear. "How about you, Claire? Truth or dare?"

"That rhymes," I said with a giggle. Curse my airhead-ness. Mattie's embarrassing performance had loosened me up a bit, so I went with dare. Sebastian, who had mellowed out in the past few minutes, dared me to sit really close to him. This was weird. I took out my pen (also backup death scythe) from the pocket of my red jeans and started clicking the point/blade in and out.

"This can kill a demon," I warned. "Don't push it."

"Yes, ma'am," Sebastian said with a smirk. I proceeded to ask Mattie if she had ever contracted (Mattie inherited the demonic genes from her dad, and Kohaku had inherited the angelic genes from Angela Blanc and Ashe Landers, the parent[s] of Mother. I, as a result of genetic mutation between a human and an angelic vampire, am a shinigami.). She had, which surprised me. Mattie wasn't the patient type. Phantomhive told us that he didn't know his true form; the hellhound was merely his favorite. Mother confessed that she never wanted kids. No surprise here. Kohaku had to wear a hot pink tutu; she nearly died, seeing as she hates pink. Sebastian picked truth.

"Usually, demons and shinigami hate each other," she said. "Why do you like Claire so much?"

"Well," began Sebastian, "when I first met Claire at Woodstock," here he hugged his arm around my shoulder," I had no clue she was a shinigami. She could have been any inhuman, really. She revealed to me later that she was a shinigami, but I was already head over heels for her." A chorus of aww's rose from everyone else in the room. Mother nearly fainted.

"Truth," I said, trying not to glomp him.

"Hmm… who was your first kiss?"

"You." More aww's. Gyah. "Mattie, truth or dare?"
"Truth."

"Tell us, do you like One Direction? Cause I've been hearing mysterious noises from your room that sound like One Thing."

"Honest answer? Yes." Mother let out a wail of despair and swooned, collapsing onto Phantomhive's shoulder. I went to the kitchen and got a cup of ice to put down her back if she didn't wake up in a moment. Mattie dared Phantomhive to kiss Mother, a la Sleeping Beauty. Not surprisingly, it didn't wake her up. Poor Mother, she wouldn't remember a thing. I grabbed an ice cube from the cup and slipped it down the back of Mother's shirt. She woke with a yelp, then chose truth.

"Do you love me?" was the question.
"Of course, idiot." Than a smoochy kiss that made everyone else go "yuck!". Kohaku acted like Grell-senpai for two minutes and then quit the game.

"'Kay bye!" she said to Sebastian and… fine, Ciel. He was Mother's boyfriend and all. Mother thwacked her head.

"Kohaku!" she reprimanded. "Guests this late-" it was nine p.m. "-are always asked to stay the night. Especially demons. Goodness knows it's hard enough for them. Claire, I expect, will be heading to her apartment- you could take a leaf from her book, girls- and someone may go with her to make room. Not you, Michaelis. I don't trust you farther than I could throw you." Sebastian and I both looked at my five-foot-tall mother and stifled laughs. The idea of Mother throwing him was ridiculous, although she is quite strong for her height.

"I'll go," volunteered Mattie.
"Yay!" I cheered. "Slumber party!"

"There are two of us."

"Then… sleepover!"

"I rarely sleep."

"Um, shared overnight quarters?"

"Roommates."

"Yay! But I already have a roomie."

"Who?

"Scarlett, silly billy!"
"Who's Scarlett?" said Sebastian.

"My kitty-cat! I got one as soon as I graduated from the Academy, since they have that stupid goldfish rule. She's adorable!"

"Well, of course," said Sebastian, "considering who her mother is. I'll have to meet her sometime."

"Not at her apartment, you won't!" contradicted Mother. "Not unchaperoned."

"Seriously, Mother," said an exasperated Kohaku, "It's not 1923 anymore!"

"Ah, 1923," reminisced… Ciel. "Young, in love." He grabbed Mother's hand and spun her around, flinging her out and then pulling her back in so his arm was wrapped around her. She squealed. This was going to take some getting used to.

"Well, goodnight!" I said, pulling Mattie's arm and walking out the door. What a day.

A/N: Woo! Longest chapter yet! I will probably update every week but this may change what with homework. So… oh yeah! Click that little button down there and tell us what you think! Virtual falafel to everyone who does! Or if you don't like falafel… PIE! Dangit, now I want pie. Bye! (Ooh, that rhymes!)