Herokii

"So he'll probably come to check-up on you, Herokii."

"Thanks, Beryl." I hung up the phone and patted the black Husky resting in my lap. The puppy's ears stood straight up, previously listening in on the conversation between me and my friend.

I place a hand on my temple and felt the heat radiate from my skin. I stood up and let my dog roll off me onto the couch. I opened the door to my room and a cold blast of air rushed over my heated skin. I really needed to get back to sleep; I was feeling sicker by the moment. But, before I could pull away the covers, a knock on the door sent my Husky into a barking frenzy.

"Satan, shush!" I cried out, burning my throat. "Hush now..." I patted the dog and he calmed down. I walked to the door and opened it to find my friend Dante standing on my doorstep.

"Feeling any better, shorty?" He asked with the same cocky smile he had on when I first met him. He felt my forehead with his hand. "Wow. You really are burning up." He turned me around and started pushing me back into the apartment. "You shouldn't be up, you need more rest. You can get worse. I'll get you some soup and cold water, just lie down and get some sleep."

"You're acting like my mom," I said dryly as I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over me. Dante left my side temporarily. I heard a few beeps, probably that little cheap microwave that came with the apartment. My friend came back with a full glass of water. He handed it to me and I took a sip.

"I might've found a new job for you, Herokii," He said, bringing my computer chair into the room and sitting on it. "A new night club is about to open and--"

"Oh no..." I groaned. "Please tell me I'm not going to work at a night club."

"Quit whining. Anyways, the manager doesn't have anyone working for him right now. If your the first person he interviews, your work schedule will be around the times you wish it to be. He said he'll pay you."

"As long as I'm not a pole dancer..." I said tiredly.

"He might give you that job. He is the one who judges who he thinks is cute or not." Dante said.

"Are you telling me he's queer?" I asked hesitantly.

"I don't know. Just met him today." He replied. "Anyways..." He wrote on a notepad on my nightstand. "This is the address and phone number. If you're still sick tomorrow you can call him and tell him you won't be able to see him. But, if you aren't, I want you to talk to him okay?"

I grunted. The microwave gave off a long beep indicating my soup was done. Dante got up and retrieved it.

The bowl was extremely hot in my already sweaty hands. "Thanks..." I managed to say. I looked up and saw something I thought I'd never see. A mirror image of Dante. "Dante... am I seeing double?"

Dante looked at me questionably and then turned his head around to see the look-alike. "Oh, no. This is Vergil. He's my twin. Expect him to be working where you are."

I sipped on the broth lightly, so as to not burn my mouth. "Two Dante's? If one wasn't bad enough..." At that last comment Dante knocked me in the side of my head.

"Just be there." He joked. I watched as he and his brother left; Satan waddled in their place. "Come here, boy." I said, patting the bed. The dog jumped up and stretched. He curled up as I ate my ramon.

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The telephone rang and I slowly sat up in my bed. I felt like I was never sick yesterday. I stood and stretched before trudging into the living room to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I asked the person on the other line.

"Where are you? It's three in the afternoon!" Dante shouted through the speaker. I glanced at the digital clock in my room.

"Sorry... I didn't wake up until just a minute ago..." I gave a big yawn. "I'll get ready shortly; I have to take Satan out for a walk." Said dog was whimpering and shaking, it's tail between its legs.

"Just be quick about it. He can't wait any longer," I wasn't sure if Dante was talking about the guy that was hiring me or my dog, Satan.

"Bye." I hung up the phone before Dante could reply. "Come on Satan, time to go for a walk." Satan wagged his tail and trotted beside me as I retrieved his leash. "Sit-" The black husky did as he was told. He licked his nose and shifted in excitement. I attached the leash to his collar.

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Mrs. Reeves was already down stairs with her dog, Java. Satan can't play with him because Satan can get rough and Java's a little dog. Java is a long-haired Chihuahua and his name was given to him because his coat was several different shades of coffee brown.

Satan made to jump on Java but I tugged the leash, restraining him. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Reeves." I said.

"Herokii, dear. Why are you still in your pajamas?" The old lady asked me.

"I was sick yesterday," I told her. Satan sniffed the ground, trying to find his spot.

"Let me guess, you slept in? You should get dressed before walking your dog. The neighbors might complain about you." Mrs. Reeves said.

"What can they do?" I asked as soon as Satan finished his business. "Besides, the landlord favors me."

Mrs. Reeves shrugged and picked up her Chihuahua. "Well, I'm off. My manager called earlier. Someone apparently set fire to all of his cereal boxes, I need to replace them because all my co-workers are sick." Sometimes I wandered why a lady at her age still worked at a grocery store.

"There seems to be something going around lately." I said. Me and my husky went back upstairs.

I unhooked Satan as soon as I closed the door to my apartment. He happily licked my hand and wandered off into my bedroom.

I opened the bathroom door and turned on the lights. After turning on the water and finding the right temperature that I liked, I stripped myself of my clothes and slid into the tub. I normally take showers but I was too lazy to stand.

I scrubbed myself vigorously to get all the dirt and oil off my skin to avoid getting those nasty zits. Then I grabbed my shampoo bottle and poured some of that lavender liquid into the palm of my hand. Barely any came out, indicating that I needed to buy a new bottle.

By the time I finished my fingers had already pruned. I lifted myself out of the tub and drained the water. I grabbed a red towel from the rack and dried myself off before wrapping the towel around my waist. Leaning on the sink, I looked into the mirror to see if I looked even remotely presentable. My reflection stared back. There were no bags underneath my eyes and I looked like I had never been sick in my whole life.

My stomach growled just then. "I'll grab a bite to eat on my way there." I said to my reflection.

I left the bathroom and entered my room. Satan was asleep on my covers, a leg twitched rapidly. I wondered what he was dreaming.

I scanned my closet for my favorite outfit. I pulled out my buttoned-down white dress shirt and a nice pair of loose jeans. I slid them on, dropping the towel to replace it with the pair of pants.

I didn't wear underwear. I remembered when I was in LMS in 9th grade that my teacher said something about if a males sperm was too close to his body they could die. I didn't want to take that risk. There's never such a thing as being too careful.

I brushed my hair and slid on my sneakers, tying them with a double knot so they won't come loose.

I patted Satan for the last time and darted out the door, locking it before I started on my way to Guilty Pleasures. My apartment complex was so close to all the shops and clubs that I'm able to walk there.

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I passed by a ton of fast-food r restaurants but I wasn't in the mood for any of them. Then I suddenly remembered that there was a fast-food Chinese restaurant on my way to the night club. I rushed there, hoping that it wouldn't take very long for them to cook my meal.

"How may I help you?" A woman said with a thick Chinese accent.

"Pepper steak to go," I said.

"Okay, that will be thwee dolla'" she said as she told the woman next to her to go tell the cook. I handed her the money. "Wait five second, kay?"

I sat down in a nearby chair and watched the kitchen door open and close. And, amazingly, in just five seconds, the lady who had to tell the cook my order came back out, a Chinese takeout box and chopsticks in her hand. She handed them to me and I bolted out the door, opening the box as I did.

I slid my chopsticks inside the box and pulled out my most favorite meal from any Chinese restaurants. I slurped them down in a hurry. By the time I finished it, I was already at Guilty Pleasures. I tucked the chopsticks in the box and wiped my mouth of any sauce that didn't make it into my mouth.

After throwing away the box in a nearby trash can, I opened the door to the night club. As soon as I set foot inside, a cold blast of air almost knocked me off my feet. I shivered in the coldness of the club.

"Office." Someone said, and then I heard footsteps going up a staircase. I figured that might have been Dante's brother... whose name I do not remember.

I walked around the night club, taking in the scenery. It wasn't too shabby. It actually looked like it would be something else than I night club. Maybe even one of those fancy, but expensive, restaurants.

I spotted a door that read 'Office'. I opened it to find a man scribbling his name on forms. "Sit down," he told me. I obeyed and sat down in a chair that looked ancient.

He stopped writing and laid down his pen. That's when I saw his eyes. They were blood red; I thought for sure that he could see my very soul with those demonic eyes. He gave a childish smirk. "Herokii Dokuekihebi?" he asked. I nodded. "Tell me, what does your last name stand for?" I glared at him. He didn't need to know anything about me. "Sorry, I was just curious. Anyways, my nephew, Dante, told me that you're jobless."

"At the moment. I could find another job other than yours." He's old, I thought.

"Highly unlikely. Anyways, I need someone to clean the tables and dishes every morning after the nightclub has been opened." He said. "I thought you would be best for the job."

How rude. Am I really that ugly? "Depends on my pay." I said in reply.

"I'm not sure what I can give you but you will be paid some way or other." He said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"What are you thinking of giving me and how much?"

"Let's just say you'll crave more of it once you get it," he said with a Cheshire cat smile."

"I want to know what I'll be getting," I said, vexed that he's avoiding it.

"Want a sample right now?" He asked.

"I'm not playing games! I want to know!" I almost shouted. He moved around the desk.

"Are you... positive?" He asked again.

This time a voice was screaming in the back of my mind that I shouldn't work here. But, I really needed a job. "Yes.." I said, this time hesitantly. I felt as brave as a chicken held under an axe.

Then he came down on me, his lips crushed against my own.

TBC…

Authors Note: I know, I know, that's not like Herokii from the Original 'The Devil's Heart'. Sorry. I just wanted to change his personality a little. It seemed boring to me to stick with his same personality over and over again.

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