AN: Because we all wonder how Amaimon goes shopping.

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Dance With the Devil

Chapter 3: Food Problems

"Rin, you've turned into a girl! But how?" Ukobach cried, falling back onto the kitchen tiles.

Cross swished her tail happily and savored the flavor of the stew in her mouth. She had never tasted something so delicious in her entire life; even Amaimon's other-worldly candy couldn't compare to the imp's superb culinary skills. It was soft and saucy… and very filling. She put the half-eaten stew onto the floor and wiped her lips with her sleeve as she had been taught to do.

A light chuckle escaped from her mouth when she saw the exaggerated shock on Ukobach's tiny face. The people here were so silly compared to the ones at her facility—and what was a Rin?

"I'm not sure what you mean, but thank you for the food! It was very tasty," she grinned, patting the demon's head in appreciation. Her hunger sated, she then stood up and turned about-face to explore more of the dormitory, but found that although she was walking, she was not moving forward.

The girl struggled to walk, moving her feet so quickly that they sent clouds of dust up from the floor. "What's going on?" she demanded loudly, attempting to move yet again. A terrible thought suddenly struck her; what if her feet were broken? If something broke, it had to be fixed to work again. She knew that.

Hit by the pole of realization, she cupped her hands around her mouth and called for help. "Nii-saaaan, my feet aren't working! I think they need to be fixed!"

Ukobach went unnoticed as he gripped Cross' tail, preventing her from leaving the kitchen area. This was definitely bad—it could even be considered horrible. What would Yukio think when he saw that his brother had been turned into a girl? More importantly, there was no one else around to blame!

He gasped. Yukio would probably think he was responsible for Rin's gender swap!

The two demons froze as they heard Yukio's footsteps echoing down the hall. He was coming to look for Cross.

Cross' eyes literally sparkled with excitement. "He listened! Nobody's ever listened to me before…"

"This is really bad!" Ukobach panicked, pulling Cross further away from the doorway. He had to find a way to dispel this… this black magic before Yukio found out about it. Oh, he hoped Rin would forgive him for what he was about to do.

The imp lifted up the girl effortlessly with both hands—which was surprising considering his size—and dropped her into a large stainless steel pot he had set out on the counter. He then slammed the lid onto the pot to keep the female-Rin from escaping and wiped the sweat away from his forehead.

That was close.

Cross struggled vigorously against being placed in the cooker and banged loudly against the walls with her fists from the inside, startling Ukobach to the degree that he fell from the countertop.

"Let me out! Why do you have such a large cup anyway?" she demanded, continuing to make a ruckus inside the pot.

"Don't worry Rin, I'll get you back to normal. Then we can cook like we usually do!" Ukobach replied reassuringly.

"Don't make me angry. I'm warning you—I can be super scary, see?" Cross bared her fangs, making her look more like a fussy kitten than a ferocious demon. It didn't matter either way—Ukobach couldn't see her through the stainless steel.

But of course, she had already forgotten that.

Ukobach hopped onto the counter and forced a smile onto his face as Yukio walked into the dining area. It seemed as though Rin had finally calmed down though, since he wasn't banging his fists on the pot anymore. Maybe being a girl made you more emotional—not that he would know.

Yukio looked around the room for any sign of the dark-haired demon, hoping that she hadn't managed to escape from the dorm. He didn't have time to chase after another one of Mephisto's "experiments"; he had a class to teach in about four hour's time, and there were still lesson plans to finalize.

He noticed Ukobach shifting rather uncomfortably on the countertop, which probably meant he was hiding something—or someone.

"Ukobach, have you seen a girl around here?" he asked, flitting his eyes around the room. He gestured to his shoulder and added, "She's about this high, and she's kind of…" He sighed. "Clueless."

Ukobach looked up at him and scratched his head. He already knows? If that's the case, he probably won't suspect me of anything. What a relief!

The imp bobbed his head and pointed to the stove behind him, where he had hidden Rin inside one of his pots. Hopefully Yukio would be able to fix this, or else he could probably never cook with Rin again!

Yukio peered over Ukobach's head and blinked. What was the demon pointing at? The stove? That girl was hiding in the stove? "I'm afraid I don't really understand all of this…"

What's so hard to understand? I'm telling you he's right there in the po—WHAT? Ukobach gawked; the pot was gone. But it was just there a few seconds ago! Who could've carried such a large—and heavy—pot away so quickly without attracting his attention?

Yukio fixed his spectacles and requested Ukobach to explain what had conspired in the kitchen just a few moments earlier, to which the little demon reluctantly agreed. He took the nearest scraps of paper towel he could find and—with a pencil—drew pictures and wrote explanations beneath them to convey to the exorcist what had just occurred.

He nodded in agreement whenever Yukio pieced together bits of information and, after receiving the full story, pointed to the window which had been pried open in his absence. Yukio immediately thanked him and dashed out the door, loading his pistols for safety measures. For someone to carry out that heavy a pot with such secrecy and ease, they would have to be a tough opponent.

A lone green goblin danced around on the roof of True Cross Academy's clock tower, purring and growling to itself with anticipation. His Master had left to get them both a bite to eat a half hour earlier, and had commanded him to stay put on the roof, lest one of the rookies from the academy spot him and attempt to exorcise him.

…Although, that would have probably been a good laugh.

The dark clouds began snaking their way across the sky, signaling to the familiar that if his Master didn't come back soon he would be completely soaked in the oncoming downpour. Impatient now, he paced back and forth, twitching his tail in agitation. He was hungry, alone, and had a muzzle over his mouth—not exactly a desirable situation to be in.

But then praise the demons! There flying through the air, coat flapping in the breeze, was his Master, Amaimon. The little goblin rejoiced and gurgled triumphantly as he pulled against his chain.

Amaimon landed silently on the roof with a large, steel pot in his hands. It was abnormally heavier than the previous days he had stolen it from Ukobach's kitchen, but whatever his brother's familiar made always tasted decent, so he wasn't really concerned. It just meant more food for him and Behemoth.

The demon king placed the pot onto the ground and knelt in front of the goblin, patting its head fondly, to which it purred in response. He took the muzzle off of Behemoth's mouth, tossing it aside, and edged the pot closer to him.

"It took a little longer than expected because of the exorcist. I would have killed him, but brother said not to. I hope you didn't wait too long because of me, Behemoth," Amaimon said calmly, nibbling on one of his fingernails. Behemoth growled with contentment and kneaded the bricks beneath his feet in response. "Alright then, let's eat!"

A blur burst out from the pot when Amaimon took the lid off, sending it flying off the roof with a loud clang. Behemoth was mildly startled and bared his teeth at the unwelcome guest, slowly beginning to change form. Amaimon simply placed a hand on his head and told him to stop, or else brother would probably punish them again.

"I had a nice nap!" Cross yawned, unfurling her tail and stretching her arms. She quickly registered the fact that she wasn't inside of the dorm building anymore, and looked out at the vast expanse of clouded sky above. What was happening? Why did the sky change color? "I made the sky angry by being noisy!" she cried in horror. She padded over to the edge of the clock tower's roof, overlooking the entire True Cross Academy Town.

A long passenger-train puffed along on a set of tracks circling the large campus, and alighted her curiosity when she heard the chiming sound of its whistle. She would have to ask Master if he would let her sit on such an interesting thing.

Large, majestic buildings were clustered all around the area, and she could see a group of—what she assumed to be—students leaving their classes for the day.

"You're not edible," Amaimon mumbled in disappointment, breaking the demon out of her trance. Behemoth echoed his disappointment with a soft snarl.

"K-Kyaa!" Cross nearly fell off of the roof after being startled; she didn't realize there were other people here. She whipped her head around and bared her fangs at the Demon King, not seeing who he was, and whined, "Don't startle people like that! I'll—Oh!" Her face lit up. "It's Amaimon! Hey, give me another sweet thing."

"Now I'll have to go buy something instead," Amaimon rambled on, looking for the nearest convenience store. Maybe he could get instant ramen. He would eat candy for every one of his meals, but he found that they just weren't filling enough, much to his dismay.

Cross continued to pester him for candy, searching through his pockets while he was not paying attention, locked in his own thoughtful trance. Behemoth snarled at the girl and made a lunge; no one should prod his Master in such a way. How dare she—he would rip her to shreds!

The demon broke free from his chains, gaining strength from his fit of rage, and tackled the poor girl to the ground, attempting to gnaw off one—or two—of her limbs. Cross shrieked and pushed with all of her might against the goblin, who appeared to be getting… larger? Amaimon paid no heed as his familiar assaulted the daughter of Satan; he was too busy thinking about what to have for launch.

Behemoth tugged at the strands of hair on the side of her head. Oh, it hurt. What had she done to the little animal in the first place? Was taking naps not allowed here? Would he let her go if she apologized? And it hurt even more because now he was digging his claws into her arms and it was painful, so very painful.

But she had felt worse.

She winced and hesitantly placed her hands on the side of the demon's head, attempting what she had done with other demons in her facility. She smiled cheerfully and said, "I'm sorry if I offended you! I promise if you just tell me what it is, I won't do it again. We're both demons, so let's get along, okay?"

Behemoth faltered for a moment; he hadn't been expecting kind words after maiming the girl, and it wasn't his fault that his natural instinct was to kill things. Kind words were just too confusing for him to comprehend. It didn't look like his Master was hurt either…

Amaimon snatched Behemoth away from Cross, a slight frown on his face. "This is mine, you can't have it."

Cross sat up and cocked her head curiously. She then pointed to the bundle of green in his arms. "Oh! Is that what you would call a pet?" she asked enthusiastically, wagging her tail.

The Demon King seemed to be taken aback by the statement, but kept his usual deadpan expression. "What… Behemoth is my partner. You're the devil, thinking something like that…" he replied, turning away from her.

"Eh? I'm not, you dumb Amaimon!" Well that was offensive.

Behemoth was placed back on the ground, now muzzled, and re-attached to the pole. He gurgled incoherently and folded his arms beneath his head, lying like a sulky dog because dammit, he was hungry. Amaimon let a sigh escape from his mouth and looked down at a shop a few blocks away.

"I have to eat now," he announced, hinting for the girl to tag along.

Cross stood up and stared at him, annoyed. "I already ate; I don't wanna go with you." Maybe she was a little too blunt for her own good.

"If you seduce the shopkeeper for me I'll get a discount," he continued thoughtfully, ignoring her previous statement. It was her fault he didn't have anything to eat in the first place—the least she could do was get him a price haggle.

"Seduce?" What the heck was that? Sounded yummy—food perhaps? "Can I eat it?"

Amaimon blinked, and a ghost of a smile crept across his face. This would be interesting. "I don't know. You should ask him that."

Cross thought for a moment, but unanimously agreed. "Okay, I'll go with you!" she cheered, forgetting all about Yukio and staying in the dorm.

Behemoth watched the conversation with a vague interest. This girl was too gullible for her own good; it would only lead her to disaster. And if it was his Master that she was getting involved with, well, what would you expect? He was a Demon King, for Gehenna's sake.

Amaimon leapt off the roof effortlessly and flew through the sky, his coat billowing behind him in the wind. Cross watched in awe as he soared above the buildings; she never dreamed of him being able to fly. Hopefully he could teach her how to do it later.

"I want to eat now. Don't make me angry."

Cross widened her eyes and bounded forward. "Wait for me!" she yelled, taking a large leap off of the clock tower. She landed silently on the roof of the Academy's main building, but quickly sprung across to the next building before any of the students who were in the courtyard could register the fact. She couldn't fly, but jumping was her forte.

Amaimon flew high above her as she darted across the rooftops, and the two demons quickly made their way to their destination.

Yukio leaned against the wall for support as he came to a stop. Mephisto's experiment really wasn't worth his time, and that girl was so much trouble—how was he supposed to keep someone from seeing her if she went off on her own the second he looked away? He'd checked everywhere he could think of—he even went as far as to check outside the school's campus for heaven's sake! How far away could she have been taken in such a short time?

He exhaled and fixed his glasses, which were on the brink of falling off his face. There was still another two hours before cram class began, so maybe he would be able to find her—oh what was he thinking? How in the world would he be able to find a demon like that by himself? If only he could ask someone for help, then maybe he'd have a chance…

Just as he thought all hope was lost, a certain fur-tailed shadow flew over him, and he immediately recognized it as the girl's—Cross, was it? He made a dash after the blur, although it was at least two times faster than he was, but he refused to give up after he now knew she was still in the Academy town.

A group of fan girls called out to him as he ran by, but he paid them no heed, much to their disappointment.

"Yukio-senpai! Where are you going?" one of the girls called out as he rounded a corner.

"Sorry, I'm a little busy at the moment!" the teacher apologized, continuing to give the demon girl chase. He then vowed to himself that someday—somehow—he would perform exorcism on Mephisto. Hell, if push came to shove, he would exorcise that girl as well. How many burdens was that crazy clown of a headmaster prepared to give him?

In two hours… I will definitely bring you back!

Two figures wearing long, black raincoats rounded one of the corners of True Cross Academy Town. The downpour had already begun, and as they walked, their feet pattered loudly against the pavement; it seemed as though they were in a rush. Many of the pedestrians shied away from the two, weary of their ominous aura and the inability to see their faces.

A small chime signaled the entrance of the two figures into the convenience store; one simply passed by lethargically while the other waved enthusiastically as the store clerk greeted them. The taller of the two walked towards the section where instant-food was located, and paused to consider the options displayed before him, while the other darted about the shelves, inspecting and touching every item she saw.

Eventually, the shorter person found her way to the coolers where flowers were kept and, not knowing what a fridge was, walked behind the glass and poked the array of roses and daisies in the vases. She flinched when she heard a slam behind her, realizing that the door had just shut behind her. She banged against the glass desperately, crying for someone to let her out.

The store clerk watched awkwardly as the taller man nonchalantly opened the fridge and dragged his clueless companion over to the instant-ramen isle, not saying a single word. The two of them paused to think through the variety of options, inspecting each of the labels and the prices that came with them.

"Chicken… Shrimp… Fish…" the taller of the two mumbled under his breath as he ran his fingers over the labels. The shorter leaned closer to the shelves and sniffed daintily at the plastic containers, which the store clerk thought was insanely weird, but he made no comment on it.

"Wow! There's so many…" the shorter gasped, but was interrupted by a slight sneeze. Her hood fell off, revealing what the clerk thought to be an adorable navy-haired, blue-eyed student. Although she did have abnormally pointed ears, that was only a slight drawback to her appearance.

The taller wordlessly grabbed one container from each product line, and conveniently placed them into the girl's open hands, to which she objected, "That's way too many, you dumb-head!"

"Just buy it," the tall figure said, turning away from her as if he were dismissing the statement and going off to another section of the store.

Reluctantly, the girl took the twenty containers of instant-ramen to the checkout counter and placed them on the countertop. She looked up at the store clerk—a boy in his late teens—with innocent, wide eyes and said, "Um… I'd like these please! If it's not too much trouble…"

Entranced, the clerk nodded and agreed, processing the items as he stared at her openly. Cross smiled warmly at him and tilted her head slightly to the side in response, trying to charm him as much as was possible—that was what Amaimon had told her to do after she had failed miserably at being "seductive."

"Don't… Don't ever do that again!" he had commanded her. She didn't even know Amaimon could make that kind of facial expression.

After the store clerk had finished ringing the containers through, he promptly placed the items into a plastic bag and handed them over to her shakily. She snatched the bag from the teen and bowed politely, said "Thank you very much, kind sir!" and skipped out the door giddily. She was followed by the other hooded customer, who once again walked by lethargically without acknowledging him.

"What strange people…" the clerk murmured to himself. It was then that he realized the girl had never paid for her purchases.

Cross dashed around the street corner, feeling slightly jittery at having made contact with yet another human. She clutched the plastic bag in her hands tightly and let out a relieved sigh; she'd done it!

She flinched when she felt pressure on both her shoulders, but it was only Amaimon looking over her head to confirm she had gotten his lunch.

She held out the bag with both hands to him and grinned. "Amaimon, Amaimon, did I do a good job?" she asked eagerly, wagging her tail beneath her raincoat.

The Demon King took the load from her hands and gave her the usual blank stare. That wasn't half bad; he didn't even have to speak—or pay for that matter. "Yes, that was a good job."

Cross' eyes nearly sparkled from being praised, and she looked up at him happily, exclaiming, "I've been praised. Please bestow your accolades upon me!"

"…Good girl," Amaimon said, shoving a lollipop into her mouth. How could she know a word like accolades, but not have a clue to what a fridge was? Well either way, the girl had done her part, and now he had some food for Behemoth and himself—no sense lingering around any longer. He was hungry.

Seeing as how the sky had finally cleared, he then pulled back the hood from his head and leapt into the air. "Time to eat, see ya around!" he announced, disappearing into the blue expanse above.

"Bye Amaimon!" Cross waved from the pavement, rolling the sucker in her mouth. She looked around at the unfamiliar array of buildings and pavement; where was she? She blinked and teetered to the corner of the alleyway, peering out from behind the brick walls for anything she could go on.

A van zoomed past her, blaring its horn, and she shrieked in surprise. What was that? Such a scary thing… She looked out onto the road again, this time greeted by a large, honking truck. Frightened, she ran out onto the sidewalk and shot through the crowds of people passing by, some startled and some amused.

So scary!

Panting heavily, she leaned against the wall of another alleyway to catch her breath. What kind of place was this? It was fine being with Amaimon, but by herself it was terrifying!

Just as she was about to go into panic, she heard a familiar voice.

"Cross-san, where are you?"

Nii-san! Nii-san was looking for her! Touched, her eyes began to water; nobody had ever cared for her—it was just too much to take in all at once. She looked out once more and saw the familiar brown-haired teen wearing his black teacher's coat. He ran across the wet pavement, calling out for her desperately because there were only thirty minutes left on the clock.

"Please come out!"

"I'm here, nii-san!" she cried out, bounding towards him across the street. She darted in between the oncoming cars which honked loudly at her—some of the drivers even cursed at her as they drove by.

Yukio could only watch helplessly as she weaved her way through the onslaught of traffic. Several times he had commanded her to go back to the sidewalk to wait for him, but she adamantly refused to, saying that she was coming to him.

Eventually, she made her way to the other side of the street, slipping rather ungracefully on the slick pavement (was there even a graceful way to slip?) and crashing head-first onto the sidewalk in front of Yukio. She hugged his leg and whined, "Nii-san, it was scary! This is a scary place!"

"Don't go off on your own again!" Yukio nearly yelled, stressed over how much time he had wasted looking for her.

He sighed after seeing her heart-broken facial expression and attempted to shake her off. "You really are a handful." He continued his futile attempts at trying to shake her off of his leg, to no avail. "Could you kindly let go of my leg, Cross-san?"

"No," she refused, childishly sticking out her tongue.

Yukio shifted uneasily under the glares of the other pedestrians; this was going to harm his reputation. Badly. He probably wouldn't be able to walk on broad daylight without being called a pervert after this ordeal. "But I can't walk if you're attached to my leg—you'll get scraped on the sidewalk," he countered, crouching down and prying her fingers from his ankle. He added reassuringly, "Just follow me and it'll be fine."

A moment passed before Cross sprung up from the ground, suddenly cheerful, and bobbed her head. "Okay nii-san, whatever you say!"

He frowned. "You'll listen to me now, but not when you're jaywalking…"

"I went shopping today!" Cross exclaimed, punching her fists into the air and expertly changing the subject.

Acknowledging her childish attitude, Yukio responded as his father would to a much younger Rin, "Oh really? Did you have fun and buy good things?" Wait a second, where in the world did she get money from?

The demon gave a quick nod and grinned. "It was really fun! I bought a lot of plastic cups!"

"Plastic cups?"

Cross continued to ramble on about the inside of the convenience store and all of the "amazing" things that you could buy there, and Yukio had no other choice but to listen. She reminded him a lot of how Rin used to act when he was around five or six years old, and the nostalgic feeling made him smile. This time around, however, he was the older brother.

"…And there was chicken and shrimp andfishand…" A deep breath. "…Big cups and small ones…"

Yukio rubbed his temples exasperatedly. The hope that Cross hadn't inherited too much of Rin's chatty-childhood-personality had been ruined.

"Okay, okay! I get it, the store is very convenient."

Cross widened her eyes in realization—she had just experienced a "eureka" moment. "So that's…!" she gawked. "That's why it's called a convenience store…!"

Yukio smacked his palm against his forehead. "Dear lord…"

"Are we praying now, nii-san?" she asked curiously.

Yukio shot her a hopeless glance. Someone save me…

Yukio cleared his throat and picked up a book from his desk, preparing to begin his lecture. He flipped through the pages of the thick, black book, and retrieved a piece of white chalk from his desk. "Now if you could all turn to page two-hundred-and-thirty-four of your textbooks, you should find everything you need to know about the lesson plan for today," he announced, writing the title of the lesson down onto the board.

Izumo opened her textbook to the desired page, taking in its contents. So today's lesson was about… repelling demons of the family of the King of the Earth? Hadn't they already gone over this subject?

"Excuse me sensei, but haven't we already gone over this subject?" she interjected, pausing the lesson.

Yukio began his detailed drawing of the Demonic Elements chart on the chalkboard, not even sparing a glance as he replied, "Yes, but we will be discussing the topic further in depth, Kamiki-san."

"It's because of that earthquake earlier, isn't it?" she added.

Yukio paused. "…Yes, this is simply taking precautions. Our Academy is most likely being targeted by the Earth King." He then resumed drawing the five-point star in the middle and continued, "As we have discussed, demons of the King of the Earth's family are weak to techniques involving the King of the Air's family, as well as…"

Izumo scoffed. She had already read through the entire section about the family of decay; this would just be a waste of her time. Bon became agitated at Izumo's overly-confident behavior, but somehow managed to restrain himself from yelling across the room. That girl really pissed him off.

"Under rare circumstances, Earth demons can be subject to weakness from techniques involving the King of Fire's family, depending on whether their abilities are rooted directly to the ground or to plant life."

Shiemi furrowed her brow, concentrating on the lesson and writing down the key points in her notebook; it wouldn't be bad writing them down again, just to make sure. Plus, Anti-Demon Pharmacology wasn't really a subject she excelled in…

"Ah!" Shiemi exclaimed, raising her hand into the air. "Yuki-ch—I mean, Okumura-sensei, I have a question!"

"What is it, Moriyama-san?" he asked automatically, acknowledging her.

Her face became flushed—a red that would put strawberries to shame. "U-Uhm… This doesn't have anything to do with the lesson, b-but… There are only five elements…" she stuttered in a barely audible voice.

Yukio waited.

"So… There are only five elements…" she continued, slightly less nervous. "…But there are Eight Princes of Gehenna! I was just… wondering about the other three because we've passed the subject of the Princes, b-but that hasn't been explained…!" She had to admit that she had become increasingly curious about the Eight Princes, mostly because of the ordeal with Amaimon during their "summer camp."

Yukio returned to labeling his diagram and replied apologetically, "I'm afraid that it isn't my position to discuss that with you. It is forbidden for that information to be shared with Exwires, and will also be a lesson taught by the Demonology teacher in the future."

Shiemi immediately lowered her head to her paper, avoiding the teacher's gaze. "Ah… S-Sorry Okumura-sensei!"

"Don't apologize; the will to learn is always welcome in a class," Yukio said, offering her a smile smile. "I'm glad to see the effort students put forth into their studies."

"Y-Yes!"

Shima rested his head in his hands and stared at the board lazily. Cram class was so much more boring ever since Rin had been entered into a different curriculum—and he was a pretty cool guy too! It must've been terrible for an energetic guy like him to be forced into learning in solitude.

The minutes ticked by quickly as Yukio continued the day's lesson—about a half-hour long, as was the allotted time for each class. A large portion of written work was independent study, which was why cram classes were so short compared to normal classes.

As boring as the class seemed, the sudden disruption that came a few moments later undoubtedly made it one of the most interesting lessons Yukio had ever given.

The dull sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, barely loud enough to be heard by the class. Izumo, however, never missed anything, and immediately began questioning the source of the sound. Every student that was currently taking the cram class was here, so it couldn't possibly be one of their own…

The majority of the cram class students stiffened as the footsteps came closer to their classroom's door, some of them even readying themselves to summon familiars or recite mantras on the off-chance that it would be a demon.

…And it was!

The door burst open, and a cheerful navy-haired demon skipped into the class, carrying a polka-dotted box. She pranced over to Yukio, who stood frozen in shock at the board, and beamed up at him proudly.

"Nii-san, you forgot your dinner!" she announced, shoving the bundle into his hands.

Yukio stared at her in horror and dropped the piece of chalk from his hand. Coming into an exorcist cram class at a time like this… How the hell did she even manage to get into the building anyway? She needed one of those magic keys that only Mephisto gave—

Realization hit him like a tidal wave; this had Mephisto written all over it. That bastard was purposefully making his life difficult.

Bon immediately burst from his seat, his face twisted in both shock and confusion. "Okumura-kun, you piece of crap, what the hell is this?" he demanded loudly, aiming his words at the demon girl.

Shima widened his eyes and gawked at the girl as well. "Woah, Rin, I didn't know you were that type of guy—you don't look half bad!"

"Have you lost your head, idiot?" Izumo commented, officially deeming Rin as an "idiot pervert" in her mind.

Shiemi was at a loss for words—what could she even say in a situation like this? Her best friend… dressed up like a girl? "I don't think I can handle this…"

Takara turned his rabbit puppet toward Cross and using ventriloquism, commented, "Stupid cross-dresser!"

Konekomaru clasped his hands together and recited, "God created man and woman… God created man and woman…!"

Cross smiled at Yukio, not taking notice of the outraged students around her, and asked, "Nii-san, what's the matter? Aren't you hungry?"

"Not very much, thank you…" the teacher choked in response.

DUN DUN DUNNNNN *Dramatic music*

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