Okay, seeming how you FAITHFUL READERS aren't going to my profile; I'll tell you here.
I want to know which songs fit best for my stories best. NOT the characters!! But the story. I've already gotten two, but from the same person just for different stories. She thinks:
No Longer in the Human World - Taking Over Me by Evanescence
and
Saved by the Legendary Thief Youko Kurama - Innocence by Avril Lavigne
Let me know if any of you FAITHFUL READERS have other suggestions.
Once I think I've reached a reasonable amount I'll ask around youtube to see if they could make something (yes I have pictures if some of you know how to make AMVs).
Key:
"Blah, blah, blah" = Talking
- Blah, blah, blah - = Involuntary mind reading
Blah, blah, blah = Thinking to self
'Blah, blah, blah' = Heart Crystal talking
Well enjoy this chapter!! Read and give a review!
Ch. 9: Trouble Arises
"This could be worse." I tell my friends - looking over our work uniforms - my weight on my right foot, my head cocked on the same side, and my hands on my hips.
Mark's uniform has the same design as Youko's and the other men dressed in white, only Mark's is green. There's a darker green under shirt, sash/belt, shoes, and wrist bands. The outfit is entirely too large him, though he doesn't tell us.
I wish the outfits Rebecca and I are wearing were decent like his. Wearing this outfit I feel, like, a Fricken' Egyptian bellydancer. The skirt is white with a two inch purple border. It does go down to our ankles but the slits on the sides run up past our hips, and the dip in the front goes past our bellybutton. The 'shirt' is just as embarrassing as the skirt. It stops just below the bust and beginnings show 'just the right amount of cleavage'. It has little stud diamonds along the upper violet purple border with spikes on the side. Luckily thick straps hold the bra shirt up. Light purple fingerless gloves run up to our mid-upper arms, and a white collar with thin purple borders is around our necks. We have white shoes, too. Unlike Mark's outfit ours hug us, making me feel very uncomfortable.
"Oh really? How so, Glow?" Mark mimics my posture.
"Well…" I tap my chin and gaze up at the light blue ceiling. "We could be-"
"ACHOO!!!"
"Bless you." Mark and I say simultaneously looking over at Rebecca, who's gently rubbing under her nose with her slim index finger.
"I think I'm getting a cold." She sniffles.
"Kitty-Cat-chan, you're always cold." I state.
"And that skanky outfit isn't helping any." Mark mutters.
He's soon on the floor with several bumps on his head. "Hentai no baka," Rebecca and I crack our knuckles with a poisonous look in our eyes.
Rebecca sneezes again, ruining the serious/angry moment. "Gosh, I hate this." she mutters.
I sigh out. "Becky," I call my best friend's nickname and place a cool hand on her nearly bare shoulder. "You get sick very easily-"
"Which is a pain in the ass!" Mark says from his place on the carpeted floor.
I brush off what he said (mostly because it's true) and continue my say. "So I'll do some work, while you look for something warmer to wear."
"Nah, I'm good." Rebecca dismisses the offering. "After all… I'm a big girl now!" she sings.
Mark jumps back to his feet and points a finger at the human cat. "That sounds like something Glow would say."
"Shut it!" I stomp on Mark's foot making him wince.
Mark uses a nearby bedpost for support while rubbing his aching foot.
All three of us have separate bedrooms, but all the rooms are connected to one fairly large bathroom in the middle. Mine is on the right, Becky's on the left, and Mark's room is in the back – so he has to either enter my room or Rebecca's to get to his. My room and Rebecca's both have three doors; one that leads to the hallway, another leading to the bathroom, and the last leading to Mark's room. We are all currently in Becky's room.
Rebecca's bright blue eyes widen briefly, but they soon relax and glare at the wooden door. "Someone's coming…"
On cue the door bursts open, slamming on the wall making Mark and I jump in surprise.
A demon with neck length black hair, long pointed ears, tan skin, white/light gold-ish eyes, and two horns sprouting from his forehead stands in the doorway looking beyond pissed.
Coming back into my body I realize that this demon was with Youko (number two).
I think his name is Yomi.
"What the hell are you looking at, wench!" Yomi's booming order shocks me, and I realize that I was staring at him.
"Ano…" I look down at my feet, a light pink brushing across my cheekbones; my long bangs hide my brown eyes. Behind my back I wring my hands in nervousness.
"You damn bastard." I hear Mark growl to the horned demon. The distance sound of knuckles cracking, a sword being unsheathed, and an amused chuckle do nothing to me.
+Becky's POV+
"Hold on!!" I exclaim.
Quickly I wrap my arms around Mark's abdomen and place my hands on his katana's handle, stopping him from drawing his katana like Yomi had done seconds ago. My, normally, kind blue eyes harden into a striking glare at the demon in my doorway.
"Look, Yomi." I start. "I'm positive that, your Lord Youko wouldn't appreciate that you seriously injure one of his new… helpers. Besides," I can't help but smirk at what I'm about to say. "How would it sound to other demons if you challenged a human? Not good if you ask me."
I hear Yomi having a self-debate; whether he should challenge Mark or not.
"Pft," Yomi lets out as he sheaths his weapon. He turns on his heel. "Let's go." He growls out and walks down the hallway.
Mark follows after the horned demon with a smug look on his face, putting as much space between himself and Yomi.
I begin to, but I don't feel Gloria walking.
Looking over my shoulder I don't see her happy chocolate eyes; they're staring at the light blue carpet. I tilt my head in confusion.
"Kitsune?" I call Gloria by her nickname.
She doesn't answer.
I take a few steps towards her. "Kitsune…?" Still she doesn't respond. "Gloria?!" I let out a harsh whisper as I shake her shoulders.
+Gloria's POV+
"Huh?" I blink back the tears that I didn't even know began to form. "Nan desu ka, Kitty-Cat-chan?" I stare clueless-ly at my younger, adopted, sister not knowing why she just shook me like that.
"So you're still with us?" Rebecca gently hits my head, making me blink with each pat.
"Hai…." I'm still confused.
"Good! Now c'mon," Rebecca grabs hold of my wrist and practically drags out of her ocean colored room. "Ookami, and that Yomi guy, already got a good amount a head of us." She looks back at me. "And we don't want there to be any bloodshed here." Oddly enough she smiles at that (at least I consider that to be odd).
"Yeah," I muster up a smile, closing my eyes.
"Hm?" Becky looks back at me with a raised eyebrow.
I dismiss what she 'said'. After all I can be an emotional wreck at certain times, and I don't enjoy being yelled at though I enjoy yelling.
After a few twists and turns that Rebecca makes, we reach Yomi and Mark. Mark looks down at us two with a raised eyebrow, but Rebecca and I just smile up at him.
Yomi didn't seem to notice our absence. That's good.
I sigh. The last thing I need right now is a demon on my ass. A few seconds later another blush goes across my face; releasing that, that thought sounded a bit pervy. Note to self: hit Mark!!
I blame the human wolf demon because he's… well he's Mark!! He's a bloody eight-teen year old man with two female friends! He just 'had' to teach us some things.
But I secretly blame his parents. Remembering Mark's father makes my body tense and a shiver go up and down my spine, filled with fright.
"Gloria?" I hear Rebecca whisper.
I look down at her with curious, blinking eyes.
She sighs. "Let's get started."
"Nani?" I'm finally able to see that we're in the kitchen, and Mark isn't here.
"C'mon." Rebeccathrows a broom in my direction, to which I catch clumsily.
I gingerly rub the middle of my forehead, a spot were the broom's handle collided; a groan leaving passes my gritted teeth.
Once done with the pain on my head, I concentrate on the smell of the filthy kitchen. The strong smell makes my eyes water. It consist of rotting foods, aged beverages, mice dung, some kind of purple fuzz, soap scum, animal insides, and other gut wrenching stuff.
Rebecca wastes no time in sweeping the tan wooden floor. I soon join her in the tough sweeping, mostly just dirt dragged in by the numerous demons. There are few spots were there's dried on droppings left by the Makai mice, but we've decided that we'd wash the floors later because of that.
"Beck?" I ask.
"Hm?"
"What do we do after this? I kinda spaced out." I give Rebecca a sheepish grin, a bead of sweat running down the side of my face.
She lets out a sigh. "Hmmm. We still have to clean their rooms, do the laundry, make their meals, and basically be their moms." She shrugs her nearly bare shoulders, with a slight disgusted look on her face.
"Great!!" I flop my arms to my sides – bringing them up then they loudly hit my sides, but it's normallydulled by my street clothes. "I'm a fifteen year-old girl, dressed like this," I display my belly dancing outfit. "That has many 'children'. What does that tell you?" I playfully glare at Rebecca.
"You're a hussy." Becky replies with a smug look.
I lightly growl at her in the back of my throat, but soon laugh heartily. "If I'm a hussy, so are you." I give her my own smug look.
Rebecca's orbs well up like Siberian puppy eyes – the puppy-dog look – and points to herself. "But, I'm only fourteen!"
"And I be fifteen!" I say proudly, deliberately messing up my grammar.
Both of us lightly laugh and continue to work.
We sweep the dirt and surprises into a decent sized pile. Rebeccasweeps the stuff into a tin bucket, while I hold it in front of the dirt. Luckily, for her and me, she's nice enough that she doesn't 'miss' the bucket and hit my face.
Both of us team up against the mountain of dirty dishes. I wash the dishes with great force – trying to get the dried on food to come off, and the purple fuzz. Rebecca rinses, scraps off any scrapes I missed with her claws, and dries them.
Once that mission is done I clean out the cabinets (mostly because Rebecca can't reach them). Rebecca hands me the outsized plates and bowls, and I put them away. Then, she gives me the smaller plates to which I place on top of the larger plates – or in the bigger bowls. Both of us carefully put the sharp objects away; not wanting to get cut.
That task gets done faster.
I tie a clean piece of cloth around my mouth and nose, so the smell will be at least dulled. Grabbing the dated cleaning supplies I walk towards Becky, sidling the semi-full brown bucket down my arm. She has on a similar mask, cleaning supplies in one hand, and her other grips the cooler's knob.
I twirl the mop's handle in between my right hand's fingers and slam it down into my left hand – lightly saying 'ow' and my right eye twitches; at the slight sting of pain.
Rebecca quickly opens the air sealed shut door. Like an army on crack we are met with a wicked stench. On instinct our arms fly up to our mouths and noses.
"GAH!! What the hell?" My muffled yell sounds, my eyes watering; the smell is so strong.
"What on earth could make such a putrid smell?" Rebecca asks.
"Heck if I know."
"That was a rhetorical question, Gloria."
"Oh," my eyes widen with realization and I laugh nervously, while scratching the back of my neck. "I knew that!"
"Ah-huh, sure you did. Now let's get to work, the sooner we finish this the sooner we'll be done." With great courage Rebecca walks inside the cooler.
Aw, man! I whine to myself not wanting to do this… smelly task.
I let out a sigh and bravely step into the dark, damp, cold room.
+Rebecca's POV+
- Aw, man! - I hear Gloria think to herself.
Dang! I have got to get a better gist of this mind reading stuff.
I concentrate on cleaning the cooler; most of the stuff has to be taken out because it's old, really old. The shelves don't go out of my reach but I do have trouble seeing the top.
I look over to my older female friend. She doesn't seem to have any trouble. Gloria isn't even standing on the balls of her feet, although she does have to tip her head a ways back to see what's in the rear.
"This is disgusting!" Gloria states.
"Yup." I agree with her. "I guess guys don't have the common sense to clean up after themselves."
"Hai, hai." From the corner of my eye I see Gloria nod in agreement.
Her childish behavior may be annoying to some, even I on certain days, but for the most part I end up laughing. She's a year older than me and Mark's four years older, yet I seem to be the one with the most sense in our little group – when we're not sugar high, then we're all just a bunch of crazy teens.
"GAH, damn-it all!!"
I quickly turn my head to Gloria, upon hearing her swear. She's using one of the cooler's shelves for support while she inspects her left foot.
- Please let this just be purple fuzz! – she yells to herself.
"C'mon let's go have a look in the kitchen, where the light is better." I reason. I let Gloria place her right hand on my shoulder – for balance – and she hops towards one of the large oak chairs. I walk towards the sink and wet a brown, red, and oragne washcloth while she sits down in the well kept chair.
"I'm not gonna grow anything am I?" Gloria looks worriedly at her purple, gooey, fuzzy shoe.
"If it didn't seep through, you should be fine." I hand her the wet multicolored washcloth.
"Arigatou," Gloria takes the rag, slips off her white shoe, and using the table next to her she roughly scrubs the bottom of her shoe.
I lightly laugh, seeing her funny/determined her expression and lean against the now clean counter. I don't want to suffer in the cleaning by myself.
I begin to feel several tugs in my heart. Looking at Gloria I see that she's not affected, or she's too busy to notice the feeling.
Soft whispers tell me to be in the main entrance area.
But why? If this keeps on happening – the whole heart tug thing – can't it, at the very least, give me a specific reason? I let out a stressed sigh.
"Alright!" Hearing Gloria's victorious yell; I look over at her. She places her clean shoe on her foot.
"Uh, Gloria." My saying her name falls on deaf ears.
"Gah!! Wet!" she yells once both of her feet touch the wooden floor. Quickly she brings her foot up again.
"I tried to warn you." I use my sing-song tone. I roll my blue eyes with a small smile on my lips hearing her lightly growl.
The tugging in my heart increases as I begin to hear shouts from the main entrance.
"What's going on?" Gloria asks.
I don't answer her question.
'The Healer will give an arm….'
The healer? Kitsune? I look towards the brown haired human kitsune. Give an arm? What the heck does that mean? Will she clap, help someone with something? Wait!!
My eyes widen with realization. She has the Crystal of Healing, so does that mean she'll literately give an arm to someone?
My eyes relax. But how can that be?
A pain filled yell breaks my concentration. Rushing towards the open door – next to Gloria – I look out to the main entry.
All the demons are circling someone.
"What do you think happened, Kitty-Cat-chan?"
I shrug my shoulders, ignoring her puzzled gaze.
The large group of demonic men are so close together that I can't see what they're huddling around.
"Hey!!" Gloria and I chorus. Someone makes me lose my footing and trip away from the open door. Gazing up, I see that Youko is holding Gloria's left wrist and is dragging her towards the parting men.
"Dang-it, what is it with people grabbing my wrists today, AND THE DRAGGING?!" she exclaims in frustration.
I hastily follow after them. But with Youko's long legs he takes longer strides than I do, so I'm a bit behind. Even Gloria is having a hard time keeping up with him.
Elbowing my way through the pack of demons; I begin to see the thing these male demons are around.
It's that dark demon, the one that karate chopped me and Gloria in the neck! I exclaim in my mind. Slowly my eyes widen seeing that his right arm is cut off, the clean cut stops just below where the shoulder begins. Black blood, shinning blue in the dim light, oozes out from the poorly wrapped wound creating an enlarging puddle; the demon seems to be in great amounts of pain. His sheet white hand grips what is left of his arm, his own blood staining his clawed fingers.
Youko throws Gloria down next to the dark demon; a small dirt cloud lifting in the air once she meets the ground. Gloria whips her head towards the strong silver fox with an angry look in her normally childish-kind eyes. But she soon withers into nothing and I can visibly see that she's terrified of him now.
"Fix him," Youko orders.
"Youko-sama, I don't mean to disrespect you, but I refuse to have a human fix me!" shouts the dark demon.
"Well this human doesn't want to fix you! ... Course it depends on what type of fix." Gloria mumbles the last part to herself, her shoulders hunched forward but I can see the knowing grin plastered on her lips. I shake my head in disapprove-ment; understand what she meant by saying 'fix'.
"Marcin," Youko addresses the demon with the missing arm. "Either you let this onna assist you, or be of no longer use to me."
Marcin's onyx eyes widen in surprise.
-If I don't let this ningen onna heal me I'll die for sure. But, how can a simple human give me an arm? Not to mention I'll never live it down by the guys. - I hear Marcin debate with himself.
The demon lets out a frustrated growl and holds out what he has left of his right arm. Gloria looks at the shoulder, then up at Marcin, and back down at the shoulder.
"Don't just sit there like a slut! Fix this!!"
Despite the fact that I see Gloria's profile, I can clearly notice the surprised look on her face but that emotion is soon gone and is taken by a raging fire of hate and her pale hands form into tight fists.
Marcin simply raises an eyebrow at her behavior.
I really hope that she won't do anything to drastic. Over the nine years that we've been friends I can say that I'm not afraid of Gloria when she's mad. But I still keep my distance knowing that she wants some space and time to cool down.
Seeing that Gloria is beginning to calm down I let out a thankful sigh - but with Youko's hand on her nearly bare shoulder I don't think that she's really calming down. Slowly Youko takes his hand off her shoulder.
With an irritating huff she slowly begins unwrap Marcin's wound.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, ningen?" Marcin shouts.
"Unfortunately, helping you," Gloria darkly says. - I just hope I know what I'm doing. -
Somehow the blood has stopped releasing. I hear some of the demon's around me whispering on how could it happened.
The bandages fall into the puddle of blood, slowly becoming the same color.
Gloria gently places her hands on the demon's shoulder, slowly closing her indifferent eyes. Marcin's, deadly, orbs watch her hands; waiting for something to happen.
"Nani!?" a demon close by me shouts.
For what feels like the twentieth time today, my sky blue eyes widen.
Pure white, sparkling threads loop around the area where Marcin's arm would be; forming a semi-oval. Multiple thin strings of dark blue and black wrap around the mass of white, though they fail to dull the bright color. The dark strands sink into the white bundle.
The half oval intensifies and begins to take shape.
The semi-oval shrinks down to the form of a lean, muscular arm the dark lines now becoming very noticeable as the white threads begin to dull. The white slowly dissipates into nothing, soon after the black and dark blue threads evaporate.
"How the hell did she do that," shouts a different demon.
I release a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Did you know your friend could do that?"
I jump at the sound of the rough, yet smooth, voice. Gazing up; I see the bat demon that showed Mark, Gloria, and I to Youko Kurama yesterday, Kuronue.
Kuronue moves his indigo eyes to the lower corner – his eyes meeting mine. "Well?"
"I know that she can heal minor cuts and bruises. But, I never knew that she could actually give someone a limb." I tell him.
"Hm," one corner of Kuronue's lips tugs up. "Interesting."
"Whoa, check it out! Not even a scar!" exclaims an unimportant demon. This catches my attention.
Marcin is now standing up with demons gawking at Gloria's handy work. They look over the arm, under it, and around it; noting that there's not even blemish. Gloria still sits where she was thrown: her legs tucked underneath her, hands placed on her lap, and her head down.
"You're welcome…." Gloria growls out.
Marcin looks down at her with a snort.
Bolting up, Gloria stomps pass me and into the kitchen.
+Gloria's POV+
I can't believe I helped that bastard! He calls me a slut and what do I do? I FRICKEN' HELP THE GUY REGROW HIS FRICKEN' ARM!!! … AND HE DOESN'T EVEN GIVE THE SLIGHTEST THANKS!!!
I take my rage out on a defenseless shelf. I'm lightly snarling while cleaning, my weak human arm muscles fully sized and tense.
Suddenly the layer breaks in half. Grumbling words under my breath I toss the shelf out into the clean kitchen.
"You are aware that we just cleaned that right?" I hear Rebecca.
"Yeah…"
"Kitsune, don't worry about what he said," I can tell that Rebecca is referring 'he' to Marcin. "He doesn't know you, and it was the demon's who picked this outfit out. Besides," I hear her going back to work. "Aren't you the who informed me that a demon's sense of smell is so acute that they can smell whether or not someone is a virgin? Or have you and Ookami finally realized your love for each other?" I can just hear the cat-like smirk forming on her lips.
My whole becomes tense and a hot blush runs from my neck to my hairline. "We're just friends, Rebecca, you should know that!!" I shout at her.
"Rebecca?" asks a voice to my left.
Sheep! I mind squeaks.
Cautiously I move my head towards the open door. There stands Youko number two, Kuronue on his right, and Yomi on Youko's left. All of which have their arms crossed over their chests.
I swallow a large lump in my throat.
"I thought her name was 'Kitty-Cat-chan'." Yomi voices with an arrogant look.
"Uhhh… well ya' see… ummm…." I move my eyes this way and that.
Mark, Rebecca, and I all voted that we'd use our demon nicknames when we work; thinking that it would be safer. But now…
"Go on," Kuronue smoothly instructions.
"I vote that if their excuse isn't good enough we torture them and slowly kill them." I hear that Yomi moved his sword an inch out of its sheath.
Damn-it what are we going to do!?
My heart begins to pound rapidly within my ribcage, my dark brown eyes sluggishly widens, I can feel a thin layer of sweat forming on my hands, the inside of my neck becomes desert dry, and I can feel what little coloring I have on my face drip away. Gazing over to Rebecca I see that she lost the color of her slightly tan skin; she seems be to in poorer condition than me. Very slowly her body sways but quickly regains its posture.
"Ano..." Looking back up at Youko number two's cold golden eyes my heart stops beating. Dark spots with bright thin outer colors blink in front of my big eyes.
"You were lying all this time about your names?" he unemotionally asks.
My heart seems to shrink when he asks that; quickly I look away hoping that my eyes didn't give away anything important.
We're dead, we're dead, we're dead, we're dead! And it's all my fault!!! Again my heart begins to thrash within its prison.
Hours seem to pass by.
"Leave them be." Youko number two orders. The said kitsune youkai turns on his heel and walks out of the kitchen avoiding the broken wood. Kuronue following shortly afterwards.
"What-! How-! Why-! When-!" Yomi looks back and forth. With an enraged scowl Yomi is out of the kitchen.
I let out a shaky breath. Wiping my hands on my white skirt I look over to Becky. The coloring is coming back to her body and I can feel her heart going back to normal.
"Did we just survive lying to three powerful demons?" I ask astonished that we're still living.
"I hope we did," Becky responds. "Or Heaven smells a lot like rotten foods and male laziness, and it's really cold."
"You're right It is!" I wrap my arms around myself.
Both of us laugh wholeheartedly and quickly get out of the cooler; we've wasted enough of its freezing air. After shutting it off, we take the broken wood near the entrance - not knowing if we're allowed fully outside.
Once back in the clean kitchen I grab a piece of paper, a quill, and a small bottle of ink. I place them on a drier part of the kitchen table and sitting down in the sleek chair I look to Rebecca, who's sitting beside me.
"What are we going to need?" I ask wondering what we'll need for the demonic men. Rebecca closes her eyes and begins to tell me what we'll need in the very near future, while I write them down rapidly.
+In a village miles away+
A decent sized village begins to settle down for the night. Stores are closing down, mothers are gathering their children to take them home, fathers are running after the rebelling kids. Seemingly in secret women barely dressed in anything sit outside bars, nocturnal demons walk about with fanged grins and long proud steps, and loud shouts and cheers sound inside the taverns.
One inn, by the name of Lucky Poison, seems to be the loudest.
Dimly lit candles fail to hide demon women taking demon men into back rooms or upstairs. The lower halves of the place are cold gray stone. The upper portions have a cork feeling to it with small tacks pinning aged papers with decorative writing scribbled on them. Dark wood separates the two and the same wood runs up to the ceiling, supporting the underground adultery. The bar itself lights up with different dark and warm colors due to the bottles of mind-numbing drinks. The bartender has sandy color hair, sun kissed skin, evergreen peaceful eyes, soft facial features, large rough hands, and small dog ears on top of his head. His eyes scan the area watching out for anyone that seems to be a threat to this place.
In one corner, far away from the madness, a young man sits his oddly looking, unemotional eyes gazing into his beer's white foam. His back is to the people. One of his arms behind him; slung over the old wooden chair.
"Ya' know," sounds a voice behind him. "Me be thinkin' that we gets a new meetin' place."
"Oh?" sounds the waiting demon.
"Yea', 'cause me just got jumped by some worthless, but totally temptin', whores." The new male demon sighs and sits by his seemingly friend. "So what 'cha want ta know?" The demon takes a chug of his alcoholic drink sitting back in his own chair crossing his panted legs, his violet bangs brushing across his closed eyes. His tanned back muscles twitch at the action, having some of the women hypnotized by them.
"What's new?"
"Hm?" the demon wipes away his foamy mustache. "Me have been hearin' 'bout some ningens that smell of the S class."
The demon looks at his friend, interest flashing to his unemotional eyes. "Really now?" The interested demon shows his abnormal white fangs.
"Yup, yup! There's onethat-" The rude demonis interrupted by his own burp. "That survived a go with that creepy crow demon. Uhhh, me thinks his name is Karasu." Again the bad-mannered demon drinks down his cold beverage.
"How so?" asks the interested demon, folding his fingers together and demonically gazing at his associate.
"Me dunno." The demon shrugs his naked shoulders. "It might have to do with their scent. Still," the male sticks out his tongue and shakes the wet copper cup by its handle, a small drop of yellow substance drops on his pink digit. "Odd if ya's think 'bout it."
"This is most interesting." The now fully intrigued demon lets out a dark chuckle. His facial features very happy.
Notes: Okay, a few notes should clear up any confusion.
1) I'm calling Youko 'Youko numer two' because Gloria doesn't know that they're the same.
2) I've looked on photobucket and I couldn't find a good enough picture to see what eye color he had. Most of them were after he got blind. I did find one but it was blurry.
3) Yes, the rude demon was only wearing pants.
4) Rebecca doesn't REALLY have claws, they're just freakishly long.
5) No, Lucky Poison doesn't really sell poison - at least the kind that can kill you.
Again, let me know what song you think fits best for this story, and my others if you have read them. Ja ne!!
