1457-1456 Days left until Graduation

Claude decided to do some investigating of his own about the time and place he was in now. The things his master had described to him were extremely vague and incredibly difficult to follow. Her personality was incredibly odd and pathetic, trying to befriend a demon and trying to assist him with any chore, especially with washing the dishes. She suggested that she washed it and he dry it, although her protests were fruitless. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as he walked out of the apartment complex. What she was trying to accomplish was impossible and foolish. His new master was also pathetic, not exactly having a backbone to defend herself, as if she had no pride at all, just accepting the insults hurled at her. But he had to say that there was something... Alluring about her soul. It was dark, dimly lit, worn-out, and beat-up, and normally regular human souls have just a fair amount of light shining in their souls with some darkness, but hers was just completely black, only a few white spots he could see.

When Claude had arrived, more dark spots had been removed from the soul, but it was barely a few. He theorized that his new master had just hid everything with a facade, a smile, and just kept everything inside, her dark emotions covering the soul. Claude wanted to destroy the facade, the mask his new master was hiding behind and see her true colors. He wondered if she was actually kind, or if it was fake trait to make herself look good. He licked his lips. Yes. This was definitely a good meal.

Claude jumped onto the top of the building, observing New York City from that height. There was dozens of extremely tall buildings lit up under the night sky, which contained no stars at all. He stared down below, watching multiple people pass by with their faces looking downwards. Ah. The tablet things his master had talked about. Those are what phones look like now? Claude eyes the outfits everyone was wearing, mostly jeans and shirts, sometimes jackets, and even women wore those. The rights of women must have changed throughout the years, he concluded. How intriguing. Some people also wore suits, like the Shinigami, and he frowned. He wasn't sure if he wanted to wear an outfit like that. Claude eyed the motorized vehicles that traveled through the black roads, halting at electronic signs when they were red, going if they were green, and slowing down if it was yellow.

Claude pushed his glasses up. The human world has certainly changed, and now he had a lot to learn.

Jade couldn't sleep that night. Three things were bothering her: One, of course, her parent's death; two, she sold her soul to a demon (WHY? GOD DAMMIT WHY?); and three, she couldn't even plan her parents' funeral. She considered calling her cousin back, but then she was going to get yelled at by her aunt, uncle, and cousin. Those three were an earful already, and she was not going to deal with that shit.

She got up from her bed, and went out into the hallway, peeking out through the crack of her door to see if Claude was back from doing whatever he was doing, but he wasn't (she could tell that he was gone, the apartment felt more empty and more quiet). She traveled to the newly clean kitchen (she still couldn't believe her eyes), turned on the lights, and grabbed a glass cup from a cabinet, and opened the fridge, getting the milk cartoon. Jade poured the milk into the glass cup, and put the milk cartoon away. She leaned on the counter taking sips of her milk trying to cool her nerves.

"Miss Bishop?" A voice inquired out of nowhere, making Jade literally jump, and drop her glass of milk, spilling milk and glass shards on the counter, and getting some of her shirt wet.

"Holy shit, Claude. You nearly gave me a heart attack," Jade breathed, as Claude walked briskly towards her grabbing a few paper towels in the process. "Please give me a warning next time."

"My apologies, Miss Bishop. I will make sure to alarm you of my presence next time," Claude apologized, but Jade sensed that it wasn't sincere, she didn't really care. "Miss Bishop, there are some glass shards scattered and milk on the floor, allow me to guide you around them, so you won't get injured." Before Jade could say a word, Claude abruptly picked up Jade bridal style, walked a few steps, and placed her on the carpet of the living room.

"Uh… Thanks, Claude. Sorry about the mess," Jade sheepishly apologized, rubbing the back of her head. Claude pushed his glasses up.

"There is no need to apologize, Miss Bishop. It was my fault for startling you," He dismissed. "I am going to go finish cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. If you will excuse me." Claude went back into the kitchen. Jade had decided to change out of her soiled pajamas. When she had finished changing, she went back into the kitchen to see it already cleaned, a glass of milk on the counter, and Claude just standing by the said counter. Jade had walked over to the counter, and had begun to drink said milk. "Would you like me to make some cookies?" Jade flashed Claude an odd look.

"Isn't it a bit too late for desert?" Jade questioned, taking a small sip of her drink. Jade's eyes traveled to the microwave clock reading 12:30.

"Ah… Indeed," He merely remarked. The two sat in silence, and Jade began to slightly freak out. Did he want to make cookies? Did I hurt his feelings? Ah. Demons don't have feelings, but still…! "May I ask something, Miss Bishop?"

"Go ahead," Jade answered.

"What are you doing up so late?"

"I couldn't sleep," Jade answered. "I guess I'm… stressed? I don't know. I don't think anybody can sleep after the events that happened today." Jade let out a humorless chuckle. "Now, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"What were you doing for the last hour?" Claude's glasses flashed, making her unable to see his eyes.

"How did you know I was gone?" Jade shrugged.

"The apartment felt emptier…" Jade trailed off.

"I see… I was out, observing what changed from my time," Claude answered. Jade nodded finishing the glass, but Claude took it out of her hands.

"See anything interesting?"

"I saw… a lot of things that were interesting. May I ask you about some of them?" Jade chuckled.

"Claude, you don't need to ask me if you could ask me a question," Jade said. Claude was washing the glass.

"Ah… Then, what are the mechanical vehicles traveling along the roads?"

"Cars."

"The lights that seemed to command the cars?"

"Stop lights."

"The tablets people were holding in their hands… They were the 'phones' you were talking about?"

"Yes."

"And-" Claude kept asking her questions, and Jade kept answering them, until her eyes started to droop in exhaustion, feeling a bit tired, and then finally letting out a major yawn. "It appears that it's getting late, Miss Bishop. I would recommend that you should be going to bed now." Jade nodded, and got up.

"Thanks for the company, Claude."

"I should be thanking you, Miss Bishop. Thank you for the information. Good night."

"Good night, Claude." Jade went to her room, and went to bed in peace.

It's gonna take me awhile to update this and my other stories:

1. Because of the beginning of school

2. I'm kinda procrastinating on one of my stories already. What's wrong with me?

Guys please be patient with me. I'm sorry, but you know. School. I hate that shit. Ugh. I'm sorry.