Cherry POV
Tested the water that streamed from the shower, ugh, not hot enough. Human showers were never hot enough; even cranked all the way up, hot enough to sear human skin, it was barely half my internal temperature. I guess I should stop expecting things from the human world, it was clearly not adequate for demon comfort.
It really wasn't fair that I'd been tossed out of hell, grounded-Satan style. I mean, no one even used the Scrolls of Dark Souls anymore, so why had everyone sent up such a fuss when I borrowed them; 'borrow'-'steal', all the same in demon world. They probably wouldn't have even guessed the damned scrolls were gone if Sugar-the little wench who was supposedly half my blood- hadn't ratted on me. Oh I'd beat her ass when I got back, that was a promise.
I caught some water in my mouth, tasting the touch of chemicals that had been used to clean the water. Humans were a wonder. So worried about filth when in reality, they were the messiest of all creatures; filled with digestive bacteria, prone to countless illnesses, etc. It was facinating that they had managed to survive so long, you'd think they would've destroyed themselves by now.
Destruction and humans were nearly always paired. I liked that about humans though, felt a certain kinship with that side of humanity. Especially the humans who realized that they were...
Youichi Hiruma. Manipulator, almost too clever, and demonically wicked. He was, in one word, FUN. I'd watched him from Hell every once in awhile, getting quite the kick out of how he used the other humans' secrets and weakness' to his own advantage. It was only natural that when I got grounded, I'd come find the man who entertained me so well. Plus, its not like he could kick me out, I was the real demon that he pretended to be.
"Hey red-haired bitch!" His lovely little nick-name consistently made me laugh too! I heard him barging into the house, making his way through, seeking me out, "Oy! Red-haired b-" The words dropped from his mouth as he stopped at the bathroom door that I hadn't closed. I continued lathering my hair with shampoo, looking over at him since I hadn't closed the shower curtain either. It pleased me greatly to hear his little mortal heart quicken, see heat rise to his cheeks, knowing that he found me attractive. He grit his teeth, taking a hard gulp, "How many times have I told you to at least close the curtain!?" He growled.
I grabbed a soapy washcloth, drawing it across my skin, and watching his eyes follow. Across my collar bones, over my breasts, little circles into my stomach. His eyes which were normally pin-pricks had become larger, his pupils dialated fully, a tell-tale sign of human desire. "why should I close the curtain?"
He gulped again, trying to get his eyes back to my face, failing. "You're getting water all over the floor! Red-haired bitch!"
I giggled, bending over to give my legs a good scrub, "Everything's better when its wet." I said, drawing out the word 'wet' for effect, seeing it worked, giving Hiruma a tiny shiver. I turned around, offering him my back, "wanna scrub my back while you're here? I'd like that, Youichi." I asked, watching him over my shoulder.
He seemed to struggle with himself, wanting to wash my back, and yet knowing I was just testing him-fucking with him. He took a deep breath, giving me a dark growl, "Wash you're own damn back!" He ripped the shower curtain closed, letting out a huff and storming out of the bathroom. I let myself laugh aloud.
I do say, Youichi really is super fun to be around! I knew he would be!