Chapter 20

The Author is extremely apologetic for not updating any of her stories. She has tons of major examinations coming up and it has taken quite a bit of her imagination away. Got to focus on reality! She'll try to update the rest too! Enjoy and review.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters that appear in PoT. Perhaps, this story is from inspirations, from everywhere and anywhere, above and beyond.

"Number 333…" Ryoma muttered as he looked for his apartment. The tiny box-like houses here aren't much different from those in the Haven. Though he must admit, it's a little larger, and a little more complicated. In his arms he juggled 2 'what-they-call-an-animal-carrier'; Ryoma just thought it was a portable cage for his two creature friends, Karupin and Kyr, the newly born dragon-like creature. It pawed at the cage-door, imitating Karupin. Ryoma swears Karupin is teaching Kyr all the wrong things.

He pushed the key into the lock and the door pushed aside to reveal a monochrome designed house that was had minimal furnishing. It was a studio apartment that was fitted for practical purposes. He particularly liked the metallic black kitchen counter that had 3 stools. Ryoma smiled; they must have thought for his creatures. He let the two of them out of the cage. Karupin flew over to the white pillows, fluffed them up and settled down to sleep, its wings covering his body. Kyr ambled over the different furniture, exploring the place.

"Take extra care, and don't scratch the surfaces. Anything unknown please call for me before approaching it." Ryoma called out to Kyr before he went to unpack his items that had already been settled in the apartment. He found the papers for his needed tasks which included him attending a college and a car. Very nice.

Ryoma quickly settled down to his new job. He enrolled into a college, read up on everything he needed to know, analysed the situation and took all classes that were the same as the subject 'Abigail'. Abigail was easy on the eyes, brown hair, reddish brown eyes, a quick smile and had close group of friends in school. It was hard to pick out that there was something different about the girl; she seemed normal. But it wasn't hard to pick out the other forces that were there to 'ruin' her. Ryoma spotted some that tried to end her life. It was petty but Ryoma had either diverted her or had stopped the other forces. There were demons around. Petty pesky small beings that might not necessary be under Seiki but a demon lord got to do his job right? Ryoma just had to make sure he does his job better.

Ryoma and Abigail were friends, he was included in her circle of friends although he detest being around her shrill girlfriends but this girl was hardly around any guy friends. Other than that, Ryoma was pretty much a lone wolf, that is, until someone arrived.

Someone settled down next to Ryoma; his hair pricked. Ryoma didn't look up from his books; it wouldn't be the first time a girl tried to get close to him.

"What are you reading?" A knowing husky voice whispered in his ears.

Ryoma leaped away from the person; Seiki.

Seiki let out a throaty laughter that brought some girls turning in their seats to look at them.

"What are you doing here?" Ryoma gathered his books closer to his new seat, 2 seats away from Seiki.

"Finding you," replied the demon.

"And?"

The demon didn't answer; he looked engrossed reading the book on Calculus. Ryoma closed the book with a bang and started to gather up his belongings. Seiki immediately leapt up and place a hand on his shoulder, stopping Ryoma from moving out of the row of seats in the lecture theatre.

"Okay okay! There's been some business…"

"What business?" Ryoma squinted his golden eyes at Seiki.

"How's the scaly lizard?"

"He's a dragon and he's called Kyr and he's fine. I'm leaving now." Ryoma slipped out of the grasp of Seiki.

"You know I can't answer that question," Seiki said quietly, solemnly. He's like a flashing neon button that suddenly switched off. All the usual brightness (albeit sickly hue that he gives off, thought Ryoma) was gone, Seiki was all business.

"We aren't on the same side this time."

"No, we are not."

The two of them were silent for a while. Ryoma walked out of the row of seats, spotting Abigail and quickly moved in her direction to sit beside her. He turned around, "You are still welcomed to see Kyr."

Seiki smiled, "Yeah, I will."

It carried on for a few more weeks. Ryoma stuck to Abigail all the time, now. Seiki was somehow never around him or near Abigail. But Ryoma figured the Overlord of the Underworld didn't need to be near Abigail to do something. He was absolutely sure about that, having seen the demon in action. But Seiki always appeared during weekends outside his door at eight sharp and the two of them would have dinner that Seiki had packed. They sometimes had Biryani and Butter Chicken from India, Boeuf bourguignon from France or Laksa from Singapore. Seiki would share stories about the food and the two would talk about anything normal in the world, cuddling with Kyr and Karupin until the night was over. Then they were back to square one. It wasn't queer. Ryoma appreciated it. Seiki had separated work and personal life and it was something that Ryoma had respected him for. It made him all the more work harder to save Abigail.

Ryoma still wasn't sure what the problem was with Abigail and where the problem would arise from. He just had to make sure to keep her safe. Safe enough to continue to live past these years to grow and accomplish what she was born to do. Her prophecy and her destiny were not known to angels; for only the Alpha and Omega knows.

There were whispers in the hallway even before class had ended. The professor in class was slamming his hands on the table to get the people outside to be quiet. Finally, he gave up and stomped to the door to fling the door open.

"People! I'm having a class here!"

The whispers quietened to a hush. Then the bell rang and people streamed out from other classes. Ryoma was also starting to pack his things up; the Professor puffed his chest out indignantly, his moustache twitching uncontrollably. Ryoma suspected that the blood level of his professor must have risen infinitely.

He tried to shove his way out of class, Abigail behind him.

"What's the commotion all about?"

Ryoma shrugged. Then girls started screaming and squealing.

Abigail rolled her eyes, "Get a life, the way they are behaving like high school kids who had seen celeb-… Oh my gosh."

Ryoma had been flicking his thumbs across his screen of his hand-held device, playing a game of hitting green furry balls. He looked up at Abigail, "What?" He saw her eyes wide and jaws gaping. He turned in the direction of her stare and found himself staring at five beautiful men.

"What are you doing here?"