Chapter Two - It's Like Screaming But With Ice

"What do you want?" I groan, looking up to the tall, white-haired shemale standing over me.

"Get off that device for once and do something productive for your king."

"But being on the internet is productive."

"In what way?"

"Could you two stop arguing?" Maou whines, covering his head with his pillow.

"Sorry Sire." Alciel says quickly.

"Anything for you, master." I mumble, rolling my eyes.
I'm never going to understand why Alciel treats that man like he's the 'greatest thing since sliced bread', even if he is hot.

"I told you not to eat all the ice cream!"

"What else am I to do when there isn't any decent food in this place?"

"Maybe go out and buy some?"

"You mean with the money you don't ever leave me with? Gladly."

"You know what? I'm sick of this," Maou says angrily. "Hanzo, put your shoes on, we're going shopping. Ashiya, you stay here and don't do anything stupid. Got it?"

Ashiya and I nod.

A trip out in town sounds terrible.

I'm going to have to deal with people, and that is just a big bag of no.

Dealing with people I've never met before is going to be much better than living with that.. thing.., but I'd rather not communicate with the creatures known as humans. They're so mundane. It's disgusting.

"So, any particular flavour you think we should buy?" Maou asks, looking at the flavours of ice cream as if he were a kid in a candy store.

"Doesn't matter," I mumble. "As long as it doesn't taste like shit."

"How am I to know what you think tastes like shit? Just say a flavour, would you?"

I glance at his pissed face, and might I say, it's pretty damn adorable.

"Just get plain vanilla or something." I sigh.

"Are you sure that's what you'd want?" he asks cautiously.

"It doesn't matter what I want," I say sarcastically. "It only matters what you, my Lord and Saviour, wants."

He's quiet for a bit. "Alright then.."

"Do you ever wonder why they call it ice cream?" Maou asks me as we're walking back home.

I look at him as if he's stupid, which he can be very at sometimes. "Well, it originated from China. The first flavour they created was called 'Screaming Ice', due to the noise ice makes when put in a blender. They say the sound.. It's Like Screaming.. But With Ice." I say, sarcastic as always (it's kind of what I do best).

He laughs with that beautiful laugh of his. "Interesting theory."

"Thank you."

A/N: So um, this story is probably going to end up very crappy due to the fact that I have no special planning for this, it's literally just an "as I go along" thing.

Also, I may or may not accidentally make the characters ooc, so yeah..

Have a nice day. c: Or night. Whatever time of day. ~