Chapter Eight - Just Because I'm Not Crying, Doesn't Mean I'm Not Dying

Reading stories people post about their school's dances are interesting.
It's lovely reading about people's first kisses and dances with the person whom they've decided to get out of the friend zone.

I was only being half-sarcastic.

It's cool how teenagers get their hormones fired up by dancing with people they think they love, though they are merely infatuated with that person.
And then how normally afterwards, they get drunk, high, and/or lucky.

People can be really stupid nowadays.
I'm looking forward to how their posterity will turn out.
It'll be so much fun dicking around with their fragile minds.

"Ashiya, I'm taking you with me to go suit shopping tomorrow." I hear Maou say, his words muffled by the food in his mouth.

"Suit shopping? For what, Sire?"

"I want to look nice when I take Chiho to her school's dance Saturday night."

I nearly choke on the air.

"A school dance? That sounds lovely, Sire. Too bad your suit can't be too high a quality..."

"Says who? I make the money in this joint so I'll be the one to spend as much as I please."

Whoa now, don't explode there, Satan.
Oh, hey.
The perfect combination of sarcasm and irony.
Two of my favourite things.

"Would you like to come with us, Urushihara?" Maou asks.

I pretend to not hear him.
I don't want to answer him.
If I were to, he would probably hear the literal venom in my voice.
Shit, I'm sure anybody would.

"Urushihara.."

Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is bliss.

"Lucifer."

Don't answer him. Don't answer him. Whatever you do, don't-

"Huh?"

NO! YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO ANSWER HIM! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!

"I asked if you wanted to come suit shopping with us."

No. You don't want to go suit shopping. As much as you want to see him in a suit, you don't want to-

"Sure. I guess."

Well, shit.
Fucking. Shit.
Look what you've gotten yourself in to, dumbass.

"What about this one, Sire?"

Why am I here?

"Um, pink? No thanks."

Can I leave now?

"What about this one?"

Would they notice if I ran away?

"Why are you picking out such girly colours?"

I should bolt.
Why did I even agree to come?
Agreeing to go suit shopping with the guy you're in love with, who is going on something like a date with someone you can't stand, is the stupidest thing you have ever done Lucifer.
And you've done some pretty fucking stupid things.

Falling for Maou was one of them.

I turn to leave a little while after Maou and Ashiya begin bickering over how 'girly' the colour purple is.

"What do you think, Urushihara?"

I slowly turn back around, cursing myself for not leaving sooner. "I think the purple would look nice on you, but you should go with black because you don't know what colour Miss Highschool's dress is, and black goes with everything, so..."

Damn.
I know you've a lovely fashion sense, Lucifer, but you don't need to fucking show it.

"See? I told you I was right."

"Yes. Whatever you say, Sire."

(A/N): Okie, I'm fresh out of ideas for the rest of this chapter...
Hopefully next chapter, my brain will work again, and it'll be wonderful. c:
So um, this chapter is dedicated to Draycos01 for the idea of Maou going on a date with Chi. ^-^
I know I didn't put the dedication at the top like normal people, but I'm not normal, so...
Yeah.
Stay beautiful~