Eheeheheheheehehe... Well, this is going to be mildly entertaining (for me at least).

Six weeks. A month and a half. That's how long Rin had been at his new school. Minor scrimishs between him and a few upperclassmen. A few people tried to recruit him for different sports clubs.

He knew some students, but hadn't really made any friends. Life seemed simple.

Yeah, seemed seemed like a good word.

It had been like so many before.

Metatron had woken him from sleep like normal. Namely yelling in his ear. Rin would try and smack the elder being before groggily stepping out of bed and begin getting ready. With a routine yawn, he began dressing in his school uniform. Black slacks, a white shirt and a red neck tie, courtesy of Metatron with the fact that it was decently tied.

He had his short commute to the school which had been boring as per usual. This time, it had been the track team that had offered him a chance on their team. He declined like clockwork and moved onto his lunch he had made the night before. He ate alone, snarking with Metatron and getting a visit from a curious Ukobach from the school kitchen who wanted to swap recipes.

After that, Rin was a little annoyed at Metatron's giggles when one of Rin's classmates tried to ask him if he wanted to study with her. Though why he was laughing Rin didn't have a clue. Heck, he was used to people going to Yukio for a study buddy, not him. It was oddly nice, if not for Metatron's giggling.

Rin had to hear about it all the way back to the apartment.

"She was cute Rin you should ask her out~"

"She just wanted a study buddy. Yukio's the eye candy not me."

"Oy, don't let Haniel hear you say that. He'd give you an angelic makeover."

"A what? You know what, I don't want to know."

"A wise choice," Metatron agreed as Rin opened the door. Both paled seeing Azrael sitting on Rin's table with a contemplative look on his face.

"Azrael? What are you doing here?"

"Well, Haniel had a costume made for you. But he was too busy to drop it off himself. I understand you wanted to cosplay-"

"OH! It's ready!" Rin said excitedly grabbing the bag from Azrael and running into his bathroom.

"Black Rock Shooter?" Metatron asked warily. He had no issue with Rin cross dressing, but the costume was too uncanny with Rin's appearance.

"Nope."

"I don't know if that's a good thing or not," Metatron stated.

"I don't think it's that bad," Rin's voice interrupted. Metatron turned and froze seeing Rin in what appeared to be a red fast food uniform with a visor.

"Rin, you know you shouldn't dress up as your father."

"Oh come on. It's funny and you know it," Rin said with a wicked smile, "Besides, my primary teacher did comment I'd be flipping burgers for a living."

"That woman was a bitch."

Rin gasped.

"You- You cursed!"

"I vowed not to lie. That woman deserves the title I bestowed upon her while she was your teacher."

"That bad?" Azrael asked as he arched a brow.

"Yes." Metatron stated vaguely. Rin began to laugh when he felt a sharp tug in his stomach, cutting off his breath. He gasped a bit as the sensation spread rapidly through his chest. His eyes felt sensitive, time seemed to slow for a moment as his eyes locked onto his guardian archangel.

"Meta-!"

Rin felt his throat tighten as his vision was grayed out by some sort of smoke. The wood floor felt different under his feet, harder... Like tile. His nose was assaulted by the stench of sweat and rot along with fresh grass. He coughed, feeling something sharp in his mouth, and his ears were picking up thumping noises. His tailbone was less painful than it had been previously but still felt odd. Like it had been stretched.

He raised his hand and began waving the smoke away as his breath returned to him and the pain disappeared.

"Jeez. This is no way to run a business," he muttered. Angelic, fast food. Eh, a joke was a joke.

He closed his eyes as bright light overwhelmed his eyes.

"Holy-!"

"What did you-?"

"Stand back students!"

Unfamiliar voices assaulted his ears. He opened his eyes and saw a room he didn't know, people he had never met. So, he said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Thank you for choosing MgRonalds for your satanic tasty treats. My name is Sadao Maō. May I interest you in our limited time offer of pepper fries?"

From what Rin could see, two girls, five guys and a man with an eyepatch.

"What in God's name?" the smallest boy questioned softly.

"What kind of demon are you?" the largest male growled. Rin stood still while internally wondering what was going on.

"Did he just-?"

"Ah! No! Azrael! Help me find him!" Metatron panicked.

"C-Calm down Metatron. I'm sure Rin's fine."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, Erm... He's not dead."

"How's that supposed to help!" Metatron squeaked in his panicked state.

"I'm pretty sure he was just summoned-"

"But he's not a demon! How could he be summoned of his demon heart is still sealed away?"

Devil is a part timer. Hilarious show. And apparently great for hiding Rin's secret identity and all that lovely nonsense.

Because... Rin was summoned! By who? Take a guess everyone... Take. A. Guess. I dare you all.

On a seperate note, Metatron is now panicking. He is a bit of a worrywart now isn't he?

And more will be revealed as to what exactly is going on in my psychotic little mind at a later date, because honestly I should be heading to bed now.