• I'm aware of the fact I'm freezing on my home from school, just a week after breaking a wooden chair on Noroto's back.
    Very, very freezing. And I don't like it.
    Winter is on its way and we must all endure the happy sing-songy crap, bratty children, fat guys dressed up in red clothes and beards...
    I love this season.

    So. For my, Christmas usually goes something (exactly) like this:
    I will wake up and look outside to see glorious, Christmassy drizzle (rain).
    Run downstairs for bread and heated chocolate in a mug,
    Kids complain about the raining... Fizzle... (Yes, yes, I'm sorry for saying 'fizzle' too.)
    My mother coos "Maybe next year it will snow, Honey-bug." (She has never called us that in her life and never will.)
    Kids almsost die of suspense, while I'm mellow,
    I am forced to wear a hat with bells on it,
    Father walks in dressed as a bearded fellow (Santa clause, which is easily confusable with my uncle John, who is also bearded and, despite what his medical bill says, a fellow.)
    Recieve presents, joyful for a bit (All day, I'm not that emo, but it rhymes with 'it', so shut the hell up.)
    Open presents, lots of glee (And also, Glee, because that show is amazing...)
    Thank parents/ Bearded man in red,
    Discuss all the fun things we should do, like going for a walk with the family,
    Can't be arsed, spend the rest of the day in bed.

    But this year, I magine, things will be different.
    Why?
    I have a demon to entertain.
    In my house.
    In my attic.

    Most people who offer a home to demons are, atleast a little, mentally unstale.
    I would say the same for my mental stabaility, if I had had a choice.
    I was forced into it.
    So, in case you, the reader, haven't been paying attention much, I'll recap for you:
    Any human who is brought back from the dead by a demon must be excuted by the command of the Demon King.
    So, basically, I'm f*cked.

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    "It's a simple deal. You let me stay here, and you won't get eaten alive by hell-hounds. Sounds good, right?"
    "No, no, it doesn't sound 'good' at all."
    "Fine. You wanna get your head to carry around under your arms like a bag, be my guest."
    He paused for a second.
    "Humans can't live without their heads on, can they?"
    "No, they can't."
    "Okay, good, I was aiming for sarcasm."
    "You did well."
    "Thank you!"
    A sigh.
    "It wouldn't work out. What happens when people come to the attic?"
    "Then I hide."
    "What happens when you're hungry?"
    "Just leave a few muffins around the place here and there."
    "What happens when you need the bathroom, or to shower, or..."

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    And yet here we are. Well. here I am. I assume you aren't in the same position as me, with a demon in your attic. I feel for you, if you do. I know the horrors of it all. Oh, the horrors.

    I stopped at the cafe me and Miya spend so much time at to pick up some blueberry muffins. Blueberry, because I'm both too mean and too broke to afford chocolate chip ones.
    On my way up to the counter, in the queue, I'm slightly suprised at the sight.
    A woman.. No, a girl? She's tall.
    Long, blonde hair, down to her hips, straight and silky as can be, without a single wave or tangle in sight.
    Wearing a mini skirt.. and a low cut spagetti top... (And when I say 'low cut', I mean she shouldn't have been aloud in near the children.) In black and red... It's winter... We're all in furry coats...
    I stop staring, thinking myself rude, and shake my head.
    Even though the entire cafe stared at her, I felt I should pretend to see nothing at all.

    Once again, though, this was a stupid thing to do.
    If I had been like everyone else,
    if I had stared at her beauty as she collected her chocloate chip muffin from the counter and left...
    I would've seen the "NOROTO <3" tattoo on her belly.
    And I think it might have been more than a coinsidence that she too missponounced "muffins" "Mue-fins".

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    Firmly closing the attic door behind me, I called out into the darkness.
    "It's me, you can come out now."
    It wasn't magic that caused the overhead light to flicker on, of course, but to any other it may seem so.
    My eyes ached and the sudden light, making me rub them as I scanned the room for...
    There.
    On the desk.
    On the desk, with one leg crossed over the other, leaning back.
    A boy..
    Demon?
    No, wingless.
    Featherless.
    In grey jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt.
    He smiled, silver-blue eyes lighting up.
    "I was waiting."