『 I Won't Run Anymore』

Part 7 - Change

I stared at my reflection, dripping with water that I had just thrown onto my face. I had learnt everything... everything being more than my stomach could handle. About Mephisto and Amaimon. Yukio and Rin. The Vatican and Satan. Once Mephisto had finished speaking I had excused myself to the bathroom, needing a moment to process everything without making myself look a bigger mess then I already have in front of the man. I breathed in through the nose... out through the mouth. In... and out...

"Miss Renshaw, are you alright in there?"

Mephisto's voice brought me back into reality, quickly grabbing a towel and scrubbing my face with it.

"Yes! I'll be one moment!"

I hastily left the bathroom, not looking the intruding man in the eyes before I took my previous seat on the sofa to the far right of Amaimon... far right. Mephisto chuckled at my attempt to keep distance and sat in front of me once again, drawing my attention. He placed a glass of water in front of me, a soft smile on his face.

"You are the sensitive type aren't you?"

I looked away, not wanting to answer that.

"How long have you been here? In Assiah?"

"Hmm?"

I picked up my water and turned back to Mephisto, watching as he stroked his lavender beard in thought. I took a small sip before placing it back down on the table. It made my throat feel clearer, and I was grateful for the feeling. My vocals feeling less hoarse.

"A few hundred years at the very least. It's hard to keep count when you've been around as long as I have."

How old was he? I had thought this before... but I dare not ask though. It's impolite to ask ones age, demon or not I guess.

"And him?"

I motioned to Amaimon with my eyes, watching him tear the wrapper off of a lolly pop.

"My brother hasn't been here too long. As I mentioned earlier he helped me out with my younger brother and now you. Although to be honest I'm still not certain myself why he is still here..."

It seemed like an indirect question to Amaimon, who merely shrugged at his elder brother and shoved the lolly into his mouth. Only taking seconds for me to smell the sour cherry flavour. He was less than interested in this conversation it seemed.

"If I may, I have a few questions for you my dear."

I turned to look back at the violet haired man in confusion. Me? What could he want to know about me? I'm human... Just as boring as that... Still, he took my silence as the OK and begun to speak.

"Why did you move to Japan?"

"I guess it's just like you... I wanted to get away, have a change of scenery."

"Is that really all?"

I tilted my head at his reluctance to believe that. Should there be another reason?

"Yes."

"But what about your family?"

I shrugged lightly;

"They supported my choice. I had bled dry everything I could job wise back home, but here everything is different, not only in food but everything in general. So through my drive to learn I suppose they were just on board to see me happy."

"And they allowed you to come here alone?"

"My family are happy where they are. This was my dream, not theirs. They shouldn't have to move just because of me. We keep in contact weekly through Skype anyway. The time difference is too much for a daily thing."