『 I Won't Run Anymore』

Part 11 ~ Stop

"Alright class good work! I'll see you all tomorrow."

Upon my dismissal the class rose from their seats and made their exits.

"Uh, Mr Okumura, could I speak with you for a second? Yukio Okumura."

The remaining students begun to whisper amongst themselves. I guess being a prodigy Yukio wasn't held back often, or even at all.

"Sure..."

When the class had filed out and only Yukio remained stood before my desk I took a deep breath, avoiding the young man's gaze.

"This is to do with the demons isn't it Miss Renshaw?"

He was straight to the point;

"Yes. I was told that you teach a class about them?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

"Well, I was wondering if you maybe had some books on demonology. Or if not to teach me about them. Their behavioural patterns."

"Behavioural patterns? Is this to do with the headmaster?"

"Mostly."

Yukio pushed his glasses up his nose with a sigh.

"Sir Pheles is a mysterious man. Even with my years of knowledge I can't figure him out."

"It's nothing to do with his personality or secrecy."

"Huh? Then what?"

"Can you help me or not?"

~~~~ 3 hours later ~~~~~

Yukio had indeed helped me. He gave me a handful of books that explains about different demons behaviour and instincts. There was some pretty aggressive and gruesome stuff in here that made me worry. For one I didn't know what type of demon Mephisto or Amaimon was, this could be any one of them. And being the sons of Satan himself who knows? I had yet to find anything about the heart; other than it was one of their weaknesses next to their tail. I will have to keep that in mind.

"Ugh!"

I threw my fourth book to the side, nothing of use in there for me. Maybe this one? I flipped open the pages, scanning my eyes across the battered sheets. I read the chapter with vigour, needing to know what the hell had gotten into the two demons. There was the same paragraph I had read in every book about demons tricking humans with weak hearts. But that was for possession, and those two already had their... meat suits. I shook the shudder off, I need to focus. But what if that is just it? To mess with a weak heart? I'm not the most emotionally stable person, far from it. Could it have been merely for their amusement? Acting on their instinct? I threw the book in anger; annoyed that I hadn't received the information that I wanted. From what I had previously read demons have been around for thousands of years, and no one had thought to put in other useful information. All these books were the fucking same, just worded differently. I was right from the very beginning, and I can't allow myself to form a human attachment to demons. They really can't be trusted. These books just confirmed my suspicions. With a groan I shuffled off of the bed and made my way down into the dining room, ignoring the two men that were currently seated there. I plopped myself into a chair and looked at my lunch. Noodles? Again? I sighed and pulled the lid from the steaming cup.

"You're late for dinner belle~ what kept you?"

I gave a lazy shrug, having lost my last fuck earlier.

"Stuff..."

"Dear belle, you seem awfully unlike yourself. Pray tell what the matter is."

"I don't want to talk about it."