10 Days With my Devil: Mysteries [ON HOLD]

TWO

10DWH: M [directly copied and pasted from word]

TWO

Sachiko's PoV

"Yo, Saki." Minato called out to me right when the entire team finished work. 'Saki' is what all my friends call me.

"We have an interview together tomorrow, remember to prepare your notes." He instructed. How much I hate being bossed around, it just doesn't seem that bad coming out of his mouth.

"Hai, hai." I replied as I gathered my things. Then my phone. I see a text from Tsubasa asking if I had time later on today. We do this often. After the Seasonelle team, Tsubasa is like my best friend.

As I reach out to the door, a strong arm pushes it open from my side instead and held it open for me.

"Shusei?" he smiled at me, I returned it and walked out.

Shusei is such a nice guy, he helps me with my work often. We chatted along our way back since we go in the same direction for half a block.

"see you tomorrow." He waved as we parted ways.

I follow the way back to my apartment.

I feel eyes on me. My pace quickened. It's probably my imagination, but it won't hurt to walk faster.

Suddenly, I heard a bark to my right and followed by that, a huge black dog came running directly at me. I quickly shifted backwards, avoiding the dog just in time but I bump into someone.

Suddenly, all my surroundings became white.

I'm crossing the road, then, a big truck comes full speed at my way, I shift back and let it hit a tree.

Sometimes I get these so called 'visions', I think it's crazy. But most of the times, it's bulls-eye. I didn't have much time to think about it though.

"I am so sorry about my dog." A blonde-haired man came running up, "bad Cerby."

"It's quite alright." I replied, then turned back, wanting to apologize to whoever I just bumped into. But no one was behind me. And that blonde-haired man was gone with his dog as well.

That was weird.

This is the street in my vision. I thought as I cross the road. There aren't even any vehicles around, what could possibly happen? I think that, but my brain was constantly on alarm.

When I heard sudden engine roaring, I already took a few steps back. Then, my eyes told me my vision was true, I shifted back to the sidewalk. Not ran, not sprinted. Shifted. I led the truck directly crashing into a large tree, just as I was told.

That was close.

"Jeez, who messed up?" I heard a mutter and footsteps coming toward me. I scanned their faces.

Demon Prince.

Aristocrat

An angel-turned demon

The first three all had their own stories and backgrounds, but the one with light brown hair and a blue tie seems to not have much background. I narrow my eyes, trying to see into him, but his guard is up.

"You were supposed to be toast." The black haired man grumbled. He's the aristocrat.

Burnt to crisp, blown to smithereens. The definition of 'toast'.

"You're the ones who messed up." Don't know where I got the guts to say that, but it's kinda true.