Fear wracked her nerves.
An inhumane chill was present in the air, making Rias shiver from its frosty embrace. The light breeze wheezed as it died.
Here she was alone, with a dead teen painting the ground with his blood and a stranger. From what Rias guessed, he was old as her, yet the young man's posture betrayed his age. His eyes bore no warmth. A face devoid of all emotions.
An aura of death loomed around him. Dark, bleak, and suffocating.
It was like he was luring her into a trap where only her doom awaited. She tried to muster courage. To speak up and show this human – he was human from what she could tell – that she, Rias Gremory, was not afraid.
She'd fought Stray Devils, Fallen Angels, Exorcists and foul beasts. Looked them dead in the eye before erasing their existence. Surely she could face him.
Then as if feeding on her turmoil, she felt gravity weighing down on her. Her throat tightened, she suffocated. It tormented her, commanded her and instilled the fear of God within the descendant of Gremory and Bael.
She failed.
Her Devilish heritage seemed as threatening as a child armed with a rubber duck.
"The longer you take, the more time we'll waste," she heard him say. The sheer absence of emotions in his voice made her more nervous.
'He's just human,' she kept reminding herself. Distraction was a method to stave off fear. Her brother often told her so. If she could fight him, hit him with her Power of Destruction then he would be no more.
One shot, that's all she needed.
But, then she noticed a strange object in her enemy's(?) hand. Metallic, sharp, black. A kunai. She hadn't seen it in his hand before, unless...
'He let me see it.'
"This is starting to become troublesome," he said and for a moment, the Gremory heiress swore she saw his lip slightly twitch. Like a ghost, it disappeared before the deadpan expression settled again. She'd seen that look before.
She had definitely seen him before somewhere. It was after a while that her mind finally remembered who he was.
How could she not recognize him?
There was no one else with whisker-like marks on their cheeks.
Naruto Uzumaki.
'The Misanthropist' as so many called him. A person who minded his own business, spared his attention to no one and simply went about his days. Rumored to be connected to criminals due to some rumors about being seen with the police.
Now aware of who stood before her, Rias started to form a plan.
"You're Naruto Uzumaki, right?" she asked, mostly to calm herself down first and to delay whatever he was going to do. Especially with that kunai.
"You're the Gremory girl," he said. The blank voice was disconcerting. He pointed a finger at her lap. "What were you about to do with that chess piece?"
Ordinary humans should never be aware of the supernatural. Nor should the supernatural let humans know they exist.
A fundamental agreement between the Underworld, the Grigori and the Heavenly Host. Here she was, on the verge of gaining the key to her freedom and the only obstacle in her path was a human. Her Devil side advised her to be done with it and erase him. Yet a part of her did not want to.
On top of that this human unnerved her. He kept her on guard and his horrible eyes didn't move away from her. Not even for a second.
She had only one clear choice. Rias would deal with the consequences later.
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A Demon Misplaced
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