The Stronghold 3: Mikachi

This Is Just A Lot Of Talking

"However," I continued before Sam could speak, "there is a thing that the demon doesn't realise." I closed my eyes briefly and focused on my human side instead of the raging demon inside me. 

"The thing spooky ol' Shaadey doesn't realise is that there can be platonic soulmates. Y'know, like, I find my human. My person. And boom, there's the soulmate. 

'It's a different kind of love, a friendship kind of love. Closer than siblings. Almost as close as a couple but without the added... benefits.  Y'know what I mean. Not a friends with benefits thing but the sort of relationship where if we were both single over fifty we'd just get married. Do you know the type? Of course you don't, because it doesn't exist in real life. Not to the broken people. Not to the damaged ones. No, it's all or nothing.

'That's what the demon doesn't understand. How people can have friends and not want to get into their pants. How it's okay to have a small crush on people you care about, so long as you're not related to them otherwise that's pretty creepy and illegal. Like Wincest. That's just... no.

'There's definitely a part of me that's screaming at my rational mind for even uttering the word 'platonic'. There's quite a lot of me that is turning off every emotion I own just so that I can say this without dying inside whenever I open my mouth. There's also a rather demon-y part of me that still wants to slam you against the wall and snog you senseless but... Well I was going to say that it's shrinking but no, it's growing because damn, you look even hotter in ten years time." I exhaled sharply and kept my eyes firmly closed. 

"Basically what I'm trying to say is that the plot is the same every time for me. I see a guy I like, I'm far too forward and slightly intimidating, they slowly fall for me and everything is happy until they die or get their mind wiped. It's always the same. I get the romance while the world crumbles around me and I'm sassy with it, effortlessly flinging shadows back and forth with a smirk and a near-perfect quiff. I never change but more specifically my demon never changes. I'm trying to amend that with the whole platonic thing but the largest part of me that's controlling is my self doubt. I won't survive, it won't work, live things now because you'll be dead tomorrow. I rush things, that's my problem." Again I breathed out heavily and shook my head. 

"I know that you're a person afraid of friendships and relationships and stuff because people could get killed. Well guess what, kiddo, that's the same for me but I'm led by a demon. I don't tend to get a say in the matter. My eyes may be blue but my thoughts will be black and I don't bother to think about consequences at all. You, you're compassionate, kind, determined, intelligent and I'm a piece of trash. I have no idea why the demon chose you, of all people, to become attached to and ruin my life. I've been turned into a fangirl. And I'm a guy. 

'This is all incredibly weird and I have a feeling you're confused and frightened right now but now you know my scope on things. You can be my bro or you can be my boy; just please don't back away in fear then shoot me in the head. I don't die that easily."

I kept my eyes closed and used my senses to guess what would happen next. Sam's confusion rippled across to me in waves but it was slowly subsiding as he got a grip on the situation. There was some giggly excitement in the background but that seemed animalistic and I had a feeling a certain two headed cat and one dragon-puppy was watching the scene. There was also curiosity from the two eavesdroppers at the door; curiosity and fear.

The emotions coming from Sam changed suddenly and I barely managed to stop the frown creasing my brow. There were some puzzled, mixed feelings coming from the Hunter that even the demon in me couldn't decipher. It began to squirm awkwardly like a teenage girl around her crush and I kept myself still as the demon began to murmur inside my head.

He doesn't like us...

He'll friend-zone us for sure...

Platonic relationships can't happen...

I already feel faint...

We'll have to go back in shame...

The being was right all along...

We're stupid to ever think of liking someone like him...

Why can't we be straight? It's simply easier. Now he's having to figure out what he feels and that makes things worse because we're confusing him and now he'll hate us...

The silence has been too long he's- OH SWEET ANGELS HE'S KISSING US! KISSING YOU! AAH! HAPPY DEMON HAPPY DEMON HAPPY -

I shut the demon up around about then.