"Can we please stop? I need to breathe, ya know.." I panted as I put my hands on my knees.
"You're too slow" the green haired boy in front of me whined.
"How can you have this much energy? We've been walking non-stop!"
"I get bored easily" he shrugged munching on a bag of gummy bears.
I gave a long breath and straightened up. I've been hanging out with Amaimon ever since I got lost. I hadn't seen the other boys around and I was worried, but Amaimon kept my mind entertained.
"I saw you with other people earlier. Where are they?"
"I don't really know. They kind of left me" I answered.
He nodded looking around.
"Let's go in there!" he pointed to a house of mirrors.
I shrugged and followed him towards the house. We walked inside and immediately we stood in a room full of mirrors of different lengths and sizes. I looked at the one in front of me. It made my head look huge and my body extremely tiny.
"You look like a bobble head" Amaimon chuckled. I glanced at his mirror. His whole body looked stretched upwards and extremely thin.
"Look who's talking, Slenderman" I rolled my eyes. I walked towards him and ended up in a mirror that made me look like huge, like a meatball.
I heard Amaimon snicker beside me and smacked his head. His eyes widened at my touch and he visibly shuddered. I gave him a confused look as he reached out to touch me again, but immediately after his fingertips brushed my skin he pulled away as if he just touched an electrical cord.
"Huh?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Ouch. You shocked me" he whispered and touched me again, the same thing happened.
"Ok now you're just acting weird" I rolled my eyes.
"Hasn't anybody mentioned this to you?" he asked with wide eyes.
"Eh... Mentioned what?"
"When I touch you, you're freezing and then a wave of electricity hits me" he said and poked my cheek before yanking his hand away. I looked at his fingertip, it had turned a pale blue color.
"Okay, what the fuck? Is that paint or something?" I took his hand and started scrubbing his finger. He squealed and pulled his hand away. Right where I had touched, there was a pale blue stain.
"This is really creeping me out" I murmured staring at my hands. They didn't have any signs of paint on them.
"Hasn't this happened with anyone else?" he asked hiding his blue hand in his pocket.
"Uh no. I mean nobody ever touches me. Just aunt Claire and just recently Shima slept on my lap but nobody else..."
"And those people never noticed this?"
"Nothing really happened when I touched them.."
"I have to talk to my brother about this" Amaimon whispered.
"Who?"
"Mephisto. The principal of your school is my brother" he clarified and I nodded wide eyed.
"A-alright.. Is there something wrong with me?" I asked.
"I don't really know. But don't touch me" he shuddered.
"I.. Okay?" he nodded at my confused expression.
"Let's get out of here" he said.
We exited the house of mirrors and walked along the docks until we reached the end of them. There wasn't much lighting and no kiosks were around so nobody was there except for us.
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The Art Of Dancing With Demons (Blue Exorcist/Amaimon)
FanfictionSince the moment Emi was born, everybody saw her as the girl who was trapped in her own little world. She never talked, never smiled, never seemed to care, she was almost invisible. Her world only revolved around one thing... dancing. The thing she...