I'll Wait (Sequel to "Is It Possible to Love a Demon?")

4. A House Get-Together, I Suppose

See! I can update regualrly! Kinda.

Do you guys like the new cover? Sure, it took me like five minutes to make, but whatever. Maybe I should make a cover shop book...

There is a small Tokyo Ghoul reference (cuz everyone loves Tokyo Ghoul).

I've responded to some of your comments, because I feel like I'm ignoring you, my precious readers. I'm sawwy ;~;

Annnnywho, go ahead and enjoy the chapter!

(Y/n)'s POV

Althought I wouldn't normally put faith in this damned voice, I did for once. I made several phone calls, making sure everyone that she mentioned, Yukio included, was notified of the incident. I'd planned on telling them all through those calls, but now here they all are, gathered in the living room with worried looks cast on their features, the exception being Akira. Rin sat next to Shiemi, trying to calm her down since she was on the verge of flying into a state of uncontrollable panic. I inhaled deeply, trying to quell the same fear that threatened to corrupt my mind.

"Alright. As you all know, Yukio has come across this prophecy spoken by what seemed to be a blood spirit. I've sent a copy of it to all of you. We need to discuss-" Izumo stood up in the middle of my speech, her violet pigtails swinging from side to side. Despite her sour attitude, I do respect her. Without Izumo, I wouldn't have found the cram school and worst of all, me and Rin might've never fell in love. Hell, we probably wouldn't be where we are now, engaged. I have a lot to thank her for.

"No offense, (y/n), but why do you suspect that we are the ones mentioned? There are far too many people in the world to narrow it down to just us. Specifically us." I cringed at her inquiry. It's true, it would seem as if I'm being hasty with my actions. If I told them that a voice in my head told me, they'd probably be restraining me and calling a therapist. I haven't exactly told Rin about this either. There was only one reply I could think of to answer this question.

"Instinct." They stared at me as if I were some kind of freak on stage performing a hopeless act. My face went slightly crimson after answering, knowing that it was embarrassing to say something like that. I'm an exorcist, for crying out loud! A gut feeling isn't an excuse.

"You're kidding, right?" Bon rose to his feet, obviously pissed that I brought them here on a whim. True, he lives an hour away. I can't exactly blame him for being at least somewhat mad, "You can't just drag us all into his business! It's obvious that Okumura is a part of it, but you have absolutely no evidence that we are! You can't even be sure that you are!"

"Oh? And haven't I acted on instinct before?" Akira, who had been speechless and seemingly emotionless up until now, sent a warning glance at Bon. Rin was the only one who was unfazed by her sudden counter. Though she seems like she'd be the type who would brag, Akira's actually the silent and deadly sort of person, unlike Rin, who's mostly all bark and no bite. But that doesn't mean he's not an exceptional exorcist, "I don't care what you guys say or think. Don't wimp out on (y/n). Assume what roles could possibly be yours, shut up, and deal with it. After all, we don't have any confirmation that it isn't you, Suguro. You're just saying these things out of fear, correct?"

Bon, enraged, clenched his teeth and stalked off toward the bathroom. Konekomaru followed in close pursuit, but Shima lingered on the couch, his focus intent on the small curls of the creamy white carpet under his feet.

"(Y/n), is there something you're keeping from us?" He inquired, eyes flicking up from the floor to me, instantly sending my calm aura into a tensed one. I could feel his dark brown eyes locked intently onto my figure, awaiting a desired answer. He's grown a lot from that once pervy teenager, let me tell you. He tried to flirt with me and ended up on the ground with a broken nose, credit to Rin. "Something you know that you're hiding?"

"No," my (e/c) orbs immediately found sanctuary in Rin's sapphire irises as I tried to escape this uncomfortable conversation. However, he broke eye-contact. He knows I'm lying. It's a special talent of his and I'm not able to piece together how he does it.

"She's schizophrenic or something. She heard a voice in her head, and we were listed." Akira explained as if reading my thoughts. Literally. I gawked at her, my expression reading what the fuck as she let a sly smile grace her cherry coated lips, "I'm a psychic demon, my dear (y/n). You might as well get used to it."

This is why she's as masterful as she is with the sword. She can read the minds of her enemies to determine what their next move is. Not to mention that if she did make a minor error, it would heal in only a few seconds. She is a valuable exorcist to the Vatican. A cold dread suddenly grasped me. What if she dies? What if Rin dies? Bon? Shima? Koneko? Shiemi? Izumo? Or even myself?

That's eight people. Who's the other one? It's not Yukio, that's guranteed. We'll reach the ninth player when we get there.

Unless one of us is Player Nine. The one is meant to die, due to being shy. Shiemi? I think she's the shyest one out of all of us.

I don't think I could bear to lose anyone. After losing everyone in the past; Mom, Dad, my sisters, Leva, and almost Rin, I wouldn't be able to keep living, feeling as if I were all alone.

All alone, in this cold, wretched blizzard of malice that threatens to drive me mad with just a single touch of frost.