The Art Of Dancing With Demons (Blue Exorcist/Amaimon)

Ch 37

"If you want to light the candles at the same time, you need to think exactly that." Amaimon said, a yawn escaping his tiny mouth. "You're thinking about lighting them individually."

I was currently sitting on the floor, the three candles set in front of me as I tried to concentrate on lighting them. Amaimon was 'helping' me from his place at the top of my head.

By helping I mean playing with my hair as he looked over once in a while at my pathetic work.

"I'm trying to, alright! It's not that simple." I mumbled as lurched forward on purpose, making him almost lose his balance if it weren't for his grip on my hair.

"Sometimes I wonder who the real demon is..." He mumbled, clearly intending for me to hear it.

"Idiot." I mumbled back before groaning in defeat. "I think I'm going to call it a day. I'm already exhausted."

"We just started fifteen minutes ago..."

"Well those are fifteen minutes I can use for something I actually like!" I groaned as I stood up and made my way over to the bed, tumbling down on it.

"Like what?" Amaimon's little furry face came into view as he passed by my face and settled down on my chest.

"Talking to you."

"Oh~ You make me blush."

I couldn't hold the chuckle that escaped my lips as I flicked his tiny forehead.

"Mr. Pheles told me Ryoku would be back soon..." I sighed. "Know what that means?"

"An annoying little lizard is gonna stay with us?"

I rolled my eyes at his response. "No matter how you look at it, he's way bigger than you."

"I have something that's pretty big, if I do say so m-"

His sentence got cut off by my hand that swatted his little hamster face. "Amaimon!"

"What? Don't act all innocent!" He exclaimed as I pushed him off me and he fell to the bed. With his belly up towards the ceiling and paws desperately trying to turn himself over he said the words that I prayed nobody would ever say.

"I saw your bag! Its full of condoms and birth control pills!"

"What were you doing with my stuff!" I growled, feeling my face heat up.

"I got bored and went on an adventure." Was his simple reply.

A groan left my lips as I brought a pillow to my face, squeezing it in an attempt to stop the oxygen from coming in.

Fuck my life.

"You know it was a pretty interesting find. Good to know you're keeping things safe." I heard Amaimon's voice and this time I threw my pillow at him, making him fall off the bed.

"I haven't used anything from there!" I defended.

"Good." Came Amaimon's pained reply. "I'll be the first to use them."

I furrowed my eyebrows as I peeked at his position on the floor. "Didn't you hate me?"

"We're starting with this again?" He groaned.

"Sorry, sorry. You just ignored me for like five years and only managed to talk to me when you were locked inside my room." I rolled my eyes.

"It hasn't even been a year since the fight..." Amaimon deadpanned. "And I have my reasons for it!"

"I'd like to know every single one of them."

Amaimon gave me a hard stare, my stomach tightening in anticipation. Was this it? Was he going to speak about it? Were we going to fix things?