The Demonslayer's Institution

Chapter Two

"Kid, do you know where we are?" The woman asked Ares.

Ares wondered. "Uhh.." What did she mean by that?

"You know, like street name or something?"

"Street?" Ares asked feeling lost. He started to feel hot because the man carrying him is pressing him to him too much. "Sir?" Ares mumbled.

He moved his head to the side and saw the moon complimenting Lazarus' eyes. They were firm and dark. "Sir?" He poked the man's chest and quickly noticed how hard his chest is.

Ares felt the heat rushing up to his cheeks.

He coughed trying to forget the intimate scene that flashed in his mind.

"Where are we going?" Ares slowly asked. He didn't know where he was going, but he's not complaining. He trusted them, he didn't know why.

"Shut up!" Vincent had enough. The kid was annoying him and blurring out his senses, he can't focus because of him.

"What did I do?" Ares innocently asked.

"You know what you did!" Vincent pouted, "If only you weren't cute, I would've-" Vincent stopped realizing what he was saying.

Veronica's eyes immediately snapped to him in shock.

Lazarus was still, thinking. "Cute? I'm cute?" Ares flashed his toothy-smile and that made Vincent's heart melt. He immediately looked at something else and Lazarus watched it happen.

"Awkward." Veronica thought as she watched the scene unfold in front of him. Vincent was 'trying', trying to remain cool but it was not working. His cheeks were red, and he was whistling. A sign that he was nervous, or embarrassed. Lazarus, one of his brother's boyfriend, was studying his boyfriend's reaction.

Ares suddenly let out a snore and that made Lazarus look down. Veronica lightly let out a sound of surprise when Lazarus was looking at Ares like he was treasure. He looked at Vincent again, and saw that he was also looking at the sleeping kid.

Veronica smirked.

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"Ah, Ares. My favorite toy." Master Flinch circled the kneeling kid–kneeling is a sign of respect. He patted the kid's head signaling him to stand up. Ares continued to look at the floor, only seeing the shiny black shoes of his nightmare.

"Look up." Ares slowly looked up and met his dark red eyes. He was smiling. Master Flinch was admiring the little boy's body when Ares spoke.

"Where's mama?"

"Did I ask you to talk?" He hit Ares with his crane. Ares whined feeling the impact on his head. He lightly stumbled but stood up anyways.

"I-I'm sorry, Master." He looked down in shame.

"Shhh, shhh." Master Flinch moaned hearing him say the word Flinch satisfies him. "You're forgiven, doll."

"Mama!" Ares screamed, waking up suddenly. He began to feel a twinge of pain erupt in his head. He looked around in confusion. He took in the light coming from the window. He looked around, an unfamiliar strong scent entering his nose.

He's in a room.

Suddenly, the door opened revealing a middle-aged woman wearing a clean white blouse and white skirt. She's holding a metal tray with unfamiliar equipments inside it.

The woman jumped when she saw the boy sitting looking at him in confusion.

"Ah, you're awake." The woman stated the obvious.

He mumbled, while yawning. "Where am I?"

"Ehh, you're in the infirmary. You were brought in unconscious. Even though I am the head nurse here, I haven't gotten any information about you." She said with interest. "So tell me, who are you?"

She leaned closer like they were best friends sharing each other's secret.

"My name is Ares." He smiled widely.

"And my name's Caroline." She sarcastically said, "Tell me something I don't know, boy. I wanna know why someone like you is here."

She tried to intimidate the boy making sure to emphasize his non-existing worth. But she failed when she saw his eyes. They held nothing. Nothing at all. Not even a bit.

"I see." She said after a few seconds of the stare-battle, "I think I know why."

She began to move on and changed the topic, "Do you feel anything?"

He thought. What does he feel?

"My head hurts." He pointed out.

She nodded as expected. "It'll fade away just rest. Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Nope." He lied.

She nodded disappointment written across her face. "Well. That's about it." She said frowning.

Ares was about to ask the whereabouts of his source of excitement when someone knocked. The door opened revealing a man in his age, with a mop of brown curls and brown eyes. His eyes were twinkling and his lips were glossed. He was beautiful.

But he didn't look at Ares but looked at the weird nurse. "Good afternoon, Caroline." He charmingly greeted. The nurse swooned and rolled her eyes.

"Oh stop it, Ethan. I have a husband," She dramatically placed a hand on her heart, "What are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be in house arrest?"

Ethan smiled. "I didn't come with them last night since we're preparing for the event. The student council and I."

"Ah, the games. The most anticipated event of the students." She nodded in agreement, "Anyways, what are you doing here?"

"Ah. I'm here to pickup something called Ares." He nonchalantly said.

Nurse Caroline turned to Ares and Ethan did the same. Ares froze when he felt his beautiful brown orbs on him.

"Ah well then, he's ready for pickup." She jokingly said.