『 I Won't Run Anymore』

Part 8 - Home

I stared up at the extravagant ivory ceiling, taking in all the swirls and waves in an elegant pattern. How long had I been staring at it for now? Maybe an hour? I can't find the strength to move... So much has happened in such a short time, but I am fully aware that I need to stay away from Mephisto and Amaimon. He had all this planned out since the first day I entered this city. He was so conniving about it, rather than confronting me directly. Although, I suppose had he done that I would have called the loony bin on him... But they seem to know something I don't. Do I really have something special about me? And even if I did, why have I piqued their interest? There are many demons around, I know that now I can see them. Wouldn't they be more interesting since he does run an exorcist school after all? Why am I so special that I'm being cooped up here? Is it simply because they don't know why I heal fast? Or is there more to me that I don't know? Are they bored, looking for something to do? I suppose so. They seem to only know as much as I do after all. So why did I agree to stay here with them? When I know I need to keep away... I guess, I want to know myself.

"I can't keep running from everything..."

"That will never solve anything."

I jumped at the new voice in my room, snapping my head to the window where Amaimon was sitting. How long had he been sitting there?

"What are you doing here?"

"I tried the door, but you locked me out. And I'm sure brother would be mad if I broke it down."

"That doesn't answer my question."

He didn't reply, but he held up a box that had steam rising from it. Food? My stomach growled at the thought. I hadn't eaten since my break at work this morning, and that was only an apple. Amaimon moved further into my room, knowing that with his bribe I wouldn't throw him out. My heart accelerated the closer he got, I still feared this man... and with good reason. He stopped at the foot of my bed, gently placing the box on the fabric of my quilt. I reached forward for the box, not taking my eyes away from his azure ones, and slid it towards me. I kept eye contact, waiting for him to make the first move.

"One blue, one green..."

I blinked at his unusual choice of words. Leaning forward, slightly intrigued at what he was talking about.

"Come again?"

"Your eyes..."

"Oh..."

I held one hand under the skin of my blue right eyelid, looking down at the box which wafted smells of meat and vegetables.

"It's funny, considering both my parents have brown eyes."

I looked up, and chocked on my spit. When had he gotten so close?! Our noses were almost touching, and I could feel his breath fanning across my cheeks. It smelt like sugar; wine gums? Perhaps?

"How interesting. How I didn't notice them before..."

Come on body move! Back away from him! My every fibre had frozen, shut down almost. The last time he was this close, he...

"Please..."

"Hmm?"

He tilted his head confused, not taking his eyes away from mine.

"Please, could you back up a bit?"

He didn't reply, nor did he move. He just sat and stared at me with those bored eyes I had come to realise was a trait for him. Did everything bore him so? Or was that just how he always looked? He placed two palms on either side of my face, familiar claws brushing against my raven hair. I felt my body tense up more, even becoming painful as a result of cramp.