Chapter 2
As Vincent walked into his last class he caught sight of a familiar face. A boy his age and dressed in a similar fashion. As Vincent walked closer the boy looked up and gazed into Vincent's eyes.
"Yuki..." Vincent muttered.
"What's up Vincent?" Yuki grinned.
Yuki was Vincent's cousin and a demon child born into the mortal world as an immortal. His father was Vincent's uncle Leviathan the demon of envy.
Yuki smiled. "So I guess the world finally kicked your ass all the way to this place eh?"
"I guess you could say that!" Vincent laughed.
Quickly Vincent took up the empty seat beside his cousin. And here I thought all hope was almost lost he thought.
Yuki was of Japanese origin, his hair stretched down to his shoulder. It was long but it was tamed and managed very well.
"So Vincent have you seem anyone here worth your time?" Yuki smiled.
A grin quickly formed across Vincent's face. "Whatever do you mean cousin?"
"Well it's not something you do on purpose but everywhere you go you always find someone to give your time to, whether it's sensual or sexual." Yuki laughed.
"Well my first period teacher struck me as someone interesting but I don't think that I would ever..."
Yuki cut his cousin off in md-sentence. "Stop right there! Every time you think of something or someone you wouldn't...you do!"
Vincent shrugged. "Well god damn you got me there haha!"
Yuki sat back in his chair trying to find a comforting position but with no luck. The desks were far too old fashioned for him.
"Well best of luck with that cause there aren't many interesting girls here to begin with...well at least for you, I can settle for anyone so as long as they don't lecture me on their life."
"That's a bit cold don't you think? They all start with their life story, and besides some are quite interesting to hear." Vincent gave a slight smile remembering some the girls he had spent time with through his life thus far.
He remembered one in particular, her name was Rebecca. A tall girl nearly Vincent's own height but still shorter than he was. He smiled thinking of the first look he'd taken of her; it was their first day of school. She had been seated right next to Vincent and every day instead of paying any attention to the lesson at hand he would stare at her from her legs to her breasts, to the perfect shape of her chin, and to the way she would fiddle with her hair behind her ear.
One day his eyes had been studying her feet and open toed sandals she was wearing, he appreciated the effort she put into painting her toe nails and the beauty it brought to her feet. On that same day when he brought his gaze higher, his eyes met with hers and a slight feeling of shame rained upon him until she gave away a slight smile. Replacing Vincent's shame was a sense of satisfaction.
Days later Rebecca suddenly started dressing differently. Her shorts were cut shorter in length; her shirts fitted her tighter revealing the true form of her body, all her nails were painted a devilish red that matched her lips. No one could figure out the reason for her change of attire, but Vincent knew better. He knew she only dressed as such to tease him. Later Vincent would make his move that would win him this game.
In October on Halloween day, Vincent walked into school wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses and a loose black tie around his neck, while rest of him was void of clothes for all to see. Minutes later before security could apprehend him, Vincent walked up to Rebecca who couldn't help but stare as he approached.
