"...ON! EON KARITORI-KI! GET UP RIGHT NOW YOU LAZY BUM!"
*BAM*
I looked over at Casey who was in a hole with cracks spidering from it. His long blonde hair now quite messy, but not nearly as messy as my own, and his blue eyes slightly closed from pain. "Sorry Casey but still, haven't you ever heard the phrase 'Never tickle a sleeping dragon'?" I asked while running a hand through my silver hair. He gave me as much of a sarcastic eye roll as he could.
He groaned, "Shut up Eon, before I attempt to beat into the ground." I did the adult thing and stuck my tongue out at him. Why did I sort of adopt him again? I thought. He snapped his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. "It's time for your first meeting today. No using your fire abilities to set the advisors on fire and NO using your insanity as an excuse to ignore them." he ordered. I just rolled my eyes at him and ruffled his hair. He slapped my hand away with a frustrated look, "I'm five thousand years old Eon, I'm not a kid anymore."
"Well I'm over four billion years old Casey. So even when you're an old Bijuu demon I'll treat you like a kid," I cackle. He grumbles under his breathe while I ruffle his hair again. I gave him one of my signature grins.
My purple eyes were bright as I gave Takeshi a wave as I passed him from the door of my office. YES! I'm done with annoying meetings and paperwork. If it wasn't for not going so well last time, I would set it on fire again. I think I might go visit Baron today. I haven't seen for a while because of work, I thought as I walked to the courtyard.
I looked out the into the courtyard and noticed that Baron was passed out. oh...CRAP I started running knowing that whoever managed to knock out my basilisk was strong and skilled. Just as I got to the beginning of a hallway I began to hearing chanting. I looked into the hallway and saw a cloak figure and from what I could see was an earth demon. My sight started to fade in and out and I fell to my knees. What's happening to me, was my last thought as I blacked out.
The cloaked demon smirked at the now newborn Eon. Now he'll not only be out of the way but he won't remember anything from before. The demon picked up Eon and went to the human world. The demon looked for somewhere to dump the baby king. He eventually found some trashcans to put Eon behind. He then left with a dramatic fling of his cloak.
Those IDIOTS. Do they think they come and ask us to build a mall but not give us enough money to build it. Wait is that crying crying I hear? I looked around and found a baby behind some trash cans. What why is a baby here of all places. "Excuse me is this someone's baby," I yelled out to see if there was anyone else. I looked down at him, to possibly find a name. I managed to find one on the inside of the shirt he wore. I spoke to him, "So your names Eon kid? I'm Fujimoto, Arashi" He smiled at me closing his unique purple eyes.
" What should we do with you kid? I can't leave you here, that would be wrong on so many levels. But I also can't keep you. Hey I know I'll take you to the foster system that's close to here," I said, thinking he didn't understand me. But apparently he did as he started to bawl his little lungs out. I spun my head around to see if anyone heard the crying. I ran to my house with the baby in tow.
"Why did I bring you with me kid, why," I sighed as I looked at the now giggling baby. I smiled slightly when I saw that. " I have to say your a happy one for someone so tiny. You also seem to be a foreigner judging on your hair, eyes, and dark skin color." Eon just stared at me with those big eyes.I practically melted at the sight.
I frowned, knowing I should make a decision, What should I do? I thought. I could either take to foster care, or I could keep him. I straightened my shoulders and made my decision.
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The Karitori-ki
FantasyThe king of demons, Eon Karitori-ki is sent to the human world -specifically Japan. Read about his and his friends adventures of dealing with the group of idjits that sent him to the human world in the first place. Humor, eventual fighting, possible...