『 I Won't Run Anymore』

- Amaimon Ending

I stared down my hand in wonder; it looked the same as it always did... nothing of any difference. I glided my opposite hand over the one I was staring at... it even felt the same. Soft and fleshy... not like I was expecting anything less, I just thought that I'd feel... different... I sighed lightly; I did feel different... emotionally... I was a wreck after the previous incidents. At first I pegged it to the trauma I underwent as well as my transformation into a full demon, but that wasn't it... my heart ached...

"Amaimon..."

I pressed my hand over my beating heart, feeling the muscle pound relentlessly against its cage as I took in a deep breath to calm myself. Why now? Why did I have to decide it now that he... that he was gone? I had spoken to Mephisto yesterday, but he said there was no way for him to return to Assiah any time soon as his human host was well beyond repair and if he were to return to it he would surely die once more... and there were few that could hold his demon self so it was purely a waiting game... but... it wouldn't be him... and would I even be willing to wait that long for a strong enough body for him? Mephisto said it could take a day or a hundred years... no, I couldn't wait that long for him...

"Miss Renshaw? What are you doing out here?"

I turned my head to meet the concerned blue eyes of the younger Okumura, a small smile crossing my face at the boy as I turned back to face the city once more.

"Just gazing out at the world."

"It's getting cold; you should really come back inside."

"I don't think so."

It was silent for a moment before I heard his footsteps close in until he was stood next to my sitting form.

"You're upset."

A dry smile crept up to my features as an even dryer laugh left through said maws.

"It's funny... you never realise what you had until you've lost it..."

"You're speaking of Amaimon correct?"

I nodded in confirmation, not caring if the male saw it or not as I leant back onto my hands to stare up at the star clad sky.

"That man... made my life hell..."

I instinctively turned my eyes down to my leg that had once been severed by said male as a soft smile etched its way onto my face.

"After that incident I was so clouded by my fear of him that I couldn't think of anything else other than that he would hurt me. We had a lot of problems but I came to realise that he did it out of his affection towards me. He didn't want to lose me, and I guess that's how a demon like him dealt with such matters. It was normal for him."

"You know you sound like a masochist?"

I laughed again, turning up to grin at the boy who had his eyebrow risen at me.

"Maybe I am. It sure sounds like it after all... Hey Yukio?"

"Yeah?"

The male cocked his head at me with innocent eyes as I rose to my feet, staring hard at him with my smile still present.

"Kill me."

"Wha- what are you saying!? Miss Renshaw you can't be serious!"

"I am Yukio."

The male grit his teeth as he clamped his hands over my arms and shook me lightly as I continued to stare at him with unblinking eyes.

"Do you hear yourself?! There's no way I'm going to kill you!"