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❦ CH 09 ❦ ♡

DEMON 09 | SOLO MISSION

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... laughters?

"Sweetie? Do you know why you can't play outside with the other kids?" A velvetic voice questions and you could only stare at the ground, rubbing away the tears that had already threaten to fall before shaking your head.

... why not?

"Sweetie, you are different. More special than any others but they don't see it that way because they've never seen any pretty girl like you, okay?" A smile crept into your lips at her words, her warm palms wipe the stains on her cheeks before pinching them,

... special and pretty?

"Now go and play with your grandma. She baked your favourites."

... what are my favourites?

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YOU quickly sat up, grasping for air. Looking around you noticed that you weren't in the fields as you last remember, in an unknown room. There were no pictures of who this room might belong to, none.

For some lone reason, you felt nothing strange about the place. It almost seemed...neutral - nothing seemed wrong about it that you were here, unaware of where you are.

But the moment was short as a vigorous presence came strolling behind you,

"Shinazugawa?"

"What's with the formal name, woman?"

"What are you...no, what am I doing here?"

His perfectly thick brows rose in question, "I don't remember treating you with any head injury. Maybe I injected the wrong antibiotics?"

You blink in startled, he tend your injuries? Does that mean...the voice you last heard was him? On what terms, did you end up here?

"You zoned out when Kochou accidentally shot you with a tranquilizer, moron."

"Accidentally?" It was your turn to raise a brow, "How in the earthly possibility did she accidentally shot me?" The woman was a doctor, an expert and a Pillar.

"The scum tried killing you before we could arrived. It was meant for that demon, not you. Well, you look okay now to me so don't pup up on me on how you could have almost died. " He scoffed, plopping onto his couch and offering himself a little rest.

Now that he had his eyes closed, you note the dark bags hanging beneath his eyes. Did he spent the whole night tending your wounds? He could've actually let Kochou do all the job; that's what he usually do.

Let others do what they are capable of.

Why did you...save me?

The urge to interrogate the white-head was decisive but merely brush the thought away, he's pretty beat up. He'll have the rest he wanted and you'll search for anything available to cook.