Saturday. Week 1. Year 1.
The weekend was supposed to be a blessing, not even in disguise. Clyde did not want to get up. The flickering quest prompt disagreed with him. He dismissed the annoying text box from his mind's eye. A day spent with a yandere. Fuck it, Clyde thought. He'd try to ignore it as much as possible. And unless she found out about his afternoon rump with Alice, he'd be fine. He wouldn't have to restrain her.
He chuckled. As if he'd be as idiotic as the usual main characters. Those with male strength, yet somehow forgot to use it. Dodge the knife, idiots. Knock her known. Restrain her. Self-defense. Clyde couldn't understand for the life of him why the yanderes always won. Sure, some of them had immense strength when…. entering some kind of transformation. Yandere mode. He sat up. Just when he convinced himself that he had nothing to fear. Way to go, idiot boy, Clyde thought. The last thing he needed was to give himself something to think about. He wasn't going to her house to die…right? He flinched at the uncertainty.
Later that morning, a knock caught his attention while he crafted. It couldn't be her, coming to pick him up. They agreed for the afternoon—neither was much of a morning person.
To his relief, Alice was at the door, not the crazy silver-haired girl.
"Smells like glue in here," she said, walking past him as if she owned the apartment.
"Just some crafting," he said as he closed the door. "So, what brings you this way? Not that I mind."
"Just bored," she answered. Clyde noticed the bag she carried. Inside was a box. "And I brought pie. But, it's a lot better to eat after sex."
Clyde felt himself pulse as his craving for the demoness dramatically increased. Before he knew it, Alice was next to him. The two froze, a hair's breath away from ripping each other's clothes off.
"You've got somewhere to be," she said softly, "and I've got to pick up my cousin from the airport in a bit. I stopped by to…see you." Her eyes glistened. "Demons don't befriend each other, especially those of us with rank. We're a cold, calculating race." She sighed. "They'd laugh at me for showing such weakness in front of a human."
"Pfft, haters," Clyde said then smirked. "That's why they're unable make friends."
Alice giggled then hugged the young man.
"Keep being like that, a warmth to my ice," Alice said then stood up. "But I won't be doing your silly human mating rituals."
She placed the pie into the fridge. "Maybe tonight if my cousin doesn't bug me too much. Annoying succubus."
"Your cousin's a succubus?" Clyde said.
"Yep. Don't worry about her though—this is a large city. There's no way you'll get onto her radar."
"You know it's going to happen," Clyde said. "Now that it's jinxed."
The two shared a small laugh. "Your cousin isn't joining your dad's army, is she?"
"No," Alice said. "She's here just to visit me. My cousin doesn't participate in any kind of demon affairs unless they interest her."
She unwrapped a chocolate bar and took a bite.
"Mmm," she said. "Wanna bite?"
Clyde gave her a blank stare. He briefly took in her semi-short summer dress. The twin tails still complimented the rest of her long blonde hair. She was short, maybe five feet one or two inches tall—he wasn't sure.
Alice stuffed the chocolate into his mouth. "You've got guts, human, denying a girl's sweets."
After Alice left, Clyde set off for Chika's place, using his mental navigation system. He considered the old pretending to be lost trick, but decided lying wasn't worth it. Chika was still his friend. Today he'd only find out just what kind of friend.
Sometime…. Somewhere….
A young man dressed in white stared at his guide with grey eyes. Eyes that seemed to peer right through her. The tension in the room skyrocketed, battling a stiff air. Unseen auras engaged each other.
The guide crossed her arms, pouted, then placed a card onto a mat of squares and symbols.
"I don't know why you're avoiding a real game. A boring practice match doesn't summon the—"
"Will you ever finish your turn, Selkie?" the young man said then smiled.
The guide cursed under her breath.
"Summon, Gloria," she said. "Action card, peace maker. Now give me some life—ya annoying fuck."
The young man frowned as his hit points decreased by half.
"Now die. I'll attack with Gloria."
"Yeah, no. Action card, instant. Shattered offense. All attackers are destroyed, and you take damage equal to the attack of your strongest attacker. And that's game."
"Son-of-a-bitch!" Selkie snarled then flipped the card table. She plopped back into her seat, her small body barely making a dent into the cotton-topped chair. "How are we supposed to find this Viper guy anyway? It would take fucking forever to search every city in the world."
"Don't worry about that," the young man said. "Just leave that tidbit to me. Maybe I'll get lucky enough to shut down this stupid game then take over this world. I'll have every girl here—"
Selkie punched him in the gut.
"Don't be such a drama queen," she said. "Without me, you can't stay in this world. Don't forget that, so-called king-of-all-games. You took that from some stupid anime didn't you, Charles."
"I said don't call me that," the young man barked, soliciting a bark of laughter from his green-haired guide. "It's Dark."
"Alright, Dark," she said sarcastically. "Dark, Dark, Dork of the virgins."
Dark glared at her.
"Don't pretend like you weren't screaming my name last night."
He started toward the hotel exit. Selkie laughed then followed.
"Don't pretend you're not a minute man."
...Present….
Clyde stared at Chika's door for nearly a minute before knocking. Now or never, he thought. A day with a yandere. What could possibly go wrong?