Eika squinted at the annoying flaming ball of gas and fire known as the sun. It was really frustrating having to deal with such a crappy thing. The UV rays and all the other light crap was extremely aggravating for her because of her lineage and her genetics.
Due to this, she may or may not have said one or two choice words about sunlight in general, and cursed the fact that Ryosei seemed perfectly fine.
"C'mon, Miss Eika, enjoy the sun!" He smiled an infuriating smile, as if he wasn't choking on the floor a few minutes prior to this. Eika's brow twitched at the cheekiness and the change in attitude, growing progressively pissed at the situation.
Even so, she smiled brightly and replied, "No thank you Ryosei, I prefer not to be burned by that ball of gas's UV rays, nor am I going to enjoy the aforementioned ball of gas that will eventually swallow the earth in its fiery flames, which I may just live to see if I play my cards wrong, so, Ryosei, I'm not especially fond of the bloody thing. Now, shut. UP."
His blue eyes turned away, barely suppressed smile on his face as he muttered, "Yes, yes, I get it, I get it..."
Eika huffed at continued to follow Ryosei until she came to a halt in front of a large building where he undoubtedly went to school. As she looked over the hoard of sleep-deprived college students, a single thought entered her mind, 'I have found my people.'
She looked up to Ryosei, her sunglasses hiding her eyes as she tugged at his sleeve and eagerly exclaimed, "So this is college! How cute, all the people here remind me of the demon realm with how exhausted they seem! How cute~" She started to walk through the crowds, a big smile on her face as she laughed and greeted passerby's with a wide grin, prompting many a people regardless of their sex to blush at her childish antics.
Meanwhile, in seeing how comfortable she was, Ryosei came to a conclusion as a single thought came to his mind, 'Ah... I really hate this... I really, really hate this...' He sighed a world weary sigh as he muttered to himself while roughly pulling back his pale, ash white hair, "Of course she'd comfortable here, of course she is.... Naturally, Ryosei, the frick did you expect? This Eika, EIKA were talking about, the freaky women... hah~ may patience be granted to me..."
It was at that moment Ryosei heard yet another damning voice, one that made his sensitive ears prick and his eyes widen when he came to the realization that he was screwed.
"Yo, Ryosei, what's up my man!"
He closed his eyes as he sighed again, pinching the bridge of his noes slightly as he murmured, "Why does it have to be me gosh d@mn it Eika, d@mn you for making me this way, ahhhh."
He straightened up to his full height before turned and with a schooled expression replied to his friend, "Ray, it's great seeing you buddy, and yes, everything fine, how've you been?"
Braydon "Ray" Hudson was a faintly muscled but very skinny beanpole of a friend with a mop of curly brown hair, tan skin, black rimmed glasses, and cinnamon eyes. He was tall, reaching 6'0" and a closet otaku and video game enthusiast. He wore a cotton gray short sleeve shirt, blue jeans, and had a tied red plaid shirt around his waist while he sported dirty white converse.
He was also... a demon enthusiast. Which meant, Ryosei could NOT is ANY way allow the two of them to meet, nor could he let his best friend of 10 years figure out he was now a demo—
"Oi, Ryosei you lout, where's the main office? I need to register." Ryosei turned around so fast he nearly got whiplash. Ray, who looked confused at Ryosei's panicked expression, said hesitantly, "Hey man? What's going on, did someone call your na...m...e...?"
Rays cinnamon eyes widened when he say who Ryosei had turned to, his breath stuttering to a stop at the person.
A goddess was in front of him, of that he was sure. She had pure, bone white hair that fell to a little lower than her sharp but delicate jawline, and past per smooth, slightly pointed chin. She took off her sunglasses as she glared attractively at Ryosei, her right eyes as red as rubies and blood, and the other a purple eye the color of lavenders and wisteria and both framed by white, silver lashes, her features delicate yet her cheekbones sharp enough to cut a heart in the most deliciously, wonderful way. Her lips were like a rose petal had bled its color into the the soft skin and made a beautiful, almost heart shape on her oval face.
Ever feature was perfect and ethereal to the point of distraction and delirium. She was top-class beauty of the highest degree possible, and he found himself wondering exactly who were her parents to make such impossible, fanciful beauty a reality.
His heart pounded loudly and he wondered, by the curious look she graced him with, if she could hear it. It was then he dragged his eyes to see long, pointed ears adorned by a sapphire pair of earrings, the sharp, almost catlike pupil in her red eye and a pentagram shape in the round pupil of her purple eye, as well has the small black horns that she did not hide. Her body was also on the modest side, yet it exuded an elegance to a it a voluptuous body could never hope to capture.
"U-Um... e-ehm... M-Ma'am..."
She tilted her head, her hair falling in a nigh hypnotic fashion as she smiled and replied in a voice similar to that of an angels, "Yes?"
"A-Are you... perhaps... a demon?"
Her smile grew, showcasing elegant and somehow adorable sharp canines, her eyes crinkling as she giggled, "Something like that, yes, my good sir. Might I inquire as to how you knew immediately?"
"W-well," he stuttered, a blushing mess at the top class beauty in front of him, "I've read up on d-demons, and I found t-that the high class o-ones are beautiful, especially w-with t-the royal family... a-and, your beauty is too..."
"Tempting?" she supplied with a spring laugh that made him feel dazed and his head full of cotton as he nodded to finish his sentence, "Y-yes, to tempting for an Angel, but too elegant for a succubus, so I concluded a Demon or Vampire..."
She playfully clapped her hands, hopping a bit as she exclaimed, "Yes, very good, very very good, you guessed correctly! One hundred points to you my dear gentleman. You have a good eyes for detail, you'll make it far in your life. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, Mr..." She extended her delicately made hand that could no doubt snap the head off a human no problem if she was ever in the mood for it.
Ray blinked rapidly, blundering as he gathered his books in one arm and held out his hand to shake hers. "Braydon Hudson ma'am. Friends call me Ray. May I get the name of the beautiful lady?"
She smirked back and replied easily, "Of course my dear, my name is Aiyuki Eika, you may refer to me as Eika. I'm not one for honorifics." She winked at him before releasing her satin smooth and soft hand from his grasp before she elbowed Ryosei and scolded, "Ryosei, you never told me that you had such a charming and knowledgeable friend! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, not telling your Turner about this!"
"T-Turner!? M- ehem, Eika, your his Turner?! Then... Ryosei's a demon?! What?! C'mon man, I thought we were tight, why didn't you tell me! I knew his looks would get him in trouble one day, I just didn't know it would be such beautiful trouble..." Ray exclaimed and badgered Ryosei profusely for not telling him while complimenting Eika, to which she responded favorably back yet again.
{ Ring! }
{ Congratulations! User: Ryosei Mors[Kocho Ryosei] has acquired [Lower Shock Resistance]! }
Within this scenario, Ryosei could only hang his head and yet again give a sight so mournful, you'd think he'd never have felt happiness in his life. As he saw his attractive tormentor become fast friends with his best friend, he could not help but mutter, "I hate this, I really hate this..."
And so began the first day of college for Eika, with an unfavorable alliance being forged between the two people in the world who were most likely to make fun of him.
He wished he could pray to God now, but alas, he was a Demon, so he could not even do that. Even so he prayed to whoever he could pray to as a Demon— he assumed Satan—that he would survive.
His wish was in vain.