When Personal Demons Escape [open]

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Though final bell rang over 15 minutes ago, the zombie finally manage to escape the halls. Issun was slowed down by all of his books, as he had to miss two weeks of school, and he was tired from not sleeping for 30 hours. He sees the empty fountain, deciding to take a rest. Today was a great day... echoed his thoughts with disdain; as the only thing he managed to do all day was napping in his classes.

Now discouraging, How am I suppose to meet people here? It's impossible for me to do it! The boy moans, laying on the stone. Still feeling like a giant goo mess of phlegm; he wished that he was still sick so that today didn't happen, I bet I'll be the only in Tokyo who knows no one.

Issun finally begins to relax, as the noise of water soothes him as well as no one was around. His eyes struggle to stay open, No! I have to get home... I can... nap..., only to fail.

There was another good reason that the only witness was the fountain.

His eyes open, "This is new?" He sits up, "Aw... Why am I in these again! I don't want these on!." The boy begins to strip, only because he doesn't see himself as Issun Jonahson anymore. He views himself as a nameless demon, who doesn't like the feeling of clothing. Besides its personality changing, it gains a demonic look, as if as a black, punk skeleton. It wasn't a true physical change, it was done sub-consciously.

Leaving the backpack and a pile of clothes, except for the underwear which is hiding in the illusion, the young demon looks around excitably. "This is cool! HEY! Water! I'm going to go swimming! This is a cool place, I hope I come back here more often," says the 'thinking' demon. Taking a couple steps back, it rushes in for a belly flop, "wheeeeeeeeee-OWWWWWWWWWW!"

Sadly, the fountain was an illusion also. That meant it didn't get to land in a pool of cool water, "Where am I know!" He almost starts to cry, "Where's the water? I wanted to go swimming..."

[Vy]

"Ne, Haru, you better go straight to work and not ditch me today!" stated Kyuuka. Her green orbs narrowed, her arms crossed and her lips pouting. It wasn't the puppy dog look though, it was more of a demanding look. Not amazingly, she wore something that stood out. After all, she had a school uniform, except that it was completely pink. It was almost blinding really thanks tot he sun. The teen that she was talking to knew that he couldn't beat her. Especially with that determined face.

Haru sighed and nodded with a small smile on his face. Believe or not, the small smile is his true smile. Jumping through the fountain he found himself in a place where he could just close his eyes and relax for a minute. He won't have to skip class today so that was good. Seeing that his fake job starts at five in the night and his real job doesn't start till nine. Tonight was a simple one really, he just had to create a small barrier for a family who is scared of a ghost. If anything happened to them after the barrier is used, then he would be able to easily locate the spirit. So that probably take half an hour giving him the rest of the night to catch up. It was going to be simple then, something that he really liked too. So the only thing he has to worry about his catching up on his schoolwork. Magic class came naturally for him after all seeing that he was trained at a young age. He didn't really mind it though, it was his lifestyle so he feel strange for it to be taken away from him.

Soon, he landed on the floor softly with his feet. His clothes being quite simply today. He had on something that Kyuuka truly didn't like. Since, he was in a rush today he grabbed a simple pair of jeans, a black shirt and a white trench coat. He liked the trench coat though since they have something that none of his clothes his sister made had, pockets. It was a lot easier to grab out his ofudas and used them. Of course, he would never tell her that or else he would have to face her wrath. Although he was not too young to die, he still didn't want to die. Who would right? Besides, if he dies then their grandmother would have to assume the position of the head and she is too old and fragile to have a straining job like that. She's retired and should stay that way for her age. Not that he was calling her old, which in a way he was. He just wanted to make sure that she is safe, after all, although his sister has a small hatred for their grandma, he likes her.

Looking around, the teen soon spotted a stranger. Although a magician, he felt,scared. It was a boy, maybe around his age in his...Haru couldn't even finish that thought. He kept silent about it, although his cheeks became red from the embarrassing site. Covering his eyes with his hat, he looked att he ground pretending that he saw nothing at all. It was still scary though, seeing someone like that. If Kyuuka was here, things would be a mess. One of the good things about her not having magic. The best of all though is that it is easier for her not to get into trouble. Standing there, he tried to look at the clock to see that he was a little early once again. Taking a random seat that faced away from the stranger, he sat there and started to write some incantation on the back of his ofudas. He didn't really need to but it was better if he did. Scribing down some kanjin he made sure that the letters were small enough to fit onto the paper.

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[note, when he thinks, he does talk outloud]

The demon was caught in awe, it was a room, but none that he's ever been in. Sadly it didn't really have anything that looks fun to climb on or to swing. Thinking to himself, "This room is boring... Why would someone have this here instead of water? Swimming would be more fun than here." Starting to explore, he tries to itch the back of his head, only to fail, "Why does it have to be itchy under my skeleton... It almost makes me want to ram into something to break it! But the floors and walls look like they would hurt."

Reaching one end of the room, it turns around, his bright, red eyes enlarge, "Hey! Are you a, uh... Uh... What are they called?" Hoping to find the answer on the floor, he looks down. As if it would help his brain think, he rubs his head, trying to find the name. Finding the answer, he happily exclaims, "You're a human, ain't ya!"

Rather than wait for a reaction, the demonic figure races over to the seat next to the human, fascinated. "What are you doing? Is that writing? What are you writing? Why is there this room instead of water? I thought I would be swimming and not here!"

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"You're a human, ain't ya!"

Eh!? Haru didn't know how to react for two reasons; one it was loud and two, it was a strange statement. After all, why would anyone ask that? Not so sure on how he should respond, he just nodded. After all, he was sure that only humans or allowed in here. Sitting there, his pen dropped and he stared at the teen. This person was...unique. He never heard a question like that before. He didn't really know how he was suppose to respond but what does this person think he is? There is only one race that can talk like this and that was humans...right? Maybe this person was a spirit. No, there was no spiritual link with this guy. Seriously, just who was this guy? He didn't want to voice his opinion as it was rude and besides, he wasn't really one to voice what he thinks anyway. It was the reason why he was such a good follower for his sister.

In the middle of his thoughts, the teen rushed over to his seat and stared at his ofudas. Instantly, he flinched back from the speed, perhaps it was because the boy wasn't very athletic, but this was kind of strange right now. Sitting in his seat he kept quiet, looking down on the table. He truly, didn't want to see the teen right now at all. Also, this was way too close! Well, at least it wasn't close enough to the point where he can feel his breath. His body screamed at him to run to another seat or to get out of here. Anywhere was good right now, but he was trained to be able to stay calm in situations like this. After all, if he had always listened to his body, he would had done his job very badly. Since, well, there were times where the spirits were strong that his instinct to survive told him to run for his life.

"What are you doing? Is that writing? What are you writing? Why is there this room instead of water? I thought I would be swimming and not here!"

There were so many questions, that the feminine boy didn't know how to answer. It must had been the first time he's been here. Since there were so many questions that many would know. Did this guy know that he is a magician?"I'm writing incantations." he responded, his voice nervous. It was predictable for him to be this way though. He was always timid and shy, as oppose to his sister. Sitting there in his seat, he started to write again. He needed to calm down right now. Maybe he should do those deep breath exercises. Although...they never really seem to work. Too bad too, or else he would be safe from all those times when he had to talk about his project in front of class. It was so embarrassing that he yanked down his hat to block his face. Good thing Kyuuka was there to yell at the students.

"And this is a magic class. You can't swim in the fountain if you're a magician." Haru answered, still looking away from the teen. This was way too strange for him. If only a teacher was here, maybe the man could explain instead of him. He was never good at explaining things, showing was so much easier but he was trained to not abuse his powers. The spirits don't like to be abused and he might loose it. Although they don't need to teach him that, he was not one to abuse the spirits. He doesn't even want to hurt them. If there was a way, he would make sure that all of the spirits would be able to pass on peacefully.

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Though the mind and body was of a mature teenager; the subconscious had used illusion magic to paint the exterior, making the interior think he's a demon with an attention span of a 5 year-old. It asks questions which each answer, "In-can-ta-shuns? Why are you writing them?" He was patient enough to leave some time for answers between each quiz, "Magic class, as in learning magic? Magician, as in people who summon demons! You didn't summon me though, as I came in here!"

The nameless creature did contain some knowledge, that bit from when Issun looked up the word. The old meaning was a person who summons demons and spirits to do his bidding. "Have you summoned a demon before? Do you learn different types of magic? You think you would be able to teach me! It would be cool if you did!"

Filled with energy, it flips off the desk. He lands on his feet, "I can't do magic, but I can do that! And be really, really strong! Also I'm very fast, if I wanted to, I can run around the room in five seconds! Hey, is this your home? Are you the only one living here?" Each question would be met with a tilt of his head, as he struggles to keep his body still.

[Vy]

"Magic class, as in learning magic? Magician, as in people who summon demons! You didn't summon me though, as I came in here!"

Well the teen go some of it right. He really must be new to this. There are magicians that can summon, literally being called summoners but he wasn't so sure if they can summon demons. He never really researched much in that department, but his magic did have one thing summoners and him have in common. He is able to summon shikigami{s} quite easily. That is if they have incantations on the ofudas, to summon his one shikigami, he had to do a ritual which took a lot of strain on him. He truly preferred not to do it. Besides, he doesn't really use his shikigami's true form to fight. Instead it was more of tracking and spying kind of a spirit.He simply couldn't put himself up well to hurt anyone. There are times when he had summoned it before but those were during big festivals where the emperor, who now truly had no more power since World War 2, needed protection. No one knew why they kept him around though, perhaps he was just a symbol and that was it.

"Have you summoned a demon before? Do you learn different types of magic? You think you would be able to teach me! It would be cool if you did!"

"Uhmmm, I've summoned shikigamis before and I can do some sealing magic. I don't know if I can teach you though. I'm not really a master at it." he spoke, his voice still soft just like his eyes. Silently he prayed for Kyuuka being able to jump through the fountain and just save him already. Although, it doesn't look like it was happening. Since his sister doesn't have any magic to actually jump through the portal at all. That is if one can call the fountain or portal. He never did know what kind of magic the fountain had after all but it was a magic that can do wondrous things. Since, not only is it some ind of illusion or portals but normal people can touch it, illusions can't do that, to add even more though was that there was always a hole on the ceiling that open and closes. There was no way the magic was normal. Whoever made this place must had been an S-rank or something.

"I can't do magic, but I can do that! And be really, really strong! Also I'm very fast, if I wanted to, I can run around the room in five seconds! Hey, is this your home? Are you the only one living here?"

What? That's impossible...isn't it? Only magicians can go here, no one else. He turned his head to look at the guy for a moment and then quickly look away. Taking off his trench coat, to reveal the long black sleeves on his arms he handed it out as a gesture to where this. He couldn't stand looking at the guy, it was so embarrassing! His face blushed once again from it. After a moment, he placed the trench coat onto the desk and walked over to the desk and put it back into place. He didn't want to get in trouble and get detention or something. He can't waste any time at all. Especially since he had to assure that the spirit and the people won't get hurt. A strong but yet harmless barrier was hard to create because the spirits will just keep attacking it. If anything goes wrong though, he'll have to see the spirit immediately.

"Are you sure you can't do magic? Only magicians can enter here and this isn't my house."If it was, he wouldn't like it, since his sister isn't there with him. He likes his sister and the idea of being alone was something that probably no one wants. Since, being alone is cold, and even scary a little. No one would want that? Not the jocks or the gangsters that are around town harassing people. It's because they are alone they do that, he's sure that they not bad. No one can be all bad right? A childish thought but yet he always kept it close.It was one of the reasons why Kyuuka was always more mature than him. She had to learn about people in order to protect him. Yet, she never scold him about his foolish thoughts but she didn't encourage him either. What did she think about it? Did she hated it or did she like it? He really didn't know at all.

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The immature demon gets dishearten and bored with each answer, "Then how is it a class if you can't teach me? I actually don't know if I can do magic..." He hates admitting he can't do something or doesn't know it, despite his huge wave of questions. "Then how would I come down here? Unless!"

He runs to the desk, for a pen. With his loot, he goes back over to Haru. He sits where his feet were inches away from the boy's face, as the demon hits his left toes, "See all of these toes don't let stuff through them. But look what happens when I put them with the other ones." the pen runs through toes 2-4, as if they weren't there. It wasn't known to him it was an illusion, it can paint the deception but not physically form them. "It's like they are ghosts or something? Is that magic? Is that why you think I was able to get in here?"

[Vy]

"Then how is it a class if you can't teach me? I actually don't know if I can do magic..."

Well, Haru wasn't a teacher, he was a student. Did he really look like a teacher though? Hmm, whoever this guy was, he was not normal. Something must have happened to him. Brain trauma or maybe he is sick or something. He did remember how being sick can cause the brain to give off hallucination like when someone is in a desert. Although that was just a move so he didn't know if that really counted or not though. Since there are things in the move that happen in real life like dying and breathing. Those were the obvious ones though but there are also movies based on true historical events so it was really hard to tell which is true and which is fiction. Maybe he watched too many movies with his sister on one of those family nights where he actually had time to do them. Keeping silent for a while, he noticed that the guy wouldn't take the trench coat. He wasn't making this any easier on the boy.

"It's like they are ghosts or something? Is that magic? Is that why you think I was able to get in here?"

After the demonstration, the teen couldn't take it anymore and stepped back a little. This was obviously, illusion magic, although he had no idea why the person would put himself under it. It wasn't the first time he heard of it though. He had seen cases where people put themselves in their own illusion to escape reality but still, he never saw it got to this kind of degree. What happened to this person for him to be this way? It was kind of sad too. Standing there he tried to calm himself down. He was going to need help to explain this. Maybe he should call his grandmother, she knew more about magic then him seeing that she was the head of his family not once but twice. Yeah, twice because of him. His eyes faltered for a bit as he remembered the image of blood. He hated it, the site would never go away and it felt like the blood would always be on his hands no matter how much he tries to wash it.

"That's call illusion magic." he answered, not so sure on how to put it."And, you're kind of..." How is he suppose to say this? Hadn't anyone told him this yet?"Putting it on yourself." he ended, scratching the back of his head. His eyes adverting away from the floor and onto his ofudas. Maybe he should explain that demons don't really exist but that might put the teen, whoever he maybe, into a worse state. He can't afford that right now. It almost felt like he was on thin ice, one wrong move and he might fall. Instead of falling and freezing to death, he might actually injure the mind even worse. It could lead to so many things, depression, suicide or something worse than he couldn't even think of! Shaking his head he knew that he was going to have to calm down and do this in a calm manner. Great, something he wasn't very good at.

"Actually, you're not a demon. No one can summon you. Demons...don't exist. Sure there are spirits but I never heard anything about demons from my grandmother before."

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Finally reacting to the gesture of the coat, "I don't want it... I hate when I wake up with stuff like that on me..."

"That's call illusion magic. And, you're kind of... Putting it on yourself." Confused, red orbs stare at Haru. "How do I do that? I haven't."

"Actually, you're not a demon. No one can summon you. Demons...don't exist. Sure there are spirits but I never heard anything about demons from my grandmother before." That next phrase was painful, causing the demon to painfully look towards the ground, as if he was about to cry.

However, "I do exist!" To demonstrate his point, he picks up a desk and throws it, "If I wasn't real, I wouldn't be to do that! I am a demon and I am real! I don't care who your grandmother is, she's wrong!"

He retreats to the furthest corner in the room, turning his back on the human as he sulks. I am real... Why would he say something like that... He's stupid. He may be angry and may take out his anger on objects, he wasn't going to unleash his wrath on Haru.

[Vy]

"I do exist!"

Those words startled Haru that he had actually jumped back almost scared. Great, the ice had completely cracked and he only took a couple steps. This was going to be hard. He hated having this kind of job. How is he suppose to fix this? What should he say? He wasn't good at this job at all! He wasn't so sure on how to get back on the ice. He needed to think quickly and grasp the ice. He had to pull himself back up before he freezes and the person's mind cracked. To get back up and try again but no one was there to help him. No one was standing on the ice and extending his hand. His sister couldn't come in to help him nor his grandmother because she is in Kyoto. Having to do things alone was hard, especially when the job was so critical. Dealing with spirits was easier than this because they were something he was acquainted with.

Quickly the demon had threw the table across the room and went into his little corner. The boy flinched at the sight and took a step to his right in fear although it had missed him by a mile. He couldn't help but prepare himself anyway. Quickly he grabbed his ofudas and threw them up spreading it around the room. The ofudas took a shape of white spiritual doves that ram themselves into the wall only to transform back into their original form. It was something he was able to do by combing his keikai and his sealing magic together. "Keika no Hokuto." he started as he took his position to chant. Putting his fingers together and pressing them together, he closed the green orbs hiding it. His legs right next to each other, he started to channel spiritual mana from the outside of his body.

As he kept on repeating the same words, the room started to transform into sepia. He needed to use the ofudas to compress the star and to make sure that the buildings won't be damaged. Since they were inside, anything could happen really and they could be trapped under here or worse, Kyuuka could get hurt. He didn't want that. "Keikai no Hokuto!" he ended and the room came in full sepia. The ofudas becoming stars to protect the property of this room. After that though, the boy took a few deep breath. Making things precise was a lot harder than making on big thing but he didn't want to alert others too much. Letting his hands fall down to his sides, he sat down onto the floor. Revealing the green irises once again, he stared at the demon. He had to make sure that he chose the white words.

"Who are your parents?" he asked, his voice still soft. He was trying to get up on the ice once again. Now if the water would not be heavy enough to cling onto him to capture the boy once again. In his mind he can see it, the ice that he had to carefully cross. He stood up slowly, picking himself up, his face serious and determined to show the person that he isn't a demon but he still exist."Where do you live? What's your name? Who are you friends? Where were you born?" he continued to ask. Now it was his turn have a barrage of questions. If he was lucky, the shock cold knock the brain making him faint. Then he'll take the guy up tok Kyuuka after putting some clothes on the body.

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He sulks in his corner, growling to the incantation, "What are you saying... First you are mean, now you're making no sense... Leave me alone." It was unexpected for him to feel hurt, as often his self-inflicted ones knocks him out.

"Who are your parents? Where do you live? What's your name? Who are you friends? Where were you born?" The creature notices that Haru's voice was lighter, making him look in further confusion.

Sadly for the teen, not under the influence of the illusion, Issun's subconscious had all ready an answer, "I have none of those... I was just here. I find myself in every time I wake up though. I hate the feeling of it, so I take it all off." He then realizes two things in his situation that can change. He gets up smiling at Haru, as if the last outburst and 'insult' didn't happen. "You think you can name me and be my friend?"

[if you want to actually want to name him go on ahead, lol]

[Vy]

"You think you can name me and be my friend?"

Friend? Haru never exactly had friends, unless you count animals and his sister. He never really wanted friends though. There was no reason to, besides, it would mean that he would have more pressure and force to protect others. on the side note, there was no way one would want to be seen in public with someone in their underwear. Having that thought, he blushed even more from embarrassment. This was turning into something really weird and he wasn't so sure if he can hate it or like it. The idea was very debatable and so he kept quiet for a bit. At least, the person wasn't angry anymore and trying to destroy other properties, to which he was going to have to clean up later. A sigh escaped his lips from that thought as he felt like he was a keeper of this strange teen. Since he already had to clean up after the person.

"Sure, but first can you put some clothes on. People would stare at you if you don't." answered the boy. It was hard to tell what he was going to the next. Even he didn't know what he should do next. First though he was going to have to have the person put on the trench coat and tie it so that no one would notice. Maybe saying the guy was wearing shorts would work. Yeah, that sounded good, then he'll just go ahead and have Kyuuka figure this out because right now it was hard to do it by himself. Especially when this person claims that he doesn't like wearing clothes. Truly, he wasn't normal, not even for a magician.

{Sorry, short post}

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[I'm sorry my posts are towering epics over yours. In all seriousness, I hope it doesn't get too awkward]

Surely it wasn't Issun, as the boy would appear normal and would be embarrassed for being in front of someone in his underwear. Instead the red-eyed demon asks, "Why do I have to clothes on? I told you, I don't like them. Anyways, why would I need them for you to be my friend or name me?"

He has no shame; nothing inside him that tells him being naked was wrong. If he were to remove the underwear, to him it's just part of the skeleton that's easy to remove, he wouldn't get the sudden difference in Haru's reaction. Though lacking shame, he did have self-esteem, "Is it because you don't like the way I look?"

This saddens him, making him sulk in the corner again. "I don't want to be friends with someone who doesn't like me..."

[Vy]

"Is it because you don't like the way I look?"

"No! It's not that!" started Haru."It's just, once we go outside, people will stare at you. They'll sent you home but you said that you don't have one so that would only get you into more trouble.". Also, his sister was waiting outside, and he was sure that she didn't want to see the guy naked either. He didn't really wanted to mention that part though since it was too weird that he couldn't bring himself to say it. Also it was so embarrassing. Besides, he had to do things he didn't want to do before. Like away skipping school, making his sister worry about him, putting her in danger because he can't say 'no', and forcing spirits to move on even though it hurts them. That in turns hurts him too but it is not even a fraction of how much pain they are put in. Forcing to move on before they can accomplish their personal mission. He can't say 'no' though because that was his job, the job that he had never truly asked for it. It was given, no shoved at him!

"I don't want to be friends with someone who doesn't like me..."

This guy...he was pushing the young boy. He always look at the negative and always trying to make him go through the guilt trip. Even though, he didn't know the meaning of friends, he knew though that friends don't always do this. He had forgiven many people before but when he is in this room early, he would always calm himself down but he doesn't have the chance at all. He was getting fed up even though it didn't show it on his face. There was just so much one can take. Mentally, he begged for Kyuuka to come in here and speak the words that he wanted to say. That was one of things that always calmed him down. He was a lot like his sister but only on the inside. Perhaps it was because he was attached to her and wouldn't let go. He was far too scared to let go and so he would simply hang onto her. Almost as if, he was being suspended over a volcano and she was his last life line.

This person though, he just kept on running away and trying to find whatever way he can to get what he wants. It was past annoying...it was aggravating. If he could, he would trap this person but he couldn't bring himself to do that. Mentally he sighed and then calmly stated "You're not being a good friend if everything has to be your way. My sister and I always compromise. That's what people with bonds do." Yeah, he always had to bring his sister around with him, work with her and where her clothes but in return she was always there for him. It wasn't a deal or contract or anyhting like that, ti was just something they did.

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He sighs, "You're not explaining why... But fine..." Grabbing the coat he just puts it over him, not zipping it, "Now will you be my friend?" The feel was annoying, but he resisted the temptation. He explained his situation, "You see, you're the only person I've met. I only done stuff that I felt like doing..."

Then there was an uncomfortable look in his eyes, "Will people be afraid of me for being a demon?"