When Demon Child Become Human
␑| Nightmare

The great-grandson of birds touches the sweet sense of hearing. The wind rustle invites the rustling of the leaves as well as the light bandiness of the dark strands of a young man's hair. It rests under a tree on a rug of nature that is slightly dampened by dew. The pale petals clenched tightly, not forgetting a book opened in the lap because of the drowsiness clutching tightly-tightly

"Yahoooo!"

Brak!

The sound of a blow was heard, slowly pulling the young man to the conscious plus the back of the tree shook briefly, and, removing the leaves that will indeed be removed by the host along with something heavy falling right on the lap makes him jerk up. The figure of the woman is on the legs, then she inched backwards from the young man while rubbing the sick part.

"Hiyaah, I-I'm sorry accidentally! Sorry, sorry!" Screeches softly screeching noisily, making the young man blink.

Extinguished red face, pink hair. "Now, Orihime?" Only that was the young man's comment, he was not yet fully aware.

"I-i woke you? Ehehehe, sorry."

The young man fell silent and occasionally blinked to gain complete consciousness, then looked into the blue eyes in front of the goal. "What's going on?! You injured? That okay?"

"What's wrong, really," he said as he threw his face away. Seconds later pushed the young man's face when it was too close for him. "You're overreacting!"

Not responding to comments, this young man closed the book and then got up and held the reading with one hand.

"Take another apple? Ask me for help if it's hard," he said, looking at the scattered fruit.

Instead of being embarrassed or worried, the woman stood up; grinning and holding both hands behind her back. "Heee, Hikoboshi's end is funny, I don't want to wake up. Reading and sleeping, really like stories? Can I make you a story?"

Now the young man all black turned his face with a tinge of red, and tried to take one of the apples until his free hand stopped because it was grasped tightly by the woman. They held each other; warmly touched the coldness of the pale hands, making them comfortable.

"I can handle this with a snap of a finger." The red lips carved a smile, making the young man blush again.

Like being paralyzed, she froze as the pink-haired woman hugged her. Tightly, especially the sky blue eyes gnawed in a drugging twinkle. "Want to see my other magic?"

Like their daily lives, spending time together and indeed there are only them in this forest until one night, the young man all black awake from sleep. The first time for her - since living with the woman - felt disturbed, for what reason.

To be sure, Hikiboshi did not want to wake Orihime.

Inwardly still remember about the Creator. He heard that every third of the night that God ends up descending into the heavens of the world, it is the time where prayer is instantly heard. Finally, he lowered his head. Solemn, firm lips begin to say, faint; sayup; polite. Until drowsiness shackled, eyes blinked, he fell asleep.

"Enjoy life?"

Surprised, the young man immediately rose again from dreamland with a pale puddle wide. Hot-cold; trembling, he recognized the figure that had suddenly appeared before .. the shadow of the six-winged angel with horns; his helper far away.

"Forgot himself? Remember ... Son."

"I-i-ack!"

The young man frowned when he felt the changes in the body. He growled, curled his head with one hand and bent over withstanding the pain. Rebellious echoes of deafening laughter along with the sound of the sound, the young man collapsed from the bed.

He began to curl up in a pitiless, corn-sized sweat soaked. Look firmly; grit your teeth; claw the wood floor to assume the pain will be reduced if you do so.

The rustling sound full of wounds helped force the woman to wake up from sleep even the cold piercing the epidermis quickly made her aware. Quickly approached the young man who was still cowering crazily, trying to calm---down

"A-I-O-N." The pale petals of the young man were faint, showing off only half of the full shape of the black retina. Fainter.

But the woman can only groan intermittently due to her lips shaking furiously. Not many intervals all dark; there is no typical glow of a wooden room in a room that was once warmed by their laughter.

Before all that, pale arms tried to reach; a dark look also watched; the passing of the woman he could no longer touch.

The black shadow completely enveloped the body and the young man was instantly unconscious.

One moment, a faint rumbling sound followed by a pale, rolling petal. Her look-a-

"Yeah! Ah, n-no."

Both hands were still there, grasping the long sword blade that stabbed into the chest of a woman. As soon as something roils in the mind, the sting of pain that is too big strikes like the heart is squeezed strong to feel---

"YESHHHH!!"

"Room! Are you conscious?" Professor Kaidan's voice greeted me.

Dreams, which are full of obscurity and limits. Right now I'm scared to the point of pretending I don't realize it. I shuffled on the bed and gripped my head with both hands. Not wanting to know but already aware, I've been killing---

The corner of my lips was instantly drawn faintly forming a sickle arch full of poop. Heh, why am I still alive? Pathetic creature!

"Well, haaa .. hahahahaha!"

"Red, relax--akh!"

Now that I was clutching my head tighter and more curled up, even the sound of a flower vase breaking near me and Professor Kaidan falling from the chair did not make my mind focus. Why do we have to live a lie called life? What else seems to be asking for help. Depressing. Unbecoming. How many more people should fall in front of me? Suck to

Brak!

"Red, are you okay?"

Instantly both cheeks were touched and I was forced to look up. It happened so fast but somehow it felt.

My gaze was filled with a gray mist that was so disturbing but tried to see the figure in front ....

"Fate! Thank goodness you came on time. Haah, to the point of rushing to even slam the door."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kaidan, but I felt a strong pressure and rushed here."

They were like talking but I couldn't understand, even his voice was deep in the water. I could only grip the sleeves of the people in front.

Strange, the body is so limp. Moreover, the head felt empty when someone stroked my black hair forcing the tears back to slide without excuse.

I want to rest.

"Fate, can you ask me to--"