The Midnight Devil ((Jj/ Open))

Amused golden eyes would watch as Kuro would move too the food. She would smile too him under her helmet, as she would sigh and raise and tilt her head slightly. That man should have been resting, instead he was pouncing around like a hungry hound.Blinking slowly as she focused on him....what was he? Why was he laughing... was he... was he laughing at her? She’d raise an eyebrow. Who did he have any right too laugh at... she would watch him, almost stalking his unmoving prey, the sandwich would wait to be devoured and in seconds he’d move his meal towards him. She’d watch tapping her fingers on the hilt of her blade. It was odd... she had never encountered a level of.. oddness. She had many lives, and dealt with many fools but this man wasn’t a fool, yet.. she would look him over as he would begin too eat the meal she had prepared for him.

Well, atleast he liked it.. she couldn’t remember if she could cook or not. She had hoped she did, and well.. she was right on that. If only she gambled, but.. what would be worth winning. Sighing too her self, gambling is useless. Oh, he was eating it all.. hopefully he wouldn’t get sick later, she thought she use too cook before. Her fingers would begin too tap quicker at her thoughts, and she’d frown too herself. Who did she cook for... it wasn’t herself was it, no... she doubted it, it was someone who needed the protein from it.

It would happen before she could pull herself out of her thoughts, he would move too her, holding her arms down. She would pause, blinking under her helmet as she looked too him. River couldn’t process what had been happening, her mouth would get dry and every fiber of her body told her too push away, kill the creature for touching her.. she was utterly; disgusted... and she was ashamed of that. Ashamed of the fact her heritage- no matter how far she tried too flee from it, even though she knows only what Mana had told her... she was ashamed. She would slowly grip his torso back, in an attempt too copy the hug. His scent would be the strongest it has ever been, even stronger then when he blood was spilled.

She’d exhale as calmly as possible as he pulled away.

He would continued too speak, and she’d move too stand up, grabbing her ax as she would stretch out slightly. “Maybe, if we see each other again.” She would speak softly too him, after all.. she did have his scent, she never forgot scents. She forgot faces, and used the scents too remember the faces. She would move too grab the plate as she would look too him at his next words. “I will be as safe as I can be.” it was unique too her, so rare... some who actually cared, a Shinigami at that. She would frown under her helmet. “I hope you feel better, Kuro-kun. Goodbye.” she’d speak softly too him as she’d close the door and walk towards the center of the area.

A part of her had wanted too stop, and explain too Kuro that her technique might destroy his kitchen a bit, and admittedly, the other part of her.. she ignored it. Demon’s needed some form of entertainment, and destruction was one of her personal favorites. Tapping her ax against the ground she’d look too the ebony blade. “Let’s get out of this place, Kala...” she’d speak softly, running her fingers along the ax. The gauntlet had sharpened fingers on them, and it would drag down the sharpened blade.

“Śikāra kē mum̐ha.”

The armor would start too chip off of her as winds would begin too kick up from every corner of the room, causing the pots and pans too bang against each other, and some lone silverware and plates too get destroyed, including the one River had just brought in from his room. She would smile under her helmet, it was a lovely visit, she would enjoy it if she would remember it in the future. Everything would clatter on the ground and River would be gone. Where she would go, well.. wherever the technique would take her.