Home Sweet Home (Yumi)

Astareal climbed up the narrow mountain trail, wrapped inside a heavy cloak and wearing all the appropriate winter apparel. She was hardly noticable to someone who didn't look hard enough. Trudging through the newly fallen snow, she could care less about the cold. She wanted to get to her tiny little house and stay there for a while. Yrael was waiting for her there, probably already had a fire going and had everything all ready for her arrival. That was one good thing that came from having a servant. Upon reaching the door, she kicked the side of the house to get the snow off her boots and went inside.

Sure enough, there was a small white cat laying peacefully on the big black piano in the corner. For someone who worked with the dead, the house was nicely put together. The walls were covered in hardwood, the floor was polished wood. All of the furniture was black besides the occasional red splashes of color here and there. Looking at the cat, Astareal found herself smiling. It was good to be back here. She took off her cloak and hung it near the door, placing her hat and gloves in a box on the floor. After doing that, she wandered out into the kitchen and looked out the window. A fresh snow was falling. That would work well to hide her tracks.

Yrael moved around a little and then opened one yellow eye. Yawning, he stepped down and hit a few keys on the piano. Astareal looked at him quietly for a moment, before deciding that it would be nice to sing. Time seemed to pass very slowly up here. Looking at the cat, she nodded. Yrael, as soon as she did it, was into his little cat boy form. "What song will it be today? I get to play piano, I hope?" Yrael stretched his hands and smiled quietly, waiting for an answer. Astareal nodded, chewing on her lip thoughtfully. What song to sing today? "Let's go with... Heart of Stone? Or maybe even Can't Fight This Feeling? What one are you feeling?"

Yrael thought about his choices for a moment. "Probably Heart of Stone, mainly because I get to sing and play. That and you don't have to sound like a man." The cat looked at Astareal. The sorcerer took a moment to think, before nodding. That sounded like the better option. At least that song might be able to mean something today. Can't Fight This Feeling was a love song, and she definitly wasn't in love.


"Beneath the white fire of the moon
Love's wings are broken all too soon
We never learn
Hurt together, hurt alone
Don't you sometimes wish your heart was a heart of stone?

We turn the wheel and break the chain
Put steel to steel and laugh at pain
We're dreamers in castles made of sand
The road to Eden's overgrown
Don't you sometimes wish your heart was made of stone?

Look at the headlines:

BIG CROWD AT THE CRAZY HOUSE
LONG QUEUE FOR THE JOKER'S SHOES
TEN ROUNDS IN THE RING WITH LOVE

Do you lose and win, or win and lose?
Sweet rain like mercy in the night
(Lay me down, wash away the sorrow)
Caress my soul and set it right
(Lay me down, show me your tomorrow)
Summer tears, winter and the moment's flown
Dont' you sometimes wish your heart was made of stone?
Mercy, mercy, wish your heart was a heart of stone

Get the picture?

NO ROOM FOR THE INNOCENT
PEAK SEASON IN LONELY TOWN
KNOCKED OUT OF THE RING BY LOVE

Are you down and up, or up and down?
I ask the river for a sign
(In a dream, we go on together)
How long is love supposed to shine?
(In a dream, diamonds are forever)
But you and I, we're hurt together, hurt alone
Don't you sometimes wish your heart was a heart of stone?
Mercy, mercy, wish your heart was a heart of stone
(With a heart of stone, you'll be well protected)
Don't you sometimes wish your heart was made of stone?
(With a heart of stone, you'll be well connected)
Mercy, mercy, wish your heart was a heart of stone
(With a heart of stone, you'll be well protected)
Don't you sometimes wish your heart was made of stone?
(With a heart of stone, you'll be well connected)
Mercy, mercy, wish your heart was a heart of stone."

(( good song I think it kind of fits a little. For both her and Akuma XD))

After few hours the demon finally reached the top of the mountain. He quickly noticed the small little house. Finding that necromancer was hard especially in this weather but thankfully he had the help of his magic compass. Akuma bought the device from a witch ages ago. It costed a lot of money and now he could see why. It had the ability to track people all it needed was the name of the person. Very useful tool he had forgotten he had it. Unfortunately finding her was only half the battle, with the weather and his wounded chest getting here was no easy task. The demon had nearly fell about five times to his death down the mountain. Now that he was finally up here he had to try and make it to her house. Perhaps he should have thought of having a house up here. Tired and sore the white haired guy collapsed a few feet from her house. This was not quite how he had planed his first visit to be like... It a final effort the man lifted himself up and lunched at the door. Nearly breaking it but at least the noise would get her attention. He sat there panting with exhaustion in the cold waiting, hoping she heard it.

Once the song was over, Astareal was sitting by Yrael on the bench having a peaceful conversation with the cat boy. He was a rather interesting little character. About ten seconds before the door was smashed into, Yrael looked toward the door. "We have a visitor." Sure enough, in a few seconds, there was a pound on the door. Astareal looked at Yrael, and the cat got up. Walking casually over to the door, he jumped up and grabbed the knob, pulling it open swiftly. The wind from outside was cold, immediatley felt by the woman and the cat.

"Look like someone you know?" Astareal stood up and walked over to the door, peering outside. What the heck was he doing here? Did he even have a brain? Apparently not. Men. "As much fun as it would be to watch him die, you might as well drag him in." Astareal shook her head in dismay, taking a few steps back. Yrael nodded and walked out, grabbing the guy by his clothing and pulling him inside. Closing the door behind him, the cat looked at Astareal for further orders. Once again, the woman shook her head.

"I'm surprised you survived. It isn't all that pleasant to walk up a mountain in the wind, let alone the snow. You are quite the character. Yrael, get something warm for him to drink." The cat hurried out into the kitchen and began preparing something for the demon. Astareal made a faint little 'tsk, tsk' sound, and then looked at the cat once again. She didn't know if Akuma was strong enough to get up on the couch by himself or if she might have to help him up there. Hard to tell, really. He should be fine on the floor where he was for a minute or two.

(( lol aww so sweet.))

After the demon caught his breath he looked at Astreal smiling weakly. "Since you destroyed my home it is only fair that you let me stay here. And I suppose I should thank you for not letting me die out there." Akuma said responding to her comments. He was quite happy to just sit on the floor after that climb he really didn't want to move again. Despite the situation the guy couldn't help but be cheerful that’s just how he was. Plus the way the women fussed over him like his mother made him want to laugh. "Nice place....I don't suppose being at your house would be considered a date?" He asked grinning. This would have been more fun if that annoying cat wasn't here. The demon watched the cat cautiously as it came with some hot chocolate. “You didn’t poison it did you?” Akuma asked looking from the boy to Astreal suspiciously.

Astareal looked bored, and a bit dissapointed. Why did he have to be alright that quickly? He was supposed to be half dead. That was just too much of a let down. Akuma was right, though. It would be in her best interest to be nice and let him stay. Why not? It wasn't like she came here all that often, anyways. It wouldn't matter. It would be nice if Yrael chased him away somehow, though. The cat was rather wonderful at doing that.

The brunette looked at Yrael, who was busily doing his job in the best way possible. Typical of him. Always hoping he would be released. Looking at Akuma, she raised an eyebrow. "A date? I don't think so. If it were a date you probably would've been invited." As the boy walked over with the steaming mug, she couldn't help but give a satisfactory smile. He was a dutiful, obedient little thing. It was then Akuma asked if the beverage was poisoned. "Yrael wouldn't do that because if he did he would be dead. There isn't any poison here, anyways. It's just a normal little mug full of hot chocolate, so don't get your panties in a bunch." Astareal smirked and watched the cat offer the drink to Akuma.

Akuma laughed at her comment about being invited. "urg.... please don't... make me laugh... it hurts" He said gasping for breath. At this rate he could very well die laughing, that would be kind of a funny but pethatic way to go. Listining to Astreal talking about how the hot chocolate wasn't poison he nodded. Perhaps it was safe it made sense. "Well thanks little kitty boy." He said accepting the cup and taking a sip. Astreal didn't seem all that thrilled that he was here, oh well. Absentmindedly he let his eyes wonder around the room. This was a very akward situation and her attitude wasn't helping.

Astareal looked at Yrael, chuckling slightly at Akuma's comment. "Why don't you go do what you like best, little kitty boy?" Yrael did a half smile and pivoted, walking over to the piano. Soon there was a wonderful, soothing song being played, the music filling the tiny house to the brim. The song itself brought Astareal's mood up a little. "Rule number one about living in my house: don't touch my piano. Rule number two: you feed yourself. Rule number three: you stay in your own bed and you don't try anything smart. Rule number four: don't move my throw pillows. Rule number five: pick up after yourself." Astareal figured that was the gist of it, and she could add more later if need be. He seemed to know how to behave himself. Enough. Sitting down on her couch, Astareal studied the demon for a moment.

"If you get tired of sitting on the floor feel free to sit on the couch. The bathroom is down the hall and to your left. Your room will be the one right across from the bathroom, whereas mine is the one straight down the hall without turning. I recommend that you don't go in there without permission, which probably won't be granted anyways." Astareal couldn't help but shake her head. This was going to be something to adjust to. Having someone else in her hosue besides her cat and herself. Hopefully Akuma wouldn't mind having music. If he did, he was welcome to leave.

Akuma nodded as the women layed down the law. Normally he wasn't the type to take orders from people but he wasn't without some manners. It was only fair to follow the rules of her home since he was a only a guest. "I suppose that won't be so hard to follow exspet what if i decide i want to feed you to and not just my self? Or what if i want you to come visit in the room that will be mine?" He couldn't risist adding those smart alak remarks. It was to much fun teasing her to risist. The demon shook his head when she mentioned the couch. "Actually i think i'll just stay on the floor. I'd rather not have to move again for a while after that climb." Akuma said smiling lightly.

Astareal smirked. A few perfect questions. "If you want to do that, it's fine. Occasionally Yrael will make breakfast or supper, but normally he doesn't, which is probably an exception to that rule. As for me visiting your room... probably not. All that's in there is a bed, closet, and dresser. It used to be Yrael's room, but he prefers to sleep on the piano or in front of the fire." The brunette smiled lightly, noticing the smooth change in songs. This one was a bit more mysterious, light, and playful. Not that bad, actually.

About the comment about staying on the floor. That was fine, really, but she found it rahter interesting about how hard it was for him to climb the mountain. She had picked the right spot for a house. So far, he was her only visitor that had came here on their own. With that thought, she looked at Akuma. "Did you bring any clothes with you?" That reminded her of laundry, which Yrael always did. He was pretty much just the best little servant anyone could want. "And another rule: don't take off Yrael's collar. If you do..." Astareal looked around. Standing up, she made her way over to the fireplace and went back to the couch. "If you decide to be an idiot and remove that collar, just for safety precautions, wear this ring. It's nearly the only thing that can stop him once he is unbound. If you do that, you and I will both be in trouble. Get the ring on him and then use one of the bells to bind him again." She didn't want him getting killed due to foolish things. Yrael wasn't exactly a safe creature.

"So Yrael is a bad boy is he? Does that mean i get to disapline him at all?" Akuma asked teasingly. Dispite what Astreal thought he wasn't going to take off the coller, not because he was afraid but because the creature belonged to Astreal. Everything here was her property and did not belong to him, it would be rude for him to touch anything. The white haired guy accepted the ring anyway maybe it would come in handy someday. "so then is singing and raising dead things all you do? That sounds kind of boring." The demon commented after a while. He had always wondered what she did and if there was more to her then those two things. But then again he was kind of simular he only did a few things that he was good at and enjoyed over and over.

Astareal shrugged, leaning back on the arm of the couch sleepily. These stupid songs were getting boring. "I can play, too. Piano, guitar, and violin. You don't want to know about the other things I do." Yrael had stopped playing and went to get a glass of water, staring at Akuma the whole time. That guy might be his ticket out of here. Boy oh boy would that be nice! Ignoring the thought, he got his glass and went back over to the piano.

"Forget it, Yrael. It would be best not to play anymore. You need your rest." The woman smiled toward the boy, who nodded solemnly and shifted back into his cat form. He walked over to the fire and curled up in front of it, and within a few seconds, was snoring soundly. Lucky little snot. Astareal looked at Akuma, wondering what he was thinking. "Would you like to do something? It is rather boring around here."

Akuma smiled broadly. "I never thought you would ask. Yes i would." This was exicting...yet something was off. This couldn't be true. Astreal was asking him out. But didn't she say once that she was traditional and perfered the man to ask? Yet she always refused him. This was odd but who cared, this was going to be great. "oh.....and no i didn't bring any other clothes." He had forgotten to awnser the question she asked earlier. "

Astareal shook her head. He would answer the question with a yes and then still not pick what he would like to do. How... annoying. "Since you forgot clothes, there are some in the dresser in that bedroom. I'd prefer you didn't ask how I'd acquired them." The brunette studied Akuma for a moment, trying to figure out what he would like to do. She wasn't a very fun person and didn't really care what she did. Just as long as her little guest enjoyed himself without driving her insane, she would be fine. Perhaps even happy. That was doubted, though.

"I just want to clarify that question I asked; I wasn't asking you out. I'm bored and I imagined you were, too. If it were a date, or something of the sort, I would've had something already planned." Astareal smiled lightly, blowing her bangs out of her face. She needed a haircut soon, she could tell. The next headache she got, she was hacking some of it off.

"ah i see..." Akuma said when she explained. He was a little disappointed he had been looking forward to a date. The demon wasn't sure why but a date with the woman sounded pleasant despite how horrid she could be. Honestly he had no clue what he wanted to do. The guy didn't know what the woman had in her home to do and he really didn't feel like going any where. "Just looking at your pretty face and talking will do." He said smirking. Their talks were always entertaining especially when he could get her annoyed. She was so cute and sexy when she was angry.

After resting a bit he felt that perhaps he could get on the couch. Heaving himself up he awkwardly made his was to the couch and nearly fell on it before sitting down successfully. "i never realized before how low they make couches. Getting up will be harder then sitting down." The demon commented chuckling. With luck this would be the last time he would have to move for a while.

Astareal raised an eyebrow. "Well looking at your 'pretty' face and 'talking' won't do for me. But, it may be alright as long as you decide that you aren't going to try anything." The woman looked at the man, smiling lightly. She didn't know what she was feeling nor could she tell if she was tired yet. This little thing with Akuma was definitley going to be strange. How was she going to be able to share her house with him? As ong as she got her space, it would be fine, but....

Astareal looked up and saw Akuma stand. When he almost fell, thinking he was going to, she jumped slightly in her seat. When he sat down, she settled a bit more. It was best that was, wasn't it? To be nice to the guy. Just as long as the little twit didn't make some snarky comment about it. Then again, that may be enough to get a conversation started.

Akuma looked at the girl grinning at her remark. To bad for her that he probably would try something. "So what was the kiss for earlier today. You like me don't you?" He suggested smirking. This would be fun, especially if she tried to deny it. The demon looked forward to hearing how she was going to explain the kiss. If she did actually like him then he wondered how far they would go. Making out with a necromancer would be interesting and fun, as long as she didn't summon any of her dead things. His eyes traveled over her and rested on her large breasts. They were lovely, he reached his hand over and absentmindedly poked one. They were like mini pillows so soft and squishy. Realizing what he was doing he smiled innocently. "Pardon me but i think your boobs are inappropriately touching my hand."