Home Sweet Home (Yumi)

Yrael watched the demon quietly, shaking his head at his ignorance. It seemed the annoyed feeling was mutual. This would be so fun to use against that punk. Oh, he could see it now. Wait until he told Astareal! The cat laughed evilly and walked into the store, looking around for Astareal. He found the woman over looking at the dresses quietly, so that was where the cat went. Spotting a black and white dress, he snatched it up and draped it over his arm. Walking up to Astareal, the woman looked at him in surprise.

"Your boyfriend is a perverted moron."
"He's not my boyfriend, and I already knew that."
"You should see what he's doing."
"I probably wouldn't want to."
"Oh, come on. Please let me tell you?"
"Is it good?"
"Very bad, actually."
"Oh, really? Well then it can wait until we get back."

The cat shrugged and showed her the dress, which she had immediatley decided she liked. "It's on sale." Astareal's eyes brightened, and she walked over to the dressing room. Sadly, some other, freaky looking lady had beaten her to it. She managed to even freak Astareal out. The woman looked at the cat, qho was violently shaking his head. Walking up to the manager, the cat got it so that Astareal could go into one of the mens dressing rooms. Astareal did so willingly, with the cat waiting outside the door, keeping tabs on where all the creeps were.

"Is there a bigger size with the black and white one? This one is a bit tight up top." She shoved the dress over the top of the dressing room, Yrael caught it, and went to get the bigger size. Walking back, he tossed the dress in. "This one fits." The woman grinned and got back into her normal clothing, walking over to the cashier. Buying both of the dresses, she looked at the cat. "Shoes?" The cat was already on it, and had picked out a pair of black flats. Perfect.

The cashier checked the items out, put them in a bag, and then the woman was ready to leave. "Where is that demon?"

The demon waited in the womens dressing room for someone to come in to change. His patients paid off because a women he assumed was Astreal by the dresses walked in. Who said shopping couldn't be fun? Now he was going to get to see Astreal naked. When the girl began to strip his eyes widen horrified . "Ahh!" He quickly ran out of the womens change room. "My eyes..oh god Astreal your face may be pretty but the rest of you is hideous." Then the women came out followed by other women. Then he realized he just blew his cover. The demon laughed nervously "uh hi" They glared at him angrily and started advancing on him. Quickly he ran out of the store with the ladies running after him. Akuma tripped and fell on a rock out side and the women all took turns slapping him.

When the mob of women cleared he saw Astreal was waiting out side with the cat. "How long have you been there?!" The demon asked rubbing his cheeks. Then he put two and two together and realized what happened. "You!" He pointed at the cat. "you set this up didn't you, you freaky little fur ball!"

Yrael burst out laughing, doubling over. Astareal looked at the cat, then at the demon, wondering what was going on. "What the... set what up?" The woman couldn't help but want to laugh herself, if it made Yrael laugh like that... shaking her head quietly, she watched the mob of departing women. That was rather interesting. "I set nothing up. This situation played out rather well, though." The cat stood there, looking smug, a little frown-smile resting on his face. The cat thought that it was rather hilarious. He truly didn't even have anything to do with it... well, not really.

Astareal shook her head in silence, wondering what the situation had been for those ladies to behave like that. Akuma was probably being his normal self, then. He probably deserved it, too. Hard to tell, really, because all she witnessed was the beat down. "Should I be glad I missed what happened or should I be disappointed?"

Akuma sighed. There was no way to prove anything even though he knew the cat had something to do with it. At Astreals comment he shrugged. "I guess that depends on what your into." He commented. He was relieved that the creepy women didn't turn out to be Astreal. That didn't really help make the experience better now. "so what now?" The demon said trying to steer the conversation a way from the awkward situation that just occured. That cat would pay for it though....as soon as it was alone.

"I thought you were planning the fun day? I'll do whatever you want to do as long as it doesn't seem troublesome.... the fun kind of troublesome I can handle, though." The woman handed her stuff to the cat, who took it happily. Walking off down the street, the cat smiled to himself. This would take a lot of planning, but it would turn out being interesting, anyways.

"He's gone now, so there probably won't be anymore mischief unless you create it." The woman stared at the demon, then looked at the surroundings. Today didn't seem a like a busy day. Everyone else was probably doing something important.

Akuma smiled. "alright then lets begin." He said walking into a building. This is where the show usually was. He heard the plays here were actually pretty good. The demon didn't think there was much else to do since half the town was gone. He had planed to take her to a strip club...but she probably wouldn't have enjoyed that as much as he did. He was glad the pest was gone at least there wouldn't be any of his trouble for a while. "So tell me does this count as a first date?"

Astareal followed Akuma like a lost puppy, but kept her distance. She was aware of the fact that she was virtually unarmed, except for the fact that she had her panpipes and a dagger on her. She always did. "If anything weird happens, I may just end up strangling you. That seems perfectly acceptable, doesn't it?" The woman smiled. That was her answer to his date question. He could make of it what he wanted to. She didn't really care. She had never been to this place before, never even heard of it. Whatever was going to happen, she had to tell herself to go with it. Hoepfully it wouldn't be anything extremely... abnormal that was going on. That wouldn't do. Not at all.

"You sure are violent. Then i guess you will enjoy the play, it's a horror/adventure one." The demon commented shrugging. Akuma lead her to a row of seats and sat down. He kind of hoped she would get scared and hold his and or something. Though seeing as how her personality was scary and violent that probably would not happen. The white haired man would just end up laugh through the whole thing. Thats what usually happened when he watched that kind of entertainment. "It's suppose to be really scary so you can hold my hand if you want." The man teased. The threat didn't really bother him since people often did threating him, they just didn't live long enough to go through with it....

Astareal nodded slightly, looking at everyone around her. If it was a horror, it was going to take a lot to make her get freaked out. She dealt with the Dead and the supernatural every darn day, so there wasn't very much that could happen. Not unless she wanted to wreak a little havoc. If the play involved Dead beings, it wouldn't take her that long to pop one up. Although, in truth, it was more dangerous with the panpipes.

Looking at the demon, her eyes lightened a bit. "Rather, you can hold mine if you get scared. I'm almost positive that I won't be afraid of something like this." She wouldn't be scared of it, she would be taking ideas from it for future reference. It sounded like a wonderful oppurtunity would be presenting itself sometime soon. All the better, she supposed.

The demon grinned. "I don't think i'll be scared but can i hold your hand anyway?" She seemed to be happy about the choice so far. He figured the women would enjoy the horror type thing. It was a shame they always took so long to start the shows. Finally after what seemed like for ever the curtains opened. The first thing he did when it started was chuckle at the silly costumes. It seemed nobody designing the costumes had any sense of style or the time period.

(( feel free to make up anything about the play or make it finish. I don't really have any ideas for it))

((Heh heh heh... okie-dokie then.))

Astareal looked at Akuma, a grin coming across her face. It was humorless, though. "If you want to hold the hand, you better act pretty scared. I'm sure you've seen enough people cowering in fear to know how." The grin faded, but remained in her eyes. Looking out over the people, she figured they needed a bigger budget if this thing were to be decent. Maybe she could get a half-time job here. Easy feeding for the De-ad.... no. That would make people catch onto her. Watching the play quietly, she found it to be pretty boring. Until the stupid prince guy came on stage.

Apparently, he was cursed. She didn't care. The actor was actually pretty attractive, and his voice was oh-so-smooth... she needed to get a job here. Hopefully they did a little crowd participation activity. That would be interesting. But for the moment, Astareal's attention was locked on the actor on stage. She didn't notice the people they had out, roaming around the crowd, trying to find people to scare. One poor unsuspecting soul grabbed on to her shoulders suddenly. The woman turned around, stood up, and grabbed the guy by his wrist. "Feeling lucky, punk?" She drug the guy out into the open, shoved him to the ground, and kicked him down the chairs, in all seriousness. How dare he make her jump. For the moment, all eyes were on her. She went back, plopped down next to Akuma, and the play resumed. A few zombies came onto the screen and chased a few bad screamers around. "Next time I jump like that, smack me. It's a bad habit. Next time someone sneaks up on me, punch them in the face. Please?" The woman didn't even look at Akuma, just talked and sat with her arms folded across her chest. That had actually made her heart jump a little.

The demon just laughed at her comment about acting scared. There was no way he was going to make a fool out of himself just to hold her hand. Akuma was watching the play and was nearly falling asleep at how boring it was. This was the stupidest thing ever. He was going to find that person who tole him about this place and make them pay for lying.

He had actually fallen asleep when he heard the commotion with Astreal. The demon raised his eyebrows at her comment. "I don't think you would want me to smack you. As for the punching thing, sure. Actually i kind of want to go and punch all the actors right now. This play is boring."

Astareal looked at her feet thoughtfully for a moment. She looked at Akuma for a moment, and took up an unnaturally quiet, timid tone to her voice. Hushed whispers followed."Would you like to... make it interesting? And why wouldn't I want you to smack me? You probably hit like a girl, anyways." A small little smile appeared on her face, and she looked around. There was plenty enough room to pull off a decent little stunt here, even without Dead beings. She was sure she could pull something off simply by flickering the lights and using various tones of her voice. Akuma could handle the rest. An evil little smirk crawled across her face and she sat there and thought about the possibilities.

Akuma smiled broadly at her suggestion. "I like how you think. Did you have anything in particular in mind? And i would not hit a girl unless they hit me first." He replied. Maybe this would be fun after all. The demon let his mind wander to the possibilities. Reading everyones mind he figured out what they were afraid of. If Astreal was going where she thought she was then it would be pure chaos in here soon.

"Alrighty then. Let's see... there is a bacony up there, right? In which case, that'd probably be the best place to start. Hmm..." Astareal stood up and headed toward the spiral staircase. A guard stopped her and held out his hand. Apparently she needed an invititation. Pulling out her panpipes (that worked on people and the dead alike), she played the Saraneth pipe. The man snapped to attention and moved aside, then walked over to a pole and started ramming his head into it. The woman paid no more attention to him and walked up the stairs, shoving people out of her way. Once at the edge, she managed to figure out an optimum way to light the lights and then put them out again. Smiling, she began to do so, then let out an ear-piercing scream. No one around her could tell it ws her, though. She barely moved, and there was no sign that annything strange was going on.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Theater! Else the Phantom shall attack!" Her voice was low, finishing on a high note. Afterward, she let out an evil laugh, just for poops and giggles. This was bound to be interesting.

The demon followed her to the balcony. He raised his eye brows when he saw the guy hitting his head. So it seemed she could control non dead things with the pipes. That could be very troublesome. Akuma laughed at her little stunt, already some people were freaking out because of it. Smiling he made the 'phantom' appear before the people who were afraid of ghosts. The problem with having all these people was conjuring the right illusion to the right people.