I'm scrambling to organize the takeout I bought to eat for lunch while Amaimon is laying on the sofa playing with Amber and watching anime. Mephisto just stopped by to tell me my parents would be coming to visit at one this afternoon, I freaked out. I shook Amaimon awake so fast he almost punched me, no exaggeration necessary, he has been laying on the couch rather grumpy ever since. I didn't bother to take down our fort either, nor did I bother to clean my drawings off me.
I'm a rebel at heart, even if it is just a little bit, I can't help it.
I set up plates and silverware on the table and plop down on my bed to wait for them to show up.
There's a knock on the door at one o'clock on the dot, my heart skips a beat as I go to answer it, Amaimon looks over at the door and glances at me curiously as I open it.
"Y/n!" My mom shrieks pulling me into a hug.
My dad smiles at me, his gaze slowly falls onto Amaimon and suddenly his smile vanishes.
Once my mother lets me go I inch a few steps away from her, giving them the full view of my dorm. I feel like all my secrets are being ripped out of me, it makes me sick.
"What did you do to your foot!" My mom gasps suddenly as she sees my cast and crutches.
"Did you do something stupid?" My dad cracks a laugh temporarily ignoring Amaimon.
"Well I uh..." the words die on my tongue as they take to exploring the small space completely forgetting they even asked a question or perhaps not caring to find out what I did.
Looks of disgust cross their faces as they see the fort, and how unorganized it all is, I feel like screaming already and it's been two minutes.
Amaimon is giving them a cold stare and keeping quiet, Amber hisses at them as they pass by. They give her a quick look before moving on, unimpressed I assume. I shut the door, using my crutches I make my way to the couch, Amaimon shifts to make a place for me.
My parents come to a stop in front of us, my mother looks as if she's going to burst into flames, "this is what you call a school!"
I feel myself shrink in size, "I...We just got back from a mission..."
"What good did you do being incapable of even walking!" She snaps at me her eyes ablaze with disappointment, "and what are you three? making a fort in a dorm room with some random boy you picked up off the streets!"
I stare at the floor, sometimes my parents and I can get along, sometimes we can even love each other, but then there's times like this where I want to disappear and never have to hear their voices and utter disappointment again...
Amaimon tenses up beside me, shivers crawl up my spine, he's getting angry....
I shut my eyes this is going to get bad very quick...
"Get out!" He growls at them, both of them take a step away from us slightly startled.
"Why don't you go back to the circus where you belong broccoli head," my dad smirks, if I could curl up any further into the couch I would, he just made a very big mistake.
"Leave our daughter alone, she has a soulmate somewhere even if she's undeserving of them," my mother mutters glaring at me once again, "and I surely won't have some carnival freak ruin it for us."
Everything their saying goes in one ear and out the other, I've heard it all before. Memories fly through my head of when I was only eight and getting yelled at for playing in the garden instead of helping them, when I was nine and they saw one of drawings I was grounded for a week and had to write an essay on soulmates, when I was twelve and they swore that if they saw another drawing and heard me say I didn't care what my soulmate thought they would kick me out. I remember it all. They've always been strict and traditional so I guess it's not their fault, they can't accept I'm not like them, I understand that even if I suffer sometimes because of it. Amaimon, however doesn't know that, and my father and mother insulting him is making him even angrier. He's angrier than I've ever saw him, he stands up from the couch his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides.
"I told you to get out!" His eyes narrow, I can tell my parents are uncertain what to do now, and frankly I find it somewhat amusing.
My mother bravely takes a step towards him, "She's not your daughter, you kidnapped her!"
"She's mine!" Amaimon grabs her by the arm, I see her face scrunch up in pain as his nails dig in her skin, "she's my mate!"
"You let her go," my father starts yelling in Amaimon's ear as he tries to pry his hand off of  my mother.
I watch frozen to the spot as Amaimon is punched by my dad, and then as my parents are dragged towards the door.
I see blood welling on Amaimon's arm from my mothers finger nails, blood is dripping on his face from my dad trying to make him let go of my mom. My mother is whining in pain as she's literally throw out the door, I stare somewhat horrified as Amaimon kicks my dad out the door after her, I hear my dad thud against the hard hallway floor. The door is slammed shut as Amaimon walks out not even telling me where's he's going, or if he's coming back, I'm too stunned to get up, and too shaken to call Mephisto to get my parents to a doctor. I'm too shocked to even look for Amaimon so I can calm him down, instead I sit on the couch staring at the door helpless wondering how I let that just happen without doing anything to even try to stop it.
I have no idea how long it takes for me to come to my senses, but it's dark out when I finally do, and Amaimon still hasn't come home. I realize someone's pounding on the door, I scurry to grab my crutches and go to open it finding an annoyed Mephisto.
"Your parents are in the hospital, where is my brother?" He says it in such a way I know Amaimon has to be in a lot of trouble.
"I...I don't know..." I end up staring at my feet too ashamed to look him in the eyes.
"Are you hurt?" He sighs letting some of his anger die away seeing as I am shaken up.
"No, I'm fine..." I mumble, my parents are in the hospital? How badly did Amaimon hurt them, why did he do that for me....?
"Y/n you must find my brother, you know him best," Mephisto mutters trying to keep the edge out of his voice, "He is extremely destructive when he is angry."
I nod feeling numb, "I'll do my best to find him."
"I would recommend not going to the hospital, from what I hear your parents do not want to see you," he sets his hand on my shoulder, "and I believe they met ever again."
I don't respond, why should they want to see me? This is all my fault, and besides who said I would want to see them either?
"I'll be in my office, stop by if you need anything, or if you hear from my brother okay?" He smiles a bit as he walks away.
I shut the door and go back to the couch, Amber slithers into my lap in an effort to comfort me.
I don't have a phone, I haven't bought a new one yet, so the only way I could talk to Amaimon is through our soulmate connection. I pull out a black marker, I almost press it to my skin, but I realize I've never just wrote anything other than reminders on my hand for myself. If I just wrote something, he's going to think I'm mad, and he probably won't come back...
I don't know what to draw though, it has to be something to show him I'm not angry, I end up making a henna design on the back of my hand while I think.
I sigh to myself, I draw a heart on my wrist, I give it horns and little bat wings, a spiral tail finishes it. I pick out a green marker and write under it, 'I'm much more me when I'm with you.'
It's a quote I've often read online, I've never really understood it before, I still don't to be honest, but I do know that when I'm with Amaimon I feel like I'm a happy bouncy little kid again and I think that's close enough to it's meaning. I frown and try to think of something else that will draw him home, I look at my palm and pull out a blue marker, 'I'll buy us a pie and some soda if you come home.'
Perhaps it's silly, but it is an offer I can't see him turning down, now the only thing I can do is wait, if he doesn't come back I'll go look for him. My dorm is oddly empty without him, even though sometimes he doesn't talk this is a whole new silence that I don't like. I wish I had my phone, I would call Miyuki and probably end up crying, I could go to her house and ask for help, but she might not be home...
I take a shaky breath, tears fill my eyes, I refuse to let them fall, I shut my eyes tight hoping to stop them.
I mindlessly make spirals up my arm with a green marker, it helps to distract me from everything else. The only thing I can do is wait, which is very hard to do when I want to run around the city to find him....
Is this the pain people go through when they are in love?
Why does it have to hurt so much.....