Accept the hand.

Random gladly took her hand and gave a smile an attempt to keep what dignity he had left. “Sorry if I shocked you. I’ve had a weird morning.”

Suddenly the mystery girl grasped Random’s hand like a vice. “I perfectly understand, I've had a similar morning myself.” They spoke with a smile but added further pressure with each word that crept from her lips. Random’s bones felt like they were about to break before a pause of relief. “Let’s discuss our mornings, someplace quiet.”

Dragging him to that ‘someplace quiet’ the strange child slammed the young man against a wall and launched a fist towards his face. “Horrid fucking Mouse!”

The cracking of brick and concrete **** the boy’s eardrums, opening his eyes again to see the slender, soft arm pass their face and smashed into the wall behind them. “What the fuck...?” Was all Random could squeak out before he dared to look back at the girl's face. Her eyes now resembled their fury by glowing red.

“This must be another dream.” The demon smacked him hard leaving a small scratch on his cheek. A replica of the wound appeared on her face, only to heal seconds later and then on Random. “What the hell was that for!?”

“That hurt?” She asked. “Then it must not be a dream!” She shouted again. While this was happening her skirt waved around as if something was struggling to be free of the piece of clothing. “Oh Hell.” The girl cursed as her skirt caught their attention. “I have to remember not to wag my tail too much.” The second she mentioned it her demonic fifth limb strung free out from under her skirt. She looked around making sure nobody saw.

To shocked to comprehend what was happening Random fled into his own thoughts. “Then that voice I heard earlier.” He came to the concluded that the voice he heard belonged to Crimson but how? “Why are you here now?” He asked fearfully but needed to know.

“You're such a moron Little Mouse.” He was stunned as she removed a black bow that held their hair together along with hiding additional demonic features. “Your wish was a lot more than you thought it was.”

“How so?” He asked which only provoked a groan from the demon.

“Let me dumb it down for you I'm from 'Hell' another plane. Yes before you ask no there's no Heaven. Anyway, I'm in this world now because of you and when you asked for me, you asked for my soul! We hold promise on each other's soul which is illogical!” She almost yelled and then calmed herself.

“You mean it was for real?” Random shuddered the demon's words barely reaching him after the revelation.

“Yes. It was for real.” She said defeated. “How we went about that...” She gave herself a moment to think of the best way to describe the circumstance to the mortal. “You didn't ask me to be your servant. You asked for me. ME! The true me meaning my soul. If you die, I die, so that's why I’m holding back from ripping out your fucking spine!” She paused. Her voice softened if slightly. “I have … I have to protect you.” She said, slowly shaking her head no.

Random held a hand over his face, his mind grasping the situation he fell into. A spot of madness came over him and begun to laugh. "Ha, of course, this nonsense is real!" His free hand clutched his chest tightly, a weak attempt to control his laughter. "Really my luck is a scorned lover from a past life, it would appear."

By her face alone he could tell. He made it hell for her. She didn't want to be here and wasn’t warming up to him soon, but he dragged her here and of course, he was curious. Thousands of questions cluttered his thoughts, but the bell rang and he realized it was time for class.

“Mm, why is class more important than the thing in front of me?” Random thought to himself, only seconds later feeling a burning sensation in his balls.

Birds raced out of trees and passers-by turned their heads to see where the torturous screams came from. “Thing?!” Shouted his fiendish cellmate, her foot hitting its mark in-between his legs. “You dare insult me after what you have done?!”

While a man may never know what it feels like to give birth, a woman will never know what it feels like to get kicked in the balls. He collapsed to the ground a shockwave of pain passing through his lower body before ten seconds passed, thirty maybe? But the pain started to fade. “I didn't say, anything Bitch!” The boy would've kept that thought to himself if he could but Crimson's face said she already knew what he was thinking.

Crimson calmed herself followed by tidying their hair and recovered her horns, retiring her black bow. “Moron! That voice in your head was my thoughts, it goes both ways. Now get up we have lessons to attend.”

“We?” He asked but already had an idea on what she was planning when he looked at the uniform the demon wore.

She gave a coy smile “Yes! We can’t be separated, so pretending to be a student, is the best way to monitor you. Plus don’t I look cute in this uniform?” She gave a small spin, skirt swinging with her as they both walked into the crowd of people.

“Yeah, I guess?” Funny enough he didn’t have to lie but why did she want his approval out of all people? “But where did you get it, anyway?”

An evil grin found its way onto her face “Oh I have my ways.”

Afterwards, a girl screamed running outside desperately trying to cover her body from anyone's view “This can’t be happening where are my clothes?!”