Just today I found out that this thing that I had been writing for about two years has actually become long enough to make for a multi-chapter fic and Christmas is the best time to post it. So let's get to it. Hope y'all enjoy it!

I looked around my empty house as I closed the door behind me and leaned against it. My first house; The one I had moved into just that day. After living with my parents all my life, I had finally been able to afford this small and cozy house. It was cheaper than the rest because of it being situated on a hill and very few wanted to deal with the commute its location would cause. But to me who had always longed to live away from the buzz of the city, this was a dream. I could not wait to finally be able to be by myself and decorate the way I wanted it, just like those pictures of cozy little places on Pinterest.

The cardboard boxes filled with my belongings still spread across the room in an arbitrary fashion. I ran my hands on the wall to find the light switches and flicked all of them on in one continuous motion. It did not do much good since the apartment lit up only faintly. Despite that, I was satisfied with this place I could call my very own.

I took off my shoes and socks near the entrance, mentally taking note to put a shoe-rack there once I begin decorating the house, and made my way through the boxes, towards the balcony, the cold wooden panels of the floor soothing my weary feet. I leaned down onto the traditional, wooden railing, admiring the view that stretched far over the calm suburban neighborhood. The perfectly lined houses looked like clones of each other yet contained in them, tiny worlds of diversity in the form of its residents. I could see them all, several hundred feet below me, stretched far across and to their right with the opposite side being occupied by dirt slopes and pine trees.

In a couple of minutes, the dusk turned into night, the warm shades of the sky were exchanged for sombre ones and the moon rose above the horizon.I internalized the calm atmosphere one last time and turned to focus my mind on the unpacked boxes that demanded my attention. I worked all evening taking out each of my belongings carefully and putting them in their right place or thinking up the best place where they would fit and by the time I was done I was dog-tired. After taking one last look around the house, I took a sigh of content and collapsed on my improperly made queen sized bed and immediately fell asleep.

I woke up at an unknown time and realized it was still dark. I then looked at the clock in my phone and found out it was a little after midnight. Seeing this, I lay down again in an attempt to go back to sleep but felt my throat getting dry. Groaning, I got up again and made way to the kitchen to quench my thirst. Just as I put the glass down, I suddenly felt a strange sensation that I wasn't alone and the feeling sent shivers down my spine.

"Come on Kira don't be paranoid, there's no one here." I tried to talk myself into calming down and not make baseless assumptions, repeating this sentence a few times in my head but I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had washed over me all of a sudden. Just to make sure I thought to turn the lights on once and have a look at the entire place. I walked out of the kitchen with the help of the light coming from the street and reached out to the light switches but as my fingers touched the switch, a hand suddenly grabbed my wrist and stopped me from turning them on.

I instantly screamed as loud as I could and the next moment I was thrown against the door with another hand on my mouth. I now stood face to face with the person whose hands were pinning me firmly against the door.

Except that it wasn't a regular person, he was not exactly human as he had a pair of giant wings extending from his back that were as dark as the night itself.

My eyes widened with shock and fear and my throat went dry again as I stared at him. He gestured to stay quiet as he let go of my hand, staring deep into my eyes with his own dark ones. I was still making muffled noises struggling to get out of his hold, flailing my limbs wildly but I was helpless under his sturdy grip.

Somehow between all of this, my brain worked enough to realize he probably wouldn't let me go until I stopped screaming. I began taking deep breaths and tried my best to calm myself down a bit and stop shuffling.

As I had thought, he then slowly stepped back. I looked away and remained quiet for a while, my heart still pounding against my chest, trying to figure how to do deal with this situation. I could tell by my peripheral vision that he just continued to stare at me in silence during this time.

I finally gathered every ounce of courage in me and faced him again,"Who...are you?I mean, what are you?" My voice came out in fragments.

He did not speak or make a sound and continued to stare at me. I wondered if he could understand what I was asking him. I decided to give it another try,

"Can....you...understand me?" My voice still quivered with anxiety, my face dripping with sweat.

"I am... what you call...a... demon." He finally spoke. He was surprisingly straightforward, I thought. There was nothing extraordinary about his voice though. He spoke just like a regular human being. If it weren't for those huge wings and a small set of horns atop his head, I later noticed, no one could have guessed otherwise.

"Like, from hell?" I realized it was a stupid thing to ask but I didn't know what else to say. He slowly nodded in response.

"Are you here to take me with you? Am I going to die?" I whimpered. I still couldn't comprehend entirely the scene that was unfolding in front of me. My mind was dazed with a mixture of confusion, fear, and anxiety. Tears brimmed my eyes at the thought that this may be my last day on earth. The same day I get to taste independence and the happiness of achieving my dreams. Why was it happening to me? It felt so unfair.

To my relief, he shook his head.

"Then why are you here?"Once I realized he wasn't there to kill me, I regained some of my composure.

"Why are you here?" He surprised me again with that question.

"I live here." I blurted, still backed up against the door as much as I could.

"You weren't here yesterday." He tilted his head quizzically.

"Well, I moved today. I have bought this house. I am the new owner of it." I clarified as much as I could so there remains no confusion. It became quiet again for a few moments after that. I anticipated another sentence from him but he remained in silence. I made another attempt to figure out his intentions,

"Do you come here every day? How do you know I wasn't here before?"

"You can say that." He answered and stopped but for some reason, he felt the need to elaborate his answer so he continued, "I like coming here. When I'm tired of flying I sometimes stop here. It was always empty but today you are here."

By now I had realized he had no current plans of hurting me in any way and I was returning to my normal temper. Still, it was hard for me to believe it was happening. I had never believed that things like demons or angels existed and now there was one in front of me. I still felt I was dreaming but if it was a dream, it sure was very realistic.

"Well, you have to stop coming here because it's my house now," I mumbled timidly as I did not want to anger him. I looked at him with pleading eyes so that he might feel sorry for me and does not bother me anymore.

He backed away further from me then and turned to head towards the balcony. I followed slowly and cautiously, curious about what was going to happen next. As he reached near the edge, he suddenly spread his wings and lifted himself up in the air, his wings moving back and forth in a synchronized fashion, creating a mini tornado in my balcony. Before I could think anything else he had disappeared.

I stood there for a minute, dumbfounded at the whole series of events but as soon as I came back to my senses, I ran inside shutting the glass door of the balcony behind me and drawing the curtains as well. I then made sure all my windows were properly locked too and when I was assured the house was completely sealed, I went back to my bedroom and hid under the blankets praying for the sun to come up soon with all my might.

As I lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling I rewound everything that had occurred. I was having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I had come across an actual demon and made it out of there alive. I then felt a headache oncoming and that's when I decided to stop myself from thinking too much and tried to fall asleep. I don't know at what point I succeeded in doing so but when I woke up the sun was shining through the blinds.

I opened the window and heaved a sigh of relief as I felt safe in daylight. I went into the kitchen and noticed the glass and the water bottle still placed on the countertop just the way I had left it. This proved that I had not been dreaming after all and last night indeed happened. I did not discuss the event with anyone but all day deep down I kept thinking if he would show up again.

At sundown, I sat in my apartment with all my doors and windows shut. I made some dinner and ate it in front of the TV. I went to bed early but couldn't fall asleep. I kept turning from one side to another with anxiety as a feeling that he would return still lingered in my mind. He had declared that he came there every day and I highly doubted a measly human being like me could tell an otherworldly being like him to stop and he would feel the need to comply.

After an hour of twisting and turning, I got up to distract myself by watching a movie. I headed into the living room, turned on the TV and settled onto the couch with my trusty blanket tightly wrapped around me as if it could protect me.

I couldn't concentrate on the movie one bit. Every ten minutes or so I'd look back at the balcony or pause the movie to listen to a rustle or a click I thought I had heard. Eventually, I had to stop altogether as my eyelids began to feel heavy with sleepiness. I couldn't muster up the strength to walk up to the bedroom so I lay right there on the couch and dozed off.

Tap.Tap.Tap.

Three knocks on the glass woke me up. Feeling hazy, I looked towards the balcony, the direction of the sound. All my sleepiness disappeared when I saw him sitting on the fence casually, moonlight cascading on his raven wings as if waiting for me to open the door. I swiftly approached but remained on my side of the glass.

"You can't come here anymore. This is my place now." I yelled through the glass.

"But I like it here. " He answered casually.

"Well, I'm not opening this door." I tried to be firm but my fear and discomfort were clearly visible in my voice.

"I don't really need your permission." He stated and the door opened on its own in one swift movement even though it was locked.

"What was I thinking? Of course, he can open a simple door, he's a demon after all." I mentally rebuked myself for my stupidity.

He did not come inside however and remained seated on the fence. I stood motionless and quiet as well, anticipating his next action. During this time, my eyes gazed at his majestic wings with curiosity. I could see them more clearly than the previous day because of the moonlight washing over them.

"What's your name?" He asked. I had realized by now that trying to get away from him was futile so I went along with the conversation and answered him, "Riie Kira." Silence followed again.

"And do you have a name?" My voice was filled with hesitation and mind with a surreal haze.

"Of course I have a name. Gouenji Shuuya." He replied.

I don't know what I was expecting but I was surprised at how human that name sounded. I repeated it under my breath just to make sure I heard it right. He saw me do that and smiled faintly. A gust of breeze went past, shifting his long platinum-blond locks on his face and I looked at him with fascination.

He did not look scary at all. His features were soft but his gaze was intense. He looked serious but not disagreeable. He was not at all how I would imagine a demon to look like. He had effortlessly balanced himself on the thin fence and his folded wings were tucked behind him like a drape.

"I am sorry for attacking you yesterday. I don't usually do that." He spoke after a couple of minutes.

"You don't?" I blurted without thinking. I was genuinely surprised.

"Why would you presume that I do?" He tilted his head the same way he had done the previous night.

"Because you're a demon, of course," I mumbled to myself instead to answering him. He appeared to have heard that though.

"Are you scared of me?" He asked in a straightforward manner.

"Yes I am scared, I'm a human after all!" I exclaimed taking refuge behind the undrawn curtain.

"Are all humans scared of demons?" He inquired again.

"Yes, of course, they would be! Do you not know that?!" I was annoyed at what I thought were pointless questions. I thought he was messing with me for fun but he actually seemed to ponder over my answer.

"Did you really not know that?" I asked, calmer this time when he remained thinking for a while.

"Yes. I have never talked to one before. " He answered that rather innocently. I slowly came out from behind the curtain when I realized how clueless he was to his advantage over me.

"Anyway..." I cleared my throat, "...the point is, you should go. This house has an owner now. It's not an empty building for you to rest in." He directed his attention towards me again and his gaze sent a shiver down my spine. No matter what, he was still a demon and my natural instinct was to be scared of him.

He then hopped off the fence, said, "I will be back.", spread his wings and the next moment he was gone. All of this happened so fast and so unexpectedly that I didn't even have time to process it all.

"No! Don't come back! Leave me alone!" I cried and ran into the balcony when I finally caught up but the gust of wind his wings had created pushed me to the floor. I fell but managed to get myself on my knees but the despair of being unsuccessful in keeping the demon away from my home stopped me from getting up. I flopped my head down to the floor in frustration,

"Leave me alone." I slowly repeated but there was no one to hear my plea.