Mika
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I drag myself out of bed and make my way over to the doorwhich he previously left from a few minutes ago. Slowly I open the door to seehim walking down the hall with a tea in his hand, “Oh, so it moves huh?” Hejokes as he walks up to me handing me the tea. I stare at him before looking atthe tea. I wonder if he poisoned it or something… “Your eyes are really puffythis morning.” He points out causing me to close my eyes and look away.

“Every girl wants to get up and get told that by a male.” Ijoke as I take a sip of the tea.

He shrugs as walks passed me and into my room heading for mycloset, “But, you should know, I’m no ordinary male.” Those words send shiversdown my spine reminding me I made a deal with a demon. That still scares me. Ihum in response, “So what were you planning on wearing?” He asks as he holds upa blue blouse from my draw.

I turn around and look at him and the blouse, “do you thinkmy black jeans would look good with that?” I ask as I tilt my head to the side.

He looks at the jeans folded in my cupboard, “also with yourblack heals and black coat that is hanging behind the front door?” He askshimself, completely ignoring me and going with his own instincts, “Yeah… Thatmakes her look mysterious yet businessy…” He trails off as he lays it on thebed.

“Businessy?” I question as I take another sip of my tea watchinghim intensely. His eyes look away from the shirt and replace their way to me, but,he doesn’t move his head, “And put a shirt on for god’s sake.” I groan as Iturn around heading down the hallway. Why does a demon have to be the good guy?

“Where are you going? You need to get dressed.” He callscausing me to stop in my tracks. Ugh, I wish there was a device where I didn’thave to get changed myself. I could stand in the device and I would be changedin an instant. Quickly I spin back on my heels and walk back into the room tosee him wearing a black shirt.

“You laid it out, you can leave now.” I shrug as I hand himmy tea, picking up the shirt. I look at him to see him take a sip of it,“Seriously? Go wait outside the room.” I groan in annoyance as I peel my shirtoff my body pulling the blue blouse on. When I look back to him, he’s alreadyout the door, shutting it softly. Using his speed yet again to get away fromme. Idiot.

After throwing my clothes on, I sit on my bed slipping myfeet into my black heels. I love having a demon that actually likes fashion,there was one time I actually thought he was gay because of how much he wasfussing over my clothes, ‘that scarf doesn’t mach.’ ‘Those socks have to beblack to go with those shoes.’ ‘You need a red shirt with those pants.’ Igiggle to myself as I look back at the time, 7:30am. Even though he laid out myclothes, I still managed to take half an hour. If I’m being honest, all I do issit on my bed for about twenty minutes and use the other ten minutes actuallygetting dressed, it’s nice having the quiet to yourself without anyone buttingin because they think your changing. Quite genius I think. Sluggishly I standup and make my way over to the bathroom to do my make-up and my usual morningroutine. I stare at myself in the mirror as I reach my hand up and pull at myright cheek poking my tongue out, if I can’t laugh at myself, than how can Iaccept myself? I laugh as I look down grabbing my foundation.

“What were you doing?” Mika’s voice is heard causing me tojump five feet in the air, even out of my skin.

I stand up and rest my hand on the sink as I turn my head tohim, my right hand on my chest, “How long were you standing there?” I ask.

“Enough to see you pulling your cheek and laughing atyourself.” He shrugs as he places my tea on the sink. My cheeks grow red as Ilook away from him. Wait a minute, why didn’t I see him in the mirror? I snapmy head up and look in the mirror unable to see him. I quickly look at him thenthe mirror to clarify his existence. I go to speak, but, he cuts me off, “Youcan’t see a demon in a mirror, the same as an angel.” He says softly as he walksover to me looking into the mirror. I look away from him and to the mirror.He’s right. I can’t see him. Slowly I reach up and pull at his cheek to see ifit looks weird if I grab something not reflecting in the mirror, “What are youdoing?” He asks as he just stands there and takes it.

“I wanted to see if it looked weird on my behalf.” I laughas I pull my hand away slowly, a little disappointed with the outcome.

He doesn’t move his head, but, I can almost swear he’slooking at me in the mirror, “Why do people have an obsession with grabbingpeople’s faces?” He asks as he puts his hand on his cheek rubbing it slightlyfrom my pinch.

I turn away from him and put some foundation on the brushand start applying it to my face, “Well…” I start, but, I’m not sure what tosay. Normal people don’t exactly grab others faces.

“Can I do it?” He asks randomly as he looks down at me.

I furrow my eye brows and lean into the mirror to make sureI apply it evenly, “Do what? Grab someone’s face?” I ask completely confusedand slightly amused with his question. Why does he want to grab someone’s face?

He laughs slightly and shakes his head, “No. Do yourmake-up?” He asks causing me to stop my hand actions and turn my head to him.

I look down at the brush in my hands and back up at him whois staring at me almost pleading, “Can you even do it?” I ask as I hesitantlyhand him the brush.

He grabs hold of it quite quickly and steps forwardssmiling, “I think so. Mamma used to get me to do her make-up and choose herclothes all the time.” He tilts his head to the side and brushes my forehead,holding my head up by holding my chin. Well, I guess I know why he is so goodat clothes choosing.

“Mamma?” I ask as I furrow my eye brows once again, but, hepokes my frown lines making me stop furrowing my eyebrows allowing him tocontinue applying it.

He hums in response, “All angels and demons were someonebefore they died, but, if so called God, doesn’t want you or loses to Hades,the soul is given to Hades. Which in my case, he lost.” He speaks freely. Thisdoesn’t seem to faze him at all as he explains this to me. Why doesn’t this atleast hit a soft spot?

Slowly he puts down the brush and picks up my power applyingit neatly, “So, where’s mamma now?” I ask trying not to laugh at the way herefers to his mum.

He stops moving his hand and stares blankly ahead, “She’sdead.” He mumbles as he regains himself continuing to apply to the powerremoving his hand from my chin.

My facial expression lays blank, “I’m sorry…” I mumble as helifts my head up allowing himself to put the make-up on my neck.

He shakes his head and grabs the mascara, “its fine. She’sin purgatory.” His words come out harsh as he opens the mascara applying thefirst coat, “God took one look at her life and said he didn’t want her andasked for her to be put there.” He swallows hard and for the first time, I lookat his arms trying to help with the mascara only to see scars all over them.I’m so oblivious to these types of things. How can I miss them?

I reach my hands up and grab hold of his arm tracing thedeepest scar, “Mamma?” I ask as I put the pieces together. He looks downfaintly and back to my eyes giving me a small hum in response, “she hurt you alot didn’t she?” I ask as I drop my hands back down. Hesitantly he pulls hishands away and puts the mascara away obviously done with my eyes.

“Uh, um… Yeah, I don’t exactly like talking about my backstory. It’s one thing angels nor demons will talk about if they can avoid it.”He speaks softly as he picks up the blush applying a light layer of it along mycheek bones.

I widen my eyes and open my mouth as my words get caught inmy throat, “Oh, y-yeah. Of course!” I yelp and he pulls away the blush andlooks at my face and his work.

“I can’t do lips… I never learnt.” He chuckles slightly ashe puts down my blush. I smile slightly and turn away from him and look in themirror. Whoa, he is actually amazing at this. If what he told me is true, thenI’m guessing he had to learn otherwise he was hurt if it wasn’t good enough.

“That’s fine.” I continue to smile as I pick up my lipstick.Slowly I look back at him who is slightly trembling. What the hell? Demonsdon’t get scared, let alone shake, “You’re the first demon I’ve heard of whoshakes.” I joke trying to calm him down.

I see him in the corner of my eye as I apply my lipstick,lift up his hands and look at them, “I’m not even scared, I think this justhappens when I bring up memories. I don’t feel affected in anyway talking aboutthis, but, it’s still not ideal to talk about.” He says as he turns away andwalks out the bathroom.

“Okay, good.” I simply speak allowing him to have somespace. I know that touched on a soft spot, but, I didn’t know demons had thatside. I guess it’s one of the qualities of summoning a demon. Should have readthe terms and conditions.