My Angel, My Devil (unfinished), Tamara L. Garcia [e novels to read .TXT] 📗

thought). “Y-yes, I’m fine. I’ll go get my camera.” She was behind her desk, so when she turned and went through the only wooden dresser there, I was shocked. On the back it said ‘Akihabara Otaku’ in Kanji. Oh Angels, she’s a freaking otaku. No wonder, I should have known from when she said bishounen. Scratch that-I should’ve known when I first saw the figures on her desk.
This day couldn’t get any better-not. I have an otaku panting over me thinking perverted thoughts, and now she’s going to show photographic evidence that she was in the same room with me. As soon as the picture is taking I’m jetting. I’m not about to become some otaku’s flower boy lolicon toy. Not now, not ever.
She finally found it and came over with it. She handed it to Damien and told him to take pictures with us in it first. We took a gazillion pictures together in a number of poses, and I was about to just run with her camera and Damien when she looked at Damien and said, “Okay, now it’s your turn.”
She didn’t sound as enthusiastic as she sounded with me (she sounded like a starved fat kid who was just granted an all you can eat coupon at a candy store), but she still sounded happy. That made Damien’s smirk tease up further and he smiled, only able to hold back a laugh. Oh hardy –har –har, so hilarious. I took the camera and looked through it to see about five pictures that were extremely perverted and the rest were pictures of me and her. I looked at the number of photos, and saw that there were sixty pictures. Damien must be working hard to keep from busting out laughing.
I looked over the pictures again, pretending to get the camera ready, and I confirmed what I had just seen. Oh Angels, this girl is a psycho. Then, Damien lifted the psycho otaku princess-style, and smiled. She looked surprised but nonetheless looked at the camera and smiled. I took ten pictures exactly before she interrupted me. “Okay, one more and I can let you guys leave.” Good graham crackers, what about your job? I hope she gets fired for being a psychotic otaku with lolicon tendencies.
I took the last picture in a hurry, purposely making it blurry and throwing the camera for Brenda the Psychotic Otaku with Lolicon Tendencies to catch, but she dropped it. Good, I hope it broke and all of those perverted pictures along with mine and Damien’s will be destroyed forever. I grabbed Damien and ran for it. It was several minutes when we reached a bench in a park. A sunset softly greeted me and Damien, and it shone as if it were by us, patiently watching us.
Damien and I looked at each other in unison. We both burst out laughing, remembering her figures and her lab coat. Oh Angels, what was that woman’s deal? Ten minutes or so later, we finally stopped laughing enough for Damien to say, “That women is absolutely psychotic.” He was still laughing, but it wasn’t as crazy as before.
I gasped for air. I was still laughing despite my position. “You saw how many pictures she got of me? And that look earlier-I may never be the same again,” I looked terrified for a second, and then we were off again.
“What was up with that accent? It was so weird. That lady was crazy, but I think you provoked it. It looked as if she was going to knock you out and make you her slave husband,” he started laughing even harder. I couldn’t laugh.
It sounded too possible.
A shiver went down my spine and I was pale. “Please tell me she didn’t whisper that to you when you guys were taking pictures,” I said terrified. He looked at me with a blank face for a while. Then his cheeks turned tomato red and he busted out laughing again. “Hey, that’s not funny! I’m seriously scared here,” I said whining. “It just seems too possible! Come on Damien, Stop laughing!”
His laughter died down enough to say this: “Chika-chan, you’re really too cute,” after that, he fell on the floor and continued to die of laughter. My worry died down and I laughed, too.
“The first thing I’m going to do when we get to Japan is get you stupid drunk, and bring you to Akihabara. You know what I’m going to do next?” I looked down at Damien, still laughing. Then I said, “I’m going to sell you to the otaku who bids the highest after dressing you up in cosplay. You won’t be able to come home until the next day.” He froze. Uh-oh. Then he looked at me, and with my best effort I kept the smile that was threatening to make me laugh my ass off. The smile on his face vanished.
“You’re not serious, are you?” he went pale. I looked too serious for him to laugh it off. To put up the final touches, I lifted my brow and got up. I walked at my normal pace and tries like hell to not smile, because if I did, I knew I would laugh so hard I would pass out. “Hey,” he called. “Hey! Chika-chan, please don’t do that,” he ran up to me.
Holy gumdrops. I can’t hold it. Holding on to any seriousness I could, I continued. I turned my head to look at Damien. “Only if you give me a treat,” I said. It took heaven and hell’s strength to pull off a devious smile instead of giving in. he stopped and thought for a second.
“What do you want?” he looked reluctant and thoughtful, and get this-serious.
I thought for a while. “Surprise me,” I said. I can practically imagine devil horns and a tail on me. It seemed as if it were a reflex, but he walked over to me, grabbed my left wrist, held my chin with his other chin, tilted my head to the side, and kissed my cheek. I froze.
My pulse quicken, and my face felt hot. I felt my breath leave my lungs and my heart thumped so hard I though Damien could hear it. My mind went blank. The only thing that crossed my thoughts was a big fat ‘huh’?
Then a ‘what in the name of the Angels is going on’?
And finally, darkness.

• • • •

When I woke up, it was completely quiet. I couldn’t hear anything at all, and my stomach dropped. Did I go def? I hope not. I love music. I could never live without it in a million years. It would suck total monkey butt if I was def. Oh Angels, please let me not be def.
Just then, I heard a chuckle. I breathed a sigh of relief and laughed at myself. That was stupid of me. Wait, where am I? And who just chuckled? I heard a door open and close, and what soon followed shocked me. I heard two voices going at it.
“What did you do? She couldn’t have passed out for just anything. You touched her, didn’t you?” This voice was familiar; it was Seth. He sounded pissed and incredulous.
“I couldn’t help it. Soon she’ll know that we’re not her brothers, and she’ll freak out. So far she’s completely oblivious, but I’m telling you, Red, we have to slowly break her in.” That was Damien. Who in the hell is Red? It sounded like he was talking to Seth, but I couldn’t be sure. Then it sunk in.
Not my brothers?
I listened more intently to the conversation, not wanting to miss one bit of information. “She is not one you’re girls, Fate! Soon she’ll find out, but it can’t be now! There’s no doubt she’s the Fated Descendent, so we have to handle this as cautiously as possible. We can’t mess up this time!” Seth was yelling now, and my heart was booming in my chest.
“Damn it, I know. But can the elders honestly expect two candidates to watch over her without trying to make a move on her?” Damien was yelling now, too. They were talking about me, that much I was sure of.
“YES! You know why? Because we’re the fucking A class! We’ve been trained for this since we were able to fucking walk! There are only six people able to enter A class!” Seth took a deep breath, trying to control himself. I let everything he said sink in while he calmed himself down. Holy mother of all Angels.
They’re not my brothers.
Then I remember what happened right before I passed out. Damien kissed me. Damien may love me, but in a brotherly-sister way. The way my pulse quickened, how my body heated up… I shivered with involuntary pleasure. I froze.
All of that because of a peck on the cheek? Moreover, I thought he was my brother by then. Once again I was upset by my not being able to freak out or cry, frustrated with my simple acceptance of what simply couldn’t make sense.
“I told you, I lost control. I wasn’t thinking,” Damien said softly. I mentally scoffed at my misuse of my brother’s name.
Don’t you mean Fate?
I froze mentally and physically. Did I just hear a little high pitched voice in my mind?
Yes, you are.
I must be going crazy. I stopped myself; a small feeling of realization hit me. I’m dreaming. I waited a while, but that didn’t feeling write. As soon as I thought it, it became untrue and silly. Those two words were surfaced only in an attempt for me to try and deceive myself. It wasn’t working.
I set the voice aside for now and listened to the silence between the two boys who weren’t my brothers. One of them sighed, and I suppose it was ‘Red’ because he spoke next. “What are you going to do if she finds out? It’s going to be both of our asses on the line.”
“She won’t,” Fate said. “We’ll just pretend the psychotic otaku knock her out or something. It’ll be fine.” There was silence. I felt heat lick at me.
I’m pissed.
I crawled out of the bed and realized I wasn’t dressed in my clothes before. I had Seth’s pajama bottoms on, which were too long and loose, and one of my black T shirts. I lifted up my shirt to see if my underwear was still the same. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I saw my black lace underwear was still on. I scratched my head and wiped away any sand and eye boogers that were chilling on my face.
I could still sense Red and Fate outside of the door, paused in fear of the sounds I had just made. I took one glance around, only taking in the fact that everything was elegant, dark, and looked like a four star hotel. They must have found this as a quick place to stay.
I focused back on Fate and Red, and twisted the knob. I knew when I saw them that both of their stomachs dropped to the