It was the morning following his disappearance and much to her surprise, there he sat at his desk. It was as if he never disappeared in the first place.
"Yuruichi?"
The boy looked at Ake with a blank look at first. Though it quickly changed to a smug look.
"Hey! What's with that look! We were worried about you!"
"Worried? Why would anyone be worried about a god?"
The boy replied, chuckling as he stuck his nose up at the rest of the class. His personality was completely different than the previous day.
"Huh!?"
The comment clearly struck a cord in the class reprseentative.
"I get you're a bit strange. But that's no reason to get a big ego about yourself all the sudden. Seriously, a god?"
The rest of the class seemed to agree with her. A few of the male students laughed it off, saying the kid was crazy. Girls spoke in hushed whispers to each other, finding it a bit disgusting to know he's suddenly going in through a chuunibyo phase.
"You have bags under your eyes miss. Were you up all night looking for me?"
The boy kicked up his feet onto his desk without a care in the world.
"Of course! As I said I was worried about you!"
"And I said there wasn't any point in that."
Ake growled in response.
"How cute."
Once more, the boy wrote her off with a teasing comment as he retained what seemed to be some kind of dramatic egotrip.
The class soon fell silent as the teacher arrived in the class.
"Ah. Mister Yuruichi, glad to see you're safe. You gave us quite the scare yesterday, disappearing like that. Please notify us next time you decide to go home, okay?"
The boy said nothing in response, only staring at the man with a cold gaze.
"And please, take your feet off your-"
The teacher's sentence was quickly cut off as his body quickly froze solid. A chill ran through the room as the horror of what had just occurred registered in their brains.
Yet the fear and confusion left them frozen, in a more metaphorical sense, leaving them unable to move.
Some flinched as they heard the boy stand from his seat and begin to walk towards the front of the class. Yet none even dared to turn their heads to watch their fellow student's movement.
The room was still, as if time itself had stopped.
Casually in stride, the boy named 'Yoiya' waltzed his way to the teacher trapped in ice.
With a whistle, he blew into his face. That simple breeze caused the ice to crumble, their homeroom teacher vanishing with it like a collapsing pillar of dust.
"How utterly pitiful. Humans of this world aren't as cool as they describe in their books." The boy muttered with sarcastic disappointment. He spun around carefree with his hands collapsed together behind his back as he turned to face the class with an eerie smile.
"Maybe one of you could provide me better entertainment?"
The students remained in silence. Amongst them, however, one was courageous enough to speak up.
"Yoiyami Yuruichi." The class representative, Ake Mori spoke to the 'god' without fear. "As class representative, I will not condone such threats against this class. Nor such behaviour of a close colleague. I request that you cut the crap."
The boy frowned.
"How boring."
The boy held out his hand, black flames forming at the tips of each finger. "Humans are…" The flames grew rapidly, merging together to form a single orb of immense heat. "Truly…"
The flames burst outwards, flying everywhere.
"...Worthless."
Instinctively, the courageous girl ducked down under her desk. The light of the flames was blinding, the heat wave searing against her skin as it flew around the class. She shut her eyes tighter at the pain.
Wooosh.
The sound of wind? No, the whistle of a sword as it was swung swiftly through the air. The faint splattering sound of bloodshed followed quickly behind.
This was over-confirmation for the girl. This was definitely not the boy she came to know in the past month; this was not Yoiyami Yuruichi.
Opening her eyes to the now empty classroom, the girl calmly stood up and spoke to the mysterious, yet familiar figure before her and begged a simple question.
"Who are you?"
The boy smiled a psychotic grin as he replied.
"Just a guy looking for some entertainment."
Instantly, he was directly in front of her. The boy casually wrapped his arm around her waist as he pressed his palm against her chest.
"Hope you have a good dream… human."
With those words, the girl lost all her vision.
…
A blanket of white spread across her eyes, stretching endless against the horizon.
"Where am I?" She asked, as she began to walk.
Her feet would sink into the whiteness beneath her but then quickly reappear as the white spread out around them. The hair was light and fresh. It felt as if every breath she gained new life, filling her with newfound energy.
As she continued to walk through the fluffy cloud-filled terrain, she would soon happen upon a massive golden gate, shimmering with diamonds and pearls.
"Is this… Heaven?"
The girl looked at the gate in complete wonder and bewilderment.
With one hand, she pressed against it. It opened with a creak, like that of a rusty door to a haunted mansion. As it slowly swung open, a eerie draft blew against her and with it, the smell of blood.
She quickly concluded that this place was unlikely to be heaven, though filled with concern she continued to march nervously through the gates.
With a sharp bang, the doors shut behind her. It was quickly followed by a massive thud as the gates toppled over into the cloudy terrain.
Shaking off the fear, the girl continued moving forward. She'd trail along a golden path, passing marbled buildings that shined with luster. In the distance, the roofs of a palace towered over all else. The girl decided to head towards it, only to find that the smell of blood became heavier as she got closer.
"Oh god…"
She gasped, quickly covering her mouth as she stared at the corpses of humanoid beings. Broken halos and torn wings lay across the ground.
"Angels? They're dead though… Like they were brutally murdered…"
"Oh?"
A figure appeared before her. Purple eyes, its whites gone; replaced by a dark black emptiness that can only be described as a void. Long black hair, straight at the top yet jagged like lightning bolts at the tips. Small, scrawny figure yet well-defined. Such a shape was similar to…
"Yoiya. You look like Yoiya."
"Yoiya! Ha! I do believe he said he was going by such a name here. "Good Darkness", eh? What a trashy name."
The girl watched the figure cackle at the name in silence. She could feel malice emanating from him like a neverending burning flame.
"So you know him?" She asked quietly.
The boy, or rather man, threw her a glance that could only belong to a killer.
"Yes, I do." He replied with widened eyes and shrunken pupils. "What is your relation to my brother?"
"...Brother?"
The girl quickly fell back to silence. Her mind quickly raced around, pacing back and forth as she attempted to gather her senses.
"Yoiya has a brother?"
She whispered to herself under her breath as she realized the likelihood of this truth.