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The Devil's Bed

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Chapter 5 Unfaithful

When Rin entered the lavish garden, he was welcomed by silence. The sun beamed from overhead, while sprinklers went off from a set timer. Butterflies and bees were flying around, collecting nectar from each flower that was bloomed. Everything seemed to be in order and well taken care of. Even so, there was no sight of a certain blonde flower girl, causing Rin to grimace with concern.

“This is the eighth day in the row,” he said aloud, searching around endlessly for any signs of his friend. “Where the hell could she have vanished to?”

Come to think of it, she was acting strange days before his marriage. He wondered if it had anything to do with it? He knew she was undergoing some sort of private training, but the details were a mystery to him. When he thought about it, someone had to know of something—and no one knew better than Mephisto.

Noticing he was prolonging his stay though, Rin decided to take his leave. It did him no good that he was searching for another girl, not when he had Izumo waiting for him.

The ceiling had become a visual aid for Izumo in the past coming days—which was depressing, to say the least. She laid in bed, her hands crossed together, waiting patiently for just something to come and end her misery. Although she did have some solace she couldn't complain about, that being her ‘husband’. The fool really had a knack for leaving her stumped, especially when it was obvious how naive he was. He continued to insist that they were friends, never stopping in his endless quest to get her to come out of her shell. God, she wished he would just leave her alone, it would just be easier.

But for who, she didn’t know.

Suddenly, the door opened to their room, causing the pit she didn’t realize she had in her stomach to drop. She sat up, being welcomed by a toothy grin from the demon prince. It would have been unnerving to anyone else, to say the least, especially when he was meant to be the son of Satan. But to her, he was nothing more than a harmless boy, who had no clue what she was even capable of more than himself.

“You’re exactly where I left you,” he said, with a hint of disappointment.

“Are you really surprised?” she answered dryly, staring intently at him.

Rin felt scrutinized by her gaze, sweat pouring from his forehead. “Uh, is there something on my face?” he asked, uncomfortable by the stare down.

“More like nothing in your hands, you didn’t bring any food,” she said with a scowl. “I would have thought this whole time you were making us lunch.”

Rin sighed with relief, afraid his cover was blown from where he had been lately. It was usually his alibi when after visiting the garden that he was prepping them something to eat. He had forgotten this time, but with a sneaky grin, he decided to use it to his advantage.

“Well, Polka Brows, I had other plans this morning, but, if you’re hungry, I think we can work out a deal. You come out of this room, and I’ll promise to make you something special.”

She nearly growled at him, annoyed by the nickname he seemed to have given her lately. It made it seem like they were getting close, and she refused to acknowledge it.

“You know I detest that nickname,” she said, refusing to move from her spot.

“Why not? I don’t give nicknames to just anyone you know,” he answered cheekily.

“Even so, my name is Izumo, Izu-mo.”

“Well duh,” he said with utmost bewilderment.

She shook her head, dropping the subject and returning to the matter at hand. “Whatever, either way, I’m not leaving this room. I have no desire in making myself home here.”

“Oh come on, there has to be something around here that you’re interested in. It’s been almost about a week since you’ve been here, no one can survive like this.”

“Being in a four-wall room is something I’ve been used to for years, if you ask me, this one is just a nice upgrade from what I’m used to,” she snapped coldly.

Rin was stunned by this sudden information, Izumo regretting instantly for confining such details to him. He became quiet, his mind eventually concluding.

“I knew someone who punished themselves from ever leaving a place they once felt safe from. They felt guilty like they didn’t have a right to leave. You’re different though, Izumo. You don’t have to feel like a prisoner here, you can feel safe in leaving here. I’ll make sure of it,” he spoke firmly, his voice unwavering. “I want you to feel at home.”

She looked away from him, wishing he would stop saying such things!

’Listen to our mate, cub! I’m sick of being in this forsaken room!’

Izumo blushed from the term. ’He is not our mate!’

The Nine-Tails rolled her eyes. ’ Husband, mate, doesn’t matter! If you wish to keep me tamed, I suggest you listen to him.’

The ancient demon’s rage washed over Izumo, realizing the danger if she denied her. She could take over her with a simple switch if she wasn’t careful. She had the elixirs that were injected into her, but it was never enough, not yet. So until she was strong enough to overcome her, a contract had to be formed—unless she risked losing it all.

“Fine.” She caved in. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Seriously? A library? Sort of retro and cliche, don’t you think?” Izumo inquired dully, not impressed.

Despite the lack of originality, she had to admit, it had a look of quality to it. Velvet green curtains adorned the large windows inside the oval-shaped athenaeum, tied back with a golden rope. The shelves and balcony were clearly mahogany made, the book themselves well organized and aligned with various titles. There were even multiple levels, providing a wider range of knowledge to share. The ceiling even held a replica of the renaissance painting “The Last Judgement”, much to Izumo’s crude amusement—how fitting.

“It’s a start!” Rin soon defended. “I admit, there weren’t many options.”

“Yeah, I’m sure the selection here won’t be much either,” she said, wondering what books Satan and his cohorts would even be interested in that didn’t involve world domination.

“At least it gets you out of the room. I’m sure there’s something in here for you to enjoy.” He tried to reassure. “Just look around for a bit, and I’ll be back before you know it with a bento box for you.”

“I guess I can look around while you do that,” she said, her hunger obvious.

He grinned, relieved to have her cooperating with him. “Okay then! I’ll be right back!”

Rin took off into a sprint, wasting no time. Izumo had the right mind to run off then and there, but somehow, she didn’t. Instead, she decided to take Rin’s advice, and give the library a tour. Honestly, Izumo can’t remember the last time she read anything that wasn’t educational. Grabbing a random physics book off the shelf, she figured it wasn’t going to be any different. She sighed, shoving the text back into its slot.

She scanned through the columns, her fingers tracing each spine. “Mathematics, Geographic, Biology, geez, Egyptian Hieroglyphics. This is nothing but classroom texts!”

Izumo was one for learning, but this was almost ridiculous!

She went up the stairs to the second floor, trying her luck there. Each row contained nothing of interest to her, or if it did, it was material she was already familiar with. She sighed with disappointment, finding the genre she longed for to be scarce as she predicted.

’How unexpected of you to be into romance, and yet fail at it.’

’Like you’re an expert.’

The Kitsune snickered. ‘One day you will learn, cub.’

Izumo ignored her, finding herself to be in the religion section—as if it could help her situation. Selecting a tome from the shelf, she flipped through the pages mindlessly. It wasn’t until she found an extra blank page that she stopped. Izumo’s mind began to race, her fingers hesitantly playing the edge. The Nine-tails was well aware of what she was planning, quite intrigued by the idea.

’Clever fox.’

Before Izumo could think of stopping herself, she ripped the page out, stuffing the parchment into her blouse. If she had family still out there, it was a risk she was willing to take. Somehow, the library seemed to serve a purpose after all.

“Woah, when did the one tail thing happen? So used to seeing nine.” A familiar voice spoke out, causing Izumo to mentally cringe.

“Pink head,” she said, addressing his presence with a menacing scowl.

Renzo ignored her unwelcoming gaze, casually making his way over to her. “Seems like you and the Nine-Tails are getting along?” he asked, gesturing her features.

“We have come to certain agreements, not many, but this was one of them.” Izumo grudgingly indulged him. “What are you doing snooping around here?”

“Keeping an eye on you of course!” He gleamed flirtatiously, his eyes traveling her physique. “Got to make sure how your progress is doing with your ‘inner’ demon, as well as making sure you don’t do anything that will jeopardize our mission.”

She scoffed. “I should have known.”

“Which reminds me, how goes the little honeymoon with dear Satan Jr? I’m surprised you’re walking, given you were in that room for a week, which made it difficult to spy,” he said with a wink.

“You’re disgusting,” she seethed.

“Oh come on, we’ve known each other long enough that you can kiss and tell,” he said, leaning uncomfortably closer to her.

“For your information, the prince has been very…courteous,” she answered, doing her best to keep distance between them.

“Is that so? Quite ironic, given his lineage. Personally….” His fingers toyed with the hem of her dress. “…I wouldn’t have kept my hands off you.”

“In your dreams,” she spat, slapping his hand away.

“Ouch,” he said, clearly infatuated rather than hurt. “Still as feisty as ever.”

“And you still don’t take no for an answer,” she heatedly countered.

He shrugged with a smirk. “What can I say? I’m in love. You and I are kindred spirits, Izumo. You’ll learn that soon enough.”

“I doubt that. Now if you don’t mind, I’m allergic to douche hair.” She turned to leave, but not without his hand grabbing her wrist.

“As much as I will love~ to see you go, I know when you’re being naughty, my sweet Izumo.” His eyes traveled to her bosom, shaking his head with disappointment. “Now, be a good girl, and show me what you took.”

She clamped a hand to her chest, keeping her guard. “Screw you.”

He gave a drawn-out sigh—figured she wouldn’t make this easy.

Without warning he pinned her to one of the bookshelves, shoving his leg between her thighs. Izumo hitched a breath, reacting instantly to shove him away from her. With the strength of the Nine-Tails at her disposal, he was knocked back into the shelf behind him. He staggered from the force, toppling several books onto the floor when trying to collect himself. He never wavered though, his expression becoming frightfully fierce. With unseen agility, Renzo charged forward, grabbing her collar. Izumo was left stunned as his fingers began to unbutton her blouse.

“Don’t you dare…” She growled, her nails extending into claws.

“Oh if only it was for that. But, I know you’re hiding something. So, stop fighting and just…”


Renzo turned to the newcomer, quickly backing himself away from the girl. “Your Highness, what a surprise,” he spoke calmly as if nothing was wrong.

Izumo blushed with humiliation when she caught Rin’s gaze, immediately fixing her tousled dress. The half-demon didn’t know how to respond to what he just walked into, or even how he felt. There was no denying something inappropriate was happening between the two individuals. Whether it was mutual though, was yet to be confirmed. Judging from Izumo’s appearance and lack of response, he didn’t know how to take it. He gripped the bento boxes in his hands, nearly cracking them.

God, he felt like an idiot.

“Izumo….are you…?” He didn’t get to finish as she quickly fastened the remainder of her dress and took off down the hall.

Rin stared after her, instantly growing concern.

“Man, chicks am I right?” Renzo chuckled with amusement.

Something stirred within Rin from the callous remark, his sudden gaze nearly causing Renzo to sweat with caution. It was just for a moment, but there was no denying the red in his pupils. The Illuminati member kept his composure though, not wanting to provoke the beast than he already had—message delivered, that was damn sure. Rin didn’t waste time in prolonging his stay, deciding to go after the fox girl instead. Renzo crossed his arms, intrigued by the little display he just witnessed.

“Interesting, I didn’t expect that,” he mused cunningly, his mission proving to be more entertaining than he thought, “Looks like I have competition after all.”

Izumo made it outside, collecting her breath. “That was close,” she said, patting her chest with relief.

“Izumo!” Rin called out, catching up with her.

She turned, realizing she had left him behind.

“Hey, is everything okay?” he asked, not sure if he should pry. “I’m sorry if I was interrupting anything.”

Sometimes she couldn’t believe how sweet he was. “No, honestly, you were doing me a favor,” she said, hoping he wasn’t jumping to conclusions about what he just saw.

“Izumo…was he…”

She shook her head, dismissing his next choice of words. “Listen, if it’s okay with you, I rather not get into it right now.”

“Oh…ok,” he said, slightly deflated.

Already, she began to feel guilty—he had that damn puppy dog look mastered. She noticed the bento boxes in his hands, pointing to a bench nearby. “Let’s just sit down and eat, okay? That was the deal remember?”

She was deflecting the issue, just as he should have expected. He agreed though, not wanting to ruin their evening. They sat down, opening the meal he had prepped for them. Izumo already was in awe of his handy work, an image of Kuro staring back at her. She nearly squealed at the sight, Rin’s talent continuing to amaze her. He felt pleased that his effort did not go to waste as she broke her chopsticks and began to dig in. Despite this though, he couldn’t quite do the same, his insecurities getting the better of him.

“Izumo, be honest, is that guy your lover?” he asked abruptly.

Izumo spitted her food out, never expecting his thoughts to reach such a conclusion. “Wha—what?!” she exclaimed, completely appalled.

He continued, refusing to look at her. “It’s ok if he is, I mean…just because we’re married, doesn’t mean….you have to be loyal to me. I mean, not like we’re together by choice, so I mean, it’s to be expected right? Geez, I’m making this awkward….! I’m just saying, you’re allowed to be with other guys….if you want. He’s probably a better kisser too so…”

“Oh my God, please stop talking,” she said, pinching her nose.

Rin closed his mouth, much to her appreciation. Izumo did her best to mentally collect herself, using the scenery around them to distract her. The sun roasted her skin, intensifying the redness on her cheeks.

She soon found her voice. “First of all, that guy and I are not lovers. He’s just someone who’s been wanting to get into my pants for years.”

“So…what I saw back there, he was trying to…”

She shrugged, remembering the sheet she currently had stuffed in her bra. “It’s complicated.”

Rin dropped his tray to the side and instantly stood up, preparing to march out.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Izumo asked, confused by his sudden movement.

“To kick that guy’s ass, of course!” he answered simply.

She rolled her eyes, grabbing his wrist. “Sit back down, you idiot! It’s not that serious!”

“How can it not be?!”

“Trust me, it’s not. Not like I’m not used to his harassment anyway.”

He sat back down, not quite believing what he was hearing. “And they have him assigned as one of your guards?”

“More like to spy on me to make sure I don’t do anything out of line. As I said, don’t worry about it, I had it handled before you showed up anyway,” she said, returning to her meal while signaling him to do the same.

“Well, next time he tries anything funny, I’ll…”

“You’ll do what, exactly? Rin, I am not your responsibility,” she said sternly, “Just because I’m your wife, doesn’t mean I need to rely on you.”

He frowned at her words. “How could you say that?”

“Simple, I just did,” she said, before swallowing down some flaked covered rice. “Besides, doesn’t what you said apply to you as well?”

He turned away from her, not willing to answer.

“That’s what I thought.”

“What sort of guy do you think I am?” he asked offended. “As much as I want us to be friends, I at least want to stay faithful to the person I’m married to. You’re hard to communicate with, sure, but I don’t dislike being with you. Somehow, I just hoped you felt the same, but guess it was stupid of me to think that.”

Izumo’s face was ripe like a tomato, failing to even attempt a remark. Trust did not come easy for her, and yet somehow, he was doing everything he could to earn it.

“It was my first kiss,” she suddenly confessed with a sigh.

“What?” he asked, not quite sure what she was referring to.

“On our wedding day!” She exclaimed with newfound embarrassment. “You were my first kiss, so if anything, I was the bad kisser, okay?”

“What?! Really?!” He exclaimed in shock, before putting certain dots together. “Wait…does that means you’re a…”

“Yes!” She clenched her eyes shut, halting him from saying it.

He started to laugh aloud, causing her to feel mortified. “Stop laughing, you moron!”

He grabbed his chest, trying to settle down. “I’m sorry, I just never expected that considering how you were our first night together.”

“That was entirely the Nine-Tails!” She defended.

“Even so, what a relief…” he said, actually feeling pleased by such revelation.

“Why?” she asked, gazing at him skeptically as he started to pick at his food.

“Oh, because I’m a virgin too!” he happily shared without hesitation.

“You’re just saying that to make fun of me,” she muttered, not fully convinced.

“I swear!”

“Why would you tell anyone that?” She gaped.

“Why not? It’s not something to be ashamed of,” he said with a smile. “Honestly, I’m just glad I’m not the only one.”

Izumo sighed heavily at his logic. “Of course….”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry you had to settle with me stealing your first kiss,” he responded sheepishly, feeling ashamed.

“I’ve had many things stolen from me, wouldn’t be the first. Besides, it wasn’t that bad,” she admitted with a pout, doing her best not to blush.

He gave a faltered smile, reflecting his own bashfulness.

“Polka Brows…” She looked at him, ready to lecture him about the accursed nickname, but stopped midway. “…You’re not a bad kisser either,” he teased.

Izumo froze momentarily from the bold remark, shoving him soon after. “Oh, shut up!”

He just snickered.

They soon ate in comfortable silence, ignoring anybody who walked by them. Without fail though, someone would give them judging stares or whispers in groups. Izumo just glared at them, daring them to provoke her—Rin just gleefully enjoyed his meal. Despite their restored evening though, Izumo couldn’t help this weird feeling she had. Sure, they established they were virgins, and he was her first kiss, but was she his? God, why did it even matter if she was or not? The more she was around him, the more she wondered where her mind was at lately.

’ You have a goal, Izumo, remember that! You need to stay focused!’ she berated.

There was no way she could afford to be distracted now—at least it’s what she kept telling herself.

Currently underneath the stronghold was a layer of catacombs being kept hidden from the world. It was kept intact with modern technology, forming it into an underground base. There were obvious signs of activity there, boxes of weapons, and other artifacts littered everywhere for some form of attack. The area was strangely desolate though, keeping it very private. One of the few who knew about it was Shiro Fujimoto.

He had kept the area dormant from any demon discovering it, even from Satan himself. He couldn’t take all the credit though, Mephisto adding a lot with his warding spells and traps. For nearly twenty years, it has been concealed, containing Shiro’s most valuable weapon. He dared not even let Yuri know, having been left oblivious to his operations. With Shura undergoing preparation herself to further Rin’s training, he also had to take the next step.

He entered inside a training ground, spotting a young man performing Aikido strikes on a very damaged dummy. Shiro was impressed by his flawless movements, sweat dancing across his muscles as they pulse wildly. Obviously, he was at this for hours, his shirt completely discarded from how drenched it was on the floor. He landed one last blow, nearly toppling the boxing mannequin over.

It didn’t take him long to notice Shiro’s presence, taking the moment to relax his body. “I was beginning to wonder when you’ll come back.”

“Sorry, had a wedding to intend to, kept me busy for a bit.”

“If you’re here, I’m guessing we’re finally moving forward?”

He nodded. “I hope you’re ready for it because it won’t be easy.”

“Didn’t expect it to be. It’s what we’ve been preparing for, right?” The young man said, adjusting his glasses.

Shiro lit a cigarette in deep thought, his eyes glazing over at his lighter before snuffing out the flame.

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