One Little Mouse

Master? Wait, was she....this displeased the demon. It'd be one thing if she was a warrior to someone, but something told him that she was not cut out for that kind of life. No, she was a slave, likely to a man based on her usage of pronouns. He didn't like the sound of that. Kihaku pondered the nature of their relationship. It likely wasn't good if she was trembling in fear like that. He could spot that from the corner of his eye. She would likely be punished if she went back home then...well, it wasn't like he didn't have an apartment.

Her name was Nighte. Cute name really. It fit her appearance. Looking at her now rather than under the dim club lights gave her a more vulnerable, cute look. It only hammered in the luck more. He was almost done cleaning the floor when he noted the comment about his name being foreign. While that wasn't his original name, it was the name he acquired when he took on an alias for general purposes. Like hell if he was spouting his demon name willy nilly. That could bring all kinds of trouble that he didn't want. A knight like him didn't need all that drama.

"It's Japanese. As you can probably tell from my accent, I'm Japanese."

He finished cleaning up the floor and put away the supplies. His ears picked up a change in her breathing. The man glanced over at her. It appeared that she fell asleep once more. She sounded much healthier than before. That was a good sign. He wanted it to remain that way. Kiki elected to take her back to his place. It would be a trek, but he didn't mind much. He shut the cabinet close and grabbed his sword. He placed it back on his hip. Then he walked over to the sleeping Nighte and gently picked her up.

He would exit the shop and travel back to his house. He chose to reveal his bug-like wings so that he could fly there rather than walk. He made sure to hold her tight. His apartment was within the better part of town with less crime. He was fortunate enough to land himself a good apartment here. It was a studio apartment, so it was comprised of mostly one giant room with a separate small bathroom. His style was minimalistic with a slight Japanese touch. He would give her his bed while he would rest on his small couch. It would be inappropriate to share a bed with a woman he had no relationship with.

The samurai laid on the couch and closed his eyes after tucking Nighte into bed. He wasn't really asleep though, so any movement or noise he would pick up immediately and react to. His katana was kept close. That master better not come knocking on his door tonight.

@The Faerylicious Fae

Aaand he did come knocking on his door tonight. Brilliant. While he had no way of knowing the mental exchange that was going on, he could tell that this wasn't a normal knock. The business-like nature of it combined with Nighte's fearful expression told him as much. He sat up and opened his eyes. He took a quick glance at the katana and pulled it slightly out of its sheath. The silver blade was sharp and ready to slice through someone. He slid the blade back into its sheath and stood up. He moved into a defensive stance; he was ready to draw his blade the moment events turned sour.

He elected not to open the door and instead glared at it as if it was a person. Someone was on the other side of that door, and it was likely that he wouldn't go away. This meant the samurai had to act. He wanted to keep trouble to a minimum, but Nighte's safety came first. The man didn't feel comfortable letting the woman go at this point. Everything about this master seemed like bad news, and she was sick. At least let her deal with it when she wasn't vomiting her guts out and randomly falling asleep.

"Stay back. I'll deal with this."

He whispered this command to Nighte. Kihaku was no mere demon after all; he served directly under the demon lords and proved his mettle in combat before. Even when he was a human he knew how to fight. This time would be no different. However, his first thoughts were to see if they could come to a peaceful agreement first. He wouldn't open the door, but he would try to talk things out with the master. He moved in front to shield her as he kept the same stance. His eyes focused exclusively on the door.

"State your business. No one knocks here this late without a reason."

The demon uttered towards the man behind the door. He took on a calm yet powerful tone. He wondered what the man looked like and what species he was. He had no way of knowing without opening the door or asking Nighte really. He elected to wait it out and remain cautious for the time being.

@The Faerylicious Fae

SomeTHING? He just referred to Nighte as one would an object....yeah, she was definitely a slave to this man. Not like he really needed confirmation, but this "master" gave him it. He was becoming more and more unpleasant by the second. He gave off an air of false politeness. The trope that would most suit this man was Faux Affably Evil; clearly sinister but trying to give the impression of at least being a hospitable baddie. Kihaku was not fooled by this; if anything, it just put him on even higher alert. He continued guarding the lady as he debated what his next plan of action would be.

It was then that the other purpose of the visit was revealed. The master didn't just come here looking for Nighte. No.

He intended on making the samurai his dinner.

Okay, this was about the extent the demon could take. He refused to be consumed by this creep. The fool clearly had no idea who he was messing with. With this to consider, it was likely that opening the door would give the asshole the advantage. He wouldn't open the door, no. It was also unlikely that a hungry bastard like him would go away with just a few words. With both sides unable to see the other, the knight made his choice. As much as he didn't want to damage his apartment....

In one swift gesture, the katana stabbed right through the door. Kihaku estimated where the man's torso would be in alignment to the door. Regardless of if he managed to hit flesh or not, he would then swing the sharp blade upward in a slight diagonal fashion. This would certainly slice off a good chunk of the door. The wood chunks fell out of the doorframe. His red eyes focused on the hole. He wanted to get a good glimpse of the bastard and if he had managed to damage him.

"You wish to eat me? Good luck."

@The Faerylicious Fae