Alexander Roland

Kae meets the newbie assassin Alexander Roland, who claims to be his new roommate. After refusing him, Kae finds out he is to go on a mission with the Alexander. What will he do?

Chapter One: Alexander Roland

Kae's POV

I grew up in the very definition of a hell hole. I grew up in Hell. As the son of the demon king, you would think that I would be pampered and spoiled and be everything an average child wasn't. But in all honesty, the only thing listed there that I was was everything that an average child wasn't. I was beaten. Almost killed on multiple occasions.

'Why?', you may be wondering. Well, I'll tell you. As you already know, I was and still am the son of the demon king, but when I was born, special elemental powers that any other demon would never have came to be known. The first of my powers that manifested was my power over ice. I was only a year old.

When my mother found out, she tried to drown me, either because she was terrified of me, or my father ordered her to. Hell, for all I know, it could've been both. And then my powers over water and earth manifested when I was four. My mother tried to smother me in the middle of the night.

And then when I was seven, and my power over fire and air manifested, an assassin went after me, and almost succeeded in killing me. And then, when I was twelve, my final power, the power over shadows, appeared, and I managed to hide them for a couple of weeks, but a servant saw me manipulating the shadows in my room and told my father.

He summoned me to the throne room and tried to kill me. I ran away. I ran away from the place that had tormented me for years like a demon, no matter how ironic that was. In between all those attempts at killing me, my siblings and the servants, even the visitors, beat me and broke me down.

A whole lot of other hellish things happened to me in those twelve years of life, but it's best if I don't tell you about those. After I ran away, I lived on the streets defending myself and learning to control my powers for twelve years until a man named Yukimura Renji found me and took me into his assassin business.

There, he honed my skills and made me the strongest demon alive, while still managing to become like an older brother to me. That was probably one of the only good things that ever happened to me in my life.

It all went well for seven hundred years, though I was cold and calculating for most of them, until one day I lost all light. That fateful day changed me forever. I closed up and let no one but Yukimura (I call him Yuki) in, and it stayed that way for almost five hundred more years.

Now, let me tell you about how that finally changed. Let me tell you about the man that managed to break my ice shell that I kept around me. Let me tell you about Alex.

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I groaned and shifted in my bed when the doorbell outside of my apartment rang. I ignored it for a few minutes until the ringing and incessant knocking became too annoying.

With a small growl, I got out of bed and trudged toward the front door. I opened it to see a handsom man that looked about twenty (though he could've been any age, being a demon and all) with short, light brown hair and bright ocean blue eyes. He stood about my height.

He wore a white short sleeved t-shirt and jeans, with red converse. I noticed the bags next to him, then looked back up to meet his eyes. He seemed uncomfortable with my calculating gaze. "Yes?" I asked in a cold tone.

"Uhm, I'm Alexander Roland, but you can just call me Alex," the man, Alex, said. "I was told to come here. I'll be rooming with y-"

I sighed irritably, cutting him off. "I never asked for a roommate, and I sure as hell don't want one, so f**k off."

Alex's eyes widened slightly at the blunt coldness in my voice. "B-but I-"

"No buts, thank you. I'd prefer you just leave me alone," I said and promptly slammed the door in his face.

I heard the man trying to stammer explanations and pleads throught the door, but I just ignored him and went into my kitchen, glancing at the clock. I groaned tiredly. "Who would even think about being awake at ten in the morning?" I said, running a hand through my tangled hair.

I realized with annoyance that I wouldn't be falling back asleep, not now that I was already awake. I decided to skip breakfast and go straight to the pub (though I knew I would probably regret it later).

I went back through my bedroom, and into my spacious bathroom. Against the right wall there was a mirror that went down the full length of the room, which was about 7 meters. Beneath the mirror were six sinks, making indentions in the black and grey marble of the countertop.

At the end of the room there were two doors, one to the closet for towels and hygenic products and another to the toilet. The walls of my bathroom were a cream color, contrasting the dark marble of the sink and bathtub (that could honestly double as a swimming pool). The tub itself spanned the length of the other side of the wide room except for one part to hold the spacious shower made of the black and grey marble.

The tiles on the floor were a dark blue, almost black, and the rugs on the floor were the same cream color as the walls. All in all, it was a very impressive bathroom. I couldn't care less though, as I'd been living in the apartment for the past hundred years or so.

I strided across the bathroom to the towel closet and grabbed one. Then I stripped and took a long, somewhat relaxing shower. After, I got out and dried off, then dressed in a black long sleeved t-shirt, and a crimson hooded jacket that went half-way down my thighs, which looked like it had flames going up the bottom of it.

Black ripped skinny jeans and combat boots, along with red plaid fingerless gloves went with it. Finally, I put my necklace that looked as though a dragon was twisting around an obsidian black quartz stone. The dragon was a silverish blue color, with glittering emerald eyes that seemed to look into you.

With a sigh, I walked back through my apartment and out my front door, locking it with a wave of my hand. I started making my way to the pub, ignoring the scared and wary looks I was getting, along with the people who veered around me and avoided my eyes.

The people in this town knew who I was. They knew what I was too. They knew not to mess with me. I suppose my features and gait gave it away as well. I had pale, almost white, and fair skin, and practically glowing blue-ish silver eyes that leaned towards purple-ish silver when I was mad. And to add to that, I had platinum blonde (almost white) hair with a light purple stripe through the bangs that just brushed my shoulders.

And the way I walked was graceful and lithe, so much so that only a demon (or Angel) could accomplish it.

It took fifteen minutes to walk to the pub, people avoiding me the whole way. I walked in and the bell at the door gave its annoying 'ding' sound.

Brandon, the bartender, looked up and smiled, "Welcome- Oh, Kae. Yuki-buchou wants to see you in his room." I grimaced to myself but nodded and walked to the back of the pub, where a thick abony door stood. I twisted the doorknob and walked in.

"Yuki-buchou," I said quietly, nodding to him.

"Kae-chan," he responded, smiling at me, though I could sense a strange uneasyness behind his carefree smile. His dark brown hair was the same as always, spiked up in different directions, and his stormy blue eyes were glittering, standing out against lightly tanned skin.

"Don't call me that. Anyways, Brandon says you want to see me," I said. It was a statement, not a question.

Yuki nodded. "I've got a mission I need you to complete." I raised an eyebrow. 'Need?' I thought. He never said he needed me to do anything. There was something up with this mission.

I voiced my thoughts. Yuki turned serious. "This mission was ordered by the king-"

I interrupted him."What?" I hissed. Yuki flinched at my acidic tone.

Despite Yuki being the boss of the demon assassin organization, I was still stronger than him. He knew when to back off. Though this time that seemed not to be the case, because he kept talking.

"You're father sent for two assassins to kill someone," Yuki said quietly, not looking me in the eye.

"Why can't you just send Ichimura or one of the other captains?" I asked. "It doesn't have to be me." My anger was rising, and the shadows in the room were wavering slightly in response.

"Because the rest of the captains are on long-term missions, ane you're the only one I trust to complete this one," Yuki said.

I put up my emotionless mask. "Fine. Whatever. Just tell me who I'm going with, and who I'm killing. Unless they happen to be the same person."

Yuki chuckled, and then grew uneasy again. "You'll be going with Alexander Roland, a new assassin we just took on." My eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

"And who am I killing exactly?" I asked.

Yuki flinched at the question, as if hoping I had forgotten. "Aether Tatsu."

I kept my face blank. "No," I said simply. I stood up and walked towards the door. As I was about to take hold of the doorknob, the door opened for me. Alex was standing there, looking extremely pleased with himself.

Instead of saying anything, I brushed past him and through the pub. "Wait, Kae-" Alex started, grabbing my wrist. I growled. I twisted my hand around in his grip and grabbed his wrist. From there, I slipped my foot under his, making him fall, then flipped him over my shoulder.

Alex landed on the floor with a painful thud, and I smirked in satisfaction at the sound. A small groan came from the demon. "Don't touch me," I hissed at him, my smirk disappearing.

With that, I stormed out of the pub and back to my apartment. I slammed the door shut, not caring whether I bothered my neighbors or not.