• I take a sip of coffee and seeth at the woman across the table from behind the mug.
    Seeth.
    I am not happy.
    Not at all.
    She just tilts her head and smiles at me.
    "You shouldn't pull such a sour face. You know it's true." She tells me, acting very knowing.
    "It is not true." Objection.
    "Yeah, okay." She wasn't going to give this up...
    "Except it totally is." God-dammit.
    I place my coffee mug back on the table sharpely. I continue my death-glare, but it seems this foolish lady does not understand. This look means WAR.
    "You seeth like an idiot, Kyro."
    "Shut up, I don't seeth like an idiot."
    "You do. You look like a fool. And an idiot."
    "I did not come here to be poorly-insulted by a girl who doesn't know a look-of-death when she sees it." Why did I come here, anyway?
    "Go home, Kyro. You're tired. We have to give in that report tomorow. The one you haven't started yet. The one that you've had 3 weeks to complete. The one that you should be doing right now instead of drinking coffee and complaining."
    "I'd forgotten about that, yeah." I rummage through my coat pocket for my wallet. I hadn't forgotten, of course, and she knew this. But it was an easy way of ending the conversation.
    "I'll see you tomorow, then."
    "I can't wait to see the look on Old-man-Mackenzies face."
    "You're not used to it by now?" I take out some money and place it on the table, by the empty mug.
    "I'm going to take a photo." She smiles, making no signs of getting up herself. She just sips away happily, knowing she can go to bed with no more work to do. Curse her.
    "S'later, Miya."
    "Later, retard."

    I step outside into the cold autum air, coat tightly wrapped around myself, and--
    Hold on.
    This isn't an acceptable writting style... Not for me, anyway.
    This is a little "formal" for me. Despite the lack of detail in these notes, (and lack of plot,) it is not how I would like my story to be.
    And, as a story-teller, I tend to have some (not as much as I would like) control over how you, the reader, hears these words.
    So I'll start with introductions. if not now, you would know later. So now seems acceptable.
    My name is Kyro Akintie. I'm 15 as of July 25th 2010, and I'm a regular student at Roran High. My grades are fine, and I'm never late on giving in work...
    Erm... This one time can be an exeption, alright?
    But, as I just stated, I'm just.. regular.
    Normal.
    I have no super-powers, nor any intentions of getting them.
    I'm the most popular boy in school (did I not mention I was male?..), nor do I have any traits making me stand out.
    School is bad enough without clubs, so it's straight home for me.
    And you can damn-right forget about some exciting job like becoming a pop-star or actor. In fact, I don't even know what I'm going to do with myself just yet.. I'm just happy with looking out at every day at a time!
    So, if you're hoping for a story about my adventure to Mars, or my biography of my famous life, with my face printed over magazines and on the side of busses...
    Put down these notes. Ignore them. Just stop reading. And forget about "Kyro Akintie, age 15 since July 25th 2010". Whipe him out of your life with ease, and pretend he was never there. I'm fine with it.
    However.
    If you are, perhaps, someone I know...
    If you are someone I once spoke to in the lunch-room, whose name came up in conversation or gossip...
    If you are simply a person who wants to know why I am even writing this at all...
    Then I welcome you to these notes.
    My name is Kyro Akintie.
    And this is the story, told by me, of how I met a demon.
    No...
    This is the story of how I died.
    This is the story of how I broke every rule of those who are not human without meaning to...
    This is the story of how I caused hell for all of them...
    And this is the story in which I have no regrets.

    And, maybe, if you yourself are Noroto...
    if, someone, you find yourself with these words in your hands, smiling that pathetic-grin you always have.,..
    Then I don't forgive you for everything just yet..
    But it doesn't change my final answer.
    As long as you never change your final question.

    ~Kyro A.