~Ordinary Life... Sort Of~ (1x1 RP) Full & Reserved

[Dessert Devour]

"Whatever, trouble and fighting is my life..." he replied.  

[iiBlue-Phantom]

Amaya knew that he really didn't care about anything and it almost hurt her bad. Memories of her late mother came into her mind and that hurt her more. Tears appeared from her eyes and she quickly wiped them away, knowing that he probably couldn't handle that. Amaya cared for her mother so much and she had to be taken away by reality, not fantasy. "Sorry, I was just remembering my mother."  

[Dessert Devour]

He blinked a few times at her a bit perplexed, "why exactly does that make you cry? I don't know if that's something I should be asking but..."  

[iiBlue-Phantom]

"Because my mother is dead and... I still miss her. I feel stupid because I wasn't there to help her." Amaya shook her head to get that awful memory of her mother's death out of her head. It took her so long to accept that she was dead and even though she has, it was quite natural of her to think of her mother from time to time.  

[Dessert Devour]

"Uh... how'd she die?" he replied. His parents were still alive though none of them liked it to be known they were related.  

[iiBlue-Phantom]

Amaya dug into her memory and finally remembered the day of her mother's death. "I wasn't there to see it. But I was walking home and saw something going at the end of one street. A body was covered up and the police officer called me over. He asked me to look at the body and sure enough... it was my mother, with stab wounds on her chest and abdomen. She died a few hours later at the hospital... and I never left her side until funeral a few days after." She got so mad and clenched her fists. "I want to find out who killed my mother and why they would do that."  

[Dessert Devour]

"Oh..." he peered down a bit sorry he asked, "That is a bad way to go... I've been stabbed before and I'm here to tell you, not happy fun time. I don't blame you at all for wanting to find out who it was and why they did it so, I don't know why, but I'm going to be nice and help you out with this..." There was just something about the girl that made him want to help her and he couldn't help it.  

[iiBlue-Phantom]

Amaya looked at him with a surprised look. She didn't know why he was gonna help her either. "You serious? I... appreciate that." But now that she remembered her mother's death, she also remembered one clue that was left behind. "There was a note left that day in occult markings. I could never figure out what it said. All I knew is that whoever wrote it must have been heartless and cruel..."  

[Dessert Devour]

"occult?" he was fluent in it... "do you still have it?" he asked a bit surprised that he actually wanted to read it. Though he was a bit curious to see if he recognized the handwriting, it would give him a good reason to kill someone...  

[iiBlue-Phantom]

"Yeah, I do." Amaya searched through her backpack until she found it. "I've been carrying it with me in case I ever ran into someone who could translate it." She hoped that this would solve who her mother's killer was and for all she knew, the highest probability would be that the killer was someone not from this world.  

[Dessert Devour]

At first glance he recognized the handwriting but didn't say anything until he had it in hand translating it.  

[iiBlue-Phantom]

Amaya looked at the handwriting and still could not read it. After all, it was a language she had never seen before. But she knew it was someone from another world who had killed her mother. Now with this demon as her friend, maybe she could get some help.  

[Dessert Devour]

He read over it carefully, "that twisted son of a *itch..." he muttered now putting some of the pieces together. The demon's name was Despair, but in the human realm he went as Jiro.

"Do you happen to know anyone that called themselves Jiro and was a bit of a shifty character?" he asked plainly.  

[iiBlue-Phantom]

Amaya looked at up at him when she heard his question. Come to think of it... she did hear his name before, but never met him. "Now that you mention it, I've heard his name before but I never met him? So... he's the one who killed my mother?"  

[Dessert Devour]

"I wouldn't put it past him to do such a thing..." he replied with a sigh. He knew that *astard and hated him. They always butted heads, ever since he was old enough to fight.