Kyeran
Legacy Name: Kyeran

He stared out the plate glass window of the department store, his eyes narrowing in annoyance as a woman with her hair in curlers steered her three young children away from the plastic horse that cost 50 cents per ride. Their small mouths were stretched into outraged O's. Even at this distance he could pick up the sound of their wailing. What sweet music. He bared his fangs in a grin.

"Hey man, what do you think?"

How the hell could Koan spend so many hours looking at clothes? Turquoise and black was the way to go. Jeans, shirt, shoes. Done. He gave Koan a good head poke, one of his favorite ways to annoy Koan. "Shut up, stupid. I came along to look at comic books, not to be your fashion advisor."

"Maybe you should try it on. It would go great with your complexion."

He gave Koan his best glare, hoping the frilly pink dresses in the distance would spontaneously combust. They didn't. Stupid myth said his people were supposed to have some supernatural power over fire. Goes to show the value of human stories. He gave Koan another poke for being a wise ass and turned his back. Hunching his shoulders, he wandered toward the shoe department and plopped down on a bench. A pair of black leather boots had caught his eye. If he swapped the white laces for turquoise they might actually be wearable. Scanning the shelf, he could not find one pair in his size. Typical.

Somebody had left a pair of hideous faux fur boots in the middle of the aisle. Kyeran's pointed ears perked at the cheerful whistle of an approaching salesman. His arms were so full of boxes he had to keep peeking around the edge to see where he was going. Across the way, an old lady gave Kyeran a look as she tried on a horrible pair of white loafers. Kyeran grinned. Perfect setup.

They never saw his movement as he adjusted the position of the boots just so. He made sure to take an interest in a pair of white sneakers he wouldn't be caught dead in as the salesman's foot found the tied laces of the boot pair. The man went flying, sending high-end footwear raining down. He stuttered apologies to the old lady as a fat shoebox plunked her on the head. She berated the man for five solid minutes, almost walking out of the store with the loafers she hadn't paid for in her disgust.

Kyeran snickered, taking care to make sure no humans were looking his way. Most humans were easy to mislead, but there were a rare few observant ones. He caught Koan giving him a look as his friend bought a fancy-looking watch. Kyeran sprang to his feet at Koan's approach. "I'm starving. Let's blow this dump."

Kyeran nabbed a table on the outer edge of the food court while Koan went to order, away from the women who parked their strollers, popped open their salads, and promptly fell to ignoring their kids so they could answer some all-important text.

How could anyone find those miniature humans cute? They never shut up, they were always covered in goop, and they had no sense of self-preservation. He had actually seen a human kid eat dog crap once. Funny stuff.

Koan was smart enough to bring him a corn dog while they waited for their pizza. He ate it in two bites, using a fang to scrape every last scrap of batter from the stick. Koan settled his headphones over his ears, losing himself in one of his odd human melodies. Kyeran much preferred the voices of the Hyellan Sisters.

His lip curled as the table by the display case full of plastic trees filled with Pops. The high school elites shared Koan's social status and they never let anyone forget it. They were idiotic, spoiled crybabies who couldn't go to the bathroom without a servant to wipe them. Kyeran snickered. Koan was pretty helpless but nothing like that bunch and he was good for a few things. Like a $20 pizza.

The Pops were always giving Koan scornful looks, making him the butt of their jokes. They dared not say such things to his face, though. Even the jocks didn't want to tangle with his demon buddy.

Kyeran fixed the Pops with a glare, muttering nonsense under his breath. Humans always hated when he did that, which is why he did it often. The "black words" were another human construction but most people didn't know that. It was so easy to make humans squirm, to get them to believe they were cursed.

Kyeran didn't notice the waitress but he did smell the food. He'd down three slices before Koan took a bite. Koan did everything too slow, especially eating. Always so concerned about his precious clothes. Kyeran picked up a pepperoni, considering the best landing spot on Koan's perfect shirt. He resisted the temptation. Barely. He settled for giving Koan another poke and waggling his eyebrows at the Pops. The fourth slice went down in four bites.

They'd had enough. They gave up their table to a family with two small children. The boy kept pulling his sister's curls, ignoring his father's words of warning and earning himself a slap on the hand. Both were munching blue raspberry suckers.

Another perfect setup. This day just kept getting better.

Kyeran could move at a speed too rapid for human eyes when he wished. The children looked at each other accusingly, but it was the boy who had two sucker sticks jutting out of the pocket of his khaki pants. Somebody had bitten off the candy.

The boy denied the theft, joining his sister in wailing as the parents declared they were going home this instant and they would not be stopping at the toy store.

Kyeran stored the candy fragments in the corner of his mouth as he devoured slices five and six. He savored the unique flavor combination of pepperoni, cheese, and blue raspberry. Human creativity was so pathetic.

Koan glanced at the family and back to his friend. Kyeran bared his fangs in a grin, displaying his blue-stained tongue.

Kyeran paused before the piercing shop, seriously tempted by a lapis lazuli stud. He could see Koan looking at a distant boutique. Scowling, he grabbed his friend by the arm and dragged him in the direction of the comic book store. Koan never noticed the lack of weight in his pocket.

Kyeran made for the graphic novels section, piling up a stack that looked promising. Some even had demon illustrations that were only half crap. There were some new arrivals on the poster rack. Satavi bared glistening fangs, her perfect gray shoulders bared above a skimpy black leather two-piece. Her nails were filed into points that glistened red, her fingers curled seductively around her signature whip. Kyeran grinned and pulled a poster from Bin #26, double-checking to make sure he didn't end up with Rainbow Friendship Ponies. He made his purchases while Koan was still gawking over some stupid human comic.

Koan was at the counter now, patting his pockets and looking panicked. "Looking for this, dumbass?" Kyeran slapped Koan's wallet on the counter hard enough to rattle the glass.

The guy behind the counter trembled even harder. New guy. Kyeran imagined the craters on his face going off like pus-filled volcanoes. Nothing. He shrugged and followed Koan to the parking lot.

They took the padlocks from their scooters and turned for home. Koan slowed as they neared the infamous entry of Underground, that stupid awed look on his face. Kyeran gave him a poke to wake him up. "Stop daydreaming, idiot. Let's go home." He fiddled with the inverted cross hanging from his left ear. "I hate this place."

He could tell Koan was about a million miles away, thinking back on the day he almost convinced himself to enter. There was only one place worth mentioning in Underground. The black market was a demon's one-stop shopping destination for the sort of entertainment experiences that would give humans the squirms.

Kyeran didn't want to remember his days of sleeping in gutters, eating chunks of rotted narbath flesh and running from the gar packs set on him by older demons who placed bets on how many stings he could take before he would beg for mercy. He didn't want to think about how his first two years in the human world were spent on a mattress in the basement of Koan's house, being paraded out for important guests like a prized pooch. He had proven he could be trusted not to piddle on their damn carpet. Enough said.

"Hey stupid, we're home." He wasn't even sure if the comment was for Koan's benefit or his own. They cut their engines at the same time, leaving the scooters for the servants to collect.

The servants hated him. They made no secret about it. If he wanted a clean room or fresh towels he could get them. Koan did intervene enough that they made his meals. Or maybe they were just afraid he'd grind up a few eyeballs in their teacups if they left him in the kitchen unsupervised. Whatever. Either way, the platter of sandwiches was enough to satisfy them both.

They pounded upstairs to their rooms. Koan dumped his purchases on his bed. He already knew exactly the right place for Sativa, between two earlier posters above his small dresser. Every piece of furniture in the room was black and he had a killer sound system. Every spare inch of wall space bore the leering, grinning, or grimacing face of a favorite demoness.

He grabbed a book entitled "Death's Kiss", crossing the hall to throw himself on Koan's bed. Koan had his own awesome surround sound with a TV that took up one full wall. Koan would be busy for a while, gawking at the contents of his closet. He'd stay in there until supper if Kyeran didn't intervene.

"Hey idiot, when you get tired of playing dress-up, come check this out. This guy actually draws us without those stupid, cheesy grins. He even left off the pitchforks." Kyeran grinned as Koan's eyes lingered on a demoness with a snake tattoo. In a rare moment of parental interest Koan's parents had forbidden him from hanging any demoness posters of his own but they could not prevent their son from looking. They sure as hell weren't going to tell Kyeran how to decorate. "Don't get too attached, dumbass. She'd eat you alive."

It was so easy to make Koan blush. How did humans ever find a mate with their faces giving them away like that? Kyeran's grin widened.

"Let's watch a movie. A real movie, not one of your stupid kiddie ones. It's no wonder human children are such idiots." Kyeran pulled the case from behind his back. "I picked it up on the black market while you were sleeping. What do you say, human? Think you can handle it?

"Bring it on, imp."

Kyeran had watched it through twice while Koan was sleeping. It was amazing to Kyeran how Koan could sleep. Not just that he could snooze for twelve solid hours but that he could fall asleep anywhere. He'd even fallen asleep in the bathtub once. Kyeran loved to see films and spoil the endings for Koan. Only needing two hours a night put him at an advantage that way. His eyes barely flickered to the screen. Koan's face was much more entertaining.

Story by Pureflower

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