Efah
She did not know which was worse: waiting seven hours in a mansion full of enigmas, or waiting seven hours in a mansion full of enigmas with her siblings. At least if they suffered, they suffered together, and Efah really never protested to the prospect of suffering.
Hisoka. Her name was Hisoka Himitsu for now, and she knew it would be taxing to call her siblings human names. Although the youngest child was one of the least likely of the siblings to make a slip in public(as she never talked much in the presence of humans), it still worried her. They had to be conspicuous. The girl sat in the living room of the mansion, having set up a mirror there since she didn't much appreciate her room. The bed was not made with the finest of silks Hell had to offer, so she would reject making that her space. Sure, it may have been one of the most luxurious beds on Earth, bought with, Hisoka assumed, a lot of green paper, but it was mediocre. No, she would have to do without having somewhere to lay around and read.
Read. Human books were hardly of any worth to her either, but they still somehow managed to absorb her attention. The demon child's hands touched the thin pages, her fingers running over the ink typed so meticulously on the small, white canvas. Her dislike for human books originated from her frustration of not understanding human things. Why did the protagonist do those things? Why did he do such useless things? Well, She thought, shutting the book and setting it aside to rest on the couch, he's certainly no demon. She turned to face the mirror, somewhat perturbed by the blonde hair and fairer skin. She remembered sitting on the arm of her father's throne and wrinkling her nose in disgust when he mentioned that she and her elder sister had very similar physical traits. Now, perhaps she was thankful for that. Rivka had a.. nice face, even when she was on a conquest for blood. Rivka had a lot of nice things about her. No. Not Rivka. Mari. Well, they both had nice things about them.
She didn't really know what her brothers and sister were up to. The minute they arrived in the mansion, Abadd-- Kaito was already researching something, studying something, learning things, important things. And Adramel-- Takeo was.. she didn't really know what her older brother was up to actually. In the wee hours of the morning, the house had been rather quiet. They were all adjusting to their surroundings, getting to know their environment. It was about time to get ready for, Hisoka shuddered, school. The little demon tossed her hair to the side, beginning to create a loose, low braid. At least that would keep it out of the way. One of the things demons and humans had in common were similar hairstyles.
Hisoka stood and placed the mirror carefully against the wall in hopes it wouldn't fall and shatter. Or be knocked down and shatter. There were so many things she hated about this world, and delicate products were one of them. Beginning to hear some kind of commotion in the house(God knew what), she picked up her boots at the end of the couch and began tying them on. Her outfit wasn't much. To be a human, one had to wear something according to the type of weather, and since Japan was cold in October, she simply wore the outfit the Nanny suggested before they were sent to this god-forsaken place. What was she to know about human apparel?
All of the siblings were stocked with clothes. She had a feeling they were probably meant to live in the human world at same point if Father fretted over some silly mansion. This was where he stayed in his times on Earth, and yet the house was so untouched and opulent. Not for long. Definitely not for long. When Hisoka had gotten ready, she stretched her arms as high as she could(it was a very pleasant feeling to stretch, she found out) and walked over to the door.
"It's time to go." Even though she did not yell the statement, she knew her siblings would hear her. Maybe they were just as on edge as she was, except perhaps Takeo. He always had an air of confidence around him. They didn't call him the Silver Tongue for nothing. It made her realize what a silly title she had herself. Mari's was so strong and intimidating. The Precursor of Lightning. Kaito really had no title other than The Third Sibling, but he was probably the most infamous sibling in Hell, or at least the most interesting to talk about. Hisoka knew he certainly interested her.
It was safe to say that they all certainly interested her in their own little ways.
Tatsuya
It was the same routine every morning. His little brother was his alarm clock. In the night, he would get frightened by Tatsuya's ridiculous stories about ghosts and end up crawling into the futon with him. Maybe he had deserved it, though, but it was still irritating because his other younger brother would never get scared. Anyway, the teenager would always wake up with a mess of curls below his nose, and a small body pressed up against his own, and god, he hated how nice he was to his siblings. So, after being rudely awakened, Tatsuya would get up, get ready, and take the subway to school early in the morning. Mostly because of his tour guides and lost puppies asking for directions. He should have been paid for his job. He really should have been paid.
If his family had so much money, he didn't know why they couldn't just buy a car or something and take him to school. The metro was always so crowded, and well, what if he was stabbed in the dark hours of morning? Then, Tatsuya thought, smirking as he sat down in one of the seats, I guess Ryo-san would have to come to my rescue again. He didn't know why his friend saved him that day, and he certainly didn't know why they stuck around each other for so long after, but he did know that Ryota was probably the only person he considered "friend" at Karui High School. Everyone else was so.. annoying. Yes, even if Tatsuya had a charming smile and a whimsical way with words, he still had feelings. He still hated girls staring at him, and maybe on some level, that was why Ryota and Tatsuya related so well and had some kind of understanding for each other.
Walking up to the open gates of the school, he saw some dedicated kids already walking up to the doors to study early or something. The boy walked inside and took a seat in the student lounge, waiting for those new kids to arrive. Siblings, he heard, four of them and in each different grade. All Tatsuya could think was that their parents must have gotten busy pretty quickly. Damn.
