Makoto did his best to look anywhere but at the miniscule figure of Bennia, who sat happily in his recliner eating a bowl of reheated take out. He was thankful that she did not require any form of exotic viands, as he only had normal foodstuffs to offer her for breakfast.
His thoughts turned to the sound of multiple sets of moving trucks in the small parking lot of the apartment building and the moving crews removing different families' belongings. Three days after thirty one Grim Reapers took up residence around his home in Kuoh, and an entire apartment building had been evacuated due to the unease of its quotidian Human occupants.
He was its final tenant.
Koneko expressed amusement at his situation every time he saw the Devil, which seemed to be becoming more and more often as she stopped by his home twice in the past three days. He supposed she missed him buying her sweets, even if it had only been a few days since the two took a trip into town. "Stop looking so Grim." Was becoming her favorite thing to say to him.
He made a mental note to ask Azazel if he knew of a quick way to make a few thousand yen in the supernatural world, because there was no way he was going to get a part time job while Devils, Fallen and now Grim Reapers were in almost constant contact with him.
It would be unfair to subject any fellow Human to such travesty. Perhaps he could use the group of Grim Reapers that proclaimed loyalty to him to form a bounty hunter group? That would certainly solve his money issues.
He nodded his head resolutely and made a plan to text Azazel with his proposition soon. He would have posed the question to Sirzechs, but Makoto found the leader of the Fallen much easier to stomach, even if he did have a depraved mind like Hyoudou did. Sirzechs was just… bubbly. It was sad when you had to call a man titled "Lucifer" bubbly.
"What are you going to do today, Death-Sama?" The cheerful voice of Bennia brought him from his reverie, causing him to look in her direction. She seemed to sense his discomfort about her lack of modesty, because she was sitting a bit more properly in the chair than before.
"School, like every weekday. I hope to meet with the leader of the Grigori today, as well." Makoto answered after a few seconds, leaning forward to stand from his seated position.
Bennia was quicker, however, and rushed to gather up his dishes before taking them to the kitchen instead of allowing him to do it himself.
"You don't have to do that." He said with a sigh, having experienced much the same over the past few days of having the purple haired Grim Reaper as a guest in his home. It was annoying at first, and it was annoying now. He was not a cripple, he could do his own dishes.
"You are letting me stay in your home, Death-Sama, and it is my duty as your servant!" Came her vehement voice from the kitchen, as well as the sound of cluttering dishes.
After a few seconds of standing there, contemplating moving out of the country of Japan, he decided that this was where he was going to stay, otherwise Igor and Elizabeth would have placed him elsewhere. "I am going. See you."
He grabbed his school bag and made his way out the door after feeling a familiar presence making its way to his apartment from the stairwell.
He nodded his greeting to Koneko, who nodded back before falling in step with Makoto as the two made their way down to the street level. As they were passing by the window that overlooked the street from his apartment, he caught his companion staring up at his home.
Poking her head around the curtains, Bennia was watching the two with a frown on her face. More specifically, she was looking at Koneko, and Koneko was looking back.
Both had a displeased look on their face. What? Do they know each other?
He raised his right brow at the girl in question, who shrugged her shoulders in response. She didn't further elaborate on the subject, so he decided to drop it. For now, at the very least. It seemed Bennia would be staying with him for the time being, as he just didn't have the heart to tell the minute Reaper to leave and he didn't want any problems between his only friend and his "Servant".
Especially knowing what type of God she had been forced to serve by her father and all she had been through.
The thought of Hades brought him a strong sense of Anger, and most of it did not even come from him. Thanatos seemed to roar and rage about the Sea of Souls at the mere mention of the name, and considering the fact that his Master now had qualms with the being, it was even more so vocal.
It was sad that Makoto could perfectly understand what Thanatos was "saying" to him.
Koneko seemed to notice his growing ire and poked him in between two ribs with a pout on her face.
"Stop that."
All thoughts of the God of the Dead disappeared, replaced with a small amount of pain and annoyance.
"Don't do that." Makoto stated in a bland tone, rubbing the spot lightly with his right hand.
"Stop it." Koneko stated again, poking him in the same spot the moment he dropped his hand.
"You stop first."
The two glared at each other before Koneko smiled lightly. Makoto had both eyebrows furrowed and a frown, not a pout, on his face as he looked at the now giggling Devil walking beside him. Since when did she giggle? The sound brought a small smile to his face, however, and lightened the mood he was feeling substantially.
Makoto had grown to truly appreciate the company Koneko provided him. It felt nice to have someone around him that he could actually let his guard down around, even if only a little. She did not know of his past, of his struggles, but neither did he know hers. Instead, the two just enjoyed the peace and quiet the other brought.
He did, however, know what her favorite sweets were. The two stopped at their usual shop on the way to class to pick up the girl enough snacks to last her the rest of the day. How she remained the diminutive size she was now with how many sweets she ate was beyond Makoto's comprehension.
Kiba, the Knight of Rias, was waiting at the gates of the school grounds. As the two approached, he looked up and a smile made its way across his face. "Yuuki-senpai, Koneko-chan, how are you two this morning?"
Makoto shrugged his shoulders before responding. "I am well. Can I help you, Yuuto-san?"
Kiba barely suppressed his wince at being so transparent, but nodded his head at the question before closing his eyes and bowing at the waist in Makoto's direction. "I was hoping you would spar with me this afternoon, Yuuki-senpai! Please do me the honor of seeing your legendary sword in action!"
The depraved giggles that came from the group of female third years that hung around caused Koneko to shoot them a withering look. Kiba was also on the receiving end of the look, causing him to scratch the back of his head nervously. That… didn't sound right.
Makoto ignored the Knight from that point on and made his way to homeroom, Koneko right behind him. Now he had to watch out for advances from Kiba. Great.