A goody two shoes. He would look that way at a glance. He knew all the rules by heart and he would more often than not lecture people for breaking them. Well, it came off that way at least. Really, his lecturing was just pointing out what rules they were breaking and how. He didn't usually give his own opinion on the matter because he didn't care. Really, the only time he did that was to Heather, because the rules she broke could kill her. Not quickly, perhaps, but she was putting her life in danger. He'd given up on lecturing her now, though. It was obvious she knew what she was doing and chose to do it anyway. He could understand that because he was doing the exact same thing.<br/><br/>The biggest difference between Ijemaru and Heather (as far as rule-breaking went) was that Heather chose to break the visible rules, and any rule that came up which opposed what she wanted to do. The rules Ijemaru broke were "invisible." They were planned out and secretive. He followed all the little rules, but shattered the big ones. Except one. Theft, torture, kidnapping, becoming a demon, he'd done all those in one form or another, but he'd yet to kill a human. Why? Kosuke wouldn't want that. And yes, that was the<span style="font-style: italic">only</span>reason. Really, the only reason people thought he followed the rules was that he was really good at breaking them. He'd pretty much decided that if he was going to share his secret with someone it would be Heather. He'd need some privacy for that, though.<br/><br/>There was a small ding and the intercom came on, hosting a female voice.<span style="font-style: italic">"Attention all passengers~ It's time for dinner. Come down to the dining call, tonight's special is sirloin steak!"</span><br/><br/>Ijemaru looked down at the feline barring him from going to eat dinner. If he were a demon already he'd be tempted to eat the damned thing. "Move," he warned it. Normally cats don't listen to people. Snickers wasn't listening to him. He gave the creature a simple innocent poke and she wigged out. She hissed and sprang off of him, scratching his legs with her claws as she did so, and she meowed like she was dying. The cat went to Heather, seeking comfort from whatever had gotten stuck up its ass and eventually quieted down. Then she looked at Ijemaru and hissed.<span style="font-style: italic">Either that cat's insane,</span>he thought,<span style="font-style: italic">Or I actually hurt it somehow.</span>He was tempted to look down at his hand as most people would when they thought they'd done something strange, but that would look suspicious. If he had looked down, he wouldn't have seen anything strange either. "Well," he stood up, "It's not surprising that animals hate me too. You should get that thing checked out though, I think there's something wrong with it." He walked out of them room toward the dining hall muttering, "I'm hungry."