Cecil turned, looking Arisa over carefully, taking in the way her skin shone from the hydration from the swim practice.  Normally, students complained that the chemicals in the water dried their skin out, but somehow this enigmatic girl was different.  Things that normally detracted from most people only seemed to make her more appealing.  His ears heard the sound of stocking rubbing against stocking, the sway of her hips causing the silken limbs to rub together, and making the inside of his ear itch.  Gods, but he wasn't used to these sensations yet.<br/><br/><strong>"I-I haven't been waiting long.  I was just trying to make heads from tails from this book of prophecies.  It doesn't really describe me, you know.  Sometimes it refers to a woman, sometimes to a man.  Sometimes I am exalted and rise above creation, other times I'm dragged down to the depths of sin and hell.  How the hells do you guys actually plan your lives around this, let alone mine?"</strong>A hint of annoyance touched his voice, not at her, more at the jumble of discordant predictions, most vague enough that they could be fulfilled by random chance.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course there's trouble.  There's always trouble, Arisa.  I'm beginning to miss having a life, you know"</strong>He sighed, but thinking back to that first night, he knew that he couldn't stop now.  Not while there remains yet more creatures to slay.<strong>"Do you know it's been a whole month since I even had enough private time t-  Well, ah ..."</strong>, he trailed off quietly, before thinking on his feet,<strong>"enough private time to do homework?  And that's not even counting my lack of a love life."</strong>, he lamented as Arisa pulled the map out.  He moved closer to her, accidentally brushing his hand against hers as he steadied the map, looking at the area that she had marked on it.  The area was one he had been to before, although there hadn't been any monsters in it before; in fact, it seemed a fairly mundane location for there to be a group of demons unless...<br/><br/><strong>"Please tell me you're not leading me into the culverts again.  Why can't these monsters live in quaint homes or in pampered skyrises?"</strong><br/><br/>Without further complaint, though, he didn't even wait for Arisa's reply.  Stowing the aged leather tome in his backpack, he walked over to the motorcycle that the Order had given him after his first week of not getting killed.  To 'get to locations faster and increase slaying efficiency' he had been told, and frankly, he wasn't complaining about it in the least.  Kickstarting the machine with a practiced ease, Cecil brought the engine to a loud purr of readiness as he waited for Arisa to climb on behind him.  In truth, Cecil loved their motorcycle rides.  Or rather, he loved feeling her cling against him during those motorcycle rides.<br/><br/>It made him feel powerful.  It made him feel special.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>The journey was uneventful and quick, the slim vehicle able to make far better time than a typical car would have, especially when one cut to and fro through traffic.  The chosen one was clearly letting this go to his head, and yet compared to some of the candidates, ones that had ended up declaring themselves gods and had to be eliminated, well... the occasional reckless driving ticket was small time.<br/><br/>When they finally arrived on location, Cecil stood near the entrance to the storm drain, waiting for Arisa to be ready, waiting for his favourite part... the part where she changed.  Watching that was worth trudging around in a culvert to see, he'd decided.  He also waited for his own manifestation of power.  No need to go down there unarmed, afterall, even if the scary demonhuntress would have been able to claim all of them on her own.