6 Adjusting (Ch 6)

The next morning when she awoke to the bare white walls of the small room, she thought she was back with her father, imprisoned. Jumping up growling, she raised a flaming fist about to burn the walls down before she remembered her perhaps rash decision and who's tiny house she was in.

"Ahem. Goodmorning" Thomas stood in the doorway, the door open. His hair was somehow standing straight up with the exception of some side pieces which stuck out at the sides making it obvious he just woke up. "Please don't burn down my home, it's small but it's all I have. I heard you yell, is everything okay?"

"Such a tiny room" Sitri scoffed, "felt like I was in a coffin." She threw her arms out angrily, but extinguishing the fire. Her father had often punished her by locking her in coffins or small basements alone for months if she messed up. Another reason she hated bare walls.

His eyebrow raised. The Queen of Hell, afraid if small enclosed places? He made a mental note of it and coughed.

"Well anyways, if you'd like to get changed..." She still had not changed from the night before and he was doing his best keeping his eyes modestly averted. "I have cereal and milk in the kitchen. I don't have much else."

"While I change you might want to brush your hair." Sitri smirked at his bedhead, "Or perhaps just cut it all off. That mop is not cute honey."

He ran his hand over his hair, trying to get it flatten a bit, his face flushed.

"I just haven't had the time" He mumbled. "I'll get a haircut after work."

Sitri waved her hand, "Don't worry about it. I'll cut it."

Thomas looked at her skeptically. "I'll pass but thank you."

"I used to cut my both my brothers hair. Just trust me.'

"You have brothers? And you had said Lucifer is your dad right?" His blue eyes widened in curiosity.

Sitri laughed, amused, "Two half brothers yes. Lucider was our father but we overthrew him and as the eldest.." She made a cursory half bow "I took the throne. Turns out ruling a bunch of demons is not all that fun. So I'm here. End of story time. Where are your scissors?"

Acknowledging she didn't want anymore questions, he answered simply "They're in the kitchen. You know I never actually agreed right?"

"Trust me, you'll thank me. Get them and your hairbrush and maybe something on the floor if you don't want hair everywhere. I better get changed" She winked at him and closed the door.

He thought he was the one that was supposed to be ordering her around but he found himself getting the things she asked and putting newspaper on the floor.

In her room she snapped her fingers, she was now dressed in tight black leather pants and a low cut black tank top. Complete with a white apron for the hair. Ready, she walked out.

As she came in, he glanced at her outfit. It was a bit better, although he already noticed her slightly different prefence of wardrobe. The apron was cute though, almost gave her a softer tone. He started at the thought, no he could not be calling this demon cute.

"Hairbrush" She demanded. He gave it to her almost meekly. She took it and began to brush his hair. She ran her fingers through his hair as she brushed, deftly untangling his hair and making it more manageable.

He almost moaned, enjoying the massaging of her fingers in his hair. He was surprised at how hungry he was for human touch. At which point he froze. She wasn't human.He would have to remember that.

Hair brushed, she began taking chunks of hair in her hand and hacking off massive pieces. He gulped nervously, was it going to be some inane hack job? He really was letting a demon give him a haircut.

She cut it off a few inches from his head and went around fixing the edges, and giving him a set of bangs. She missed his hair lightly giving him an airy look.

"There." She grinned at her work "Now you're almost cute."

He looked at her doubtfully but went to his room look in the mirror, taking his time as he was unsure if what he'd see. And he had work in an hour.

He almost didn't recognize himself. He tilted his head both ways, the cut really brought out his cheekbones minus the stubble. The shorter cut was going to be a lot easier to groom he had to admit, and it looked pretty good. He supposed he'd have to thank her before he went to work. Maybe he should trim up his facial hair too.

Aftwe he properly groomed himself, he got dressed for work, a grey suit with a blue tie to match his eyes. He glanced in the mirror as he passed. He almost whistled at himself, damn he looked good he thought to himself. He hadn't bothered taking care of himself in quite a while and he forgot how much of a difference it made.

He stepped outside and Sitri was waiting for him in the kitchen. Still in her white apron, in her hand she had a big plate a pancakes.

"Breakfast is ready." She actually didn't mind cooking as she often cooked for her brothers; the cooks of hell often having different opinions on what "good food was", often demon animal guts; and her brother now did it for his human. So she decided it would be one of her tasks on her road to completing the contract. Maybe if he didn't have to cook and he was eating better food, he'd be happier and he'd have more time to seek whatever his "ultimate happiness".

His eyebrow raised. First a haircut and now he was being served pancakes homemade by the Queen of Hell? He didn't know if he'd ever adjust to this.

"I didn't even know I had pancake mix." He said surprised.

"Pancakes are pretty basic to make with a few simple ingredients you luckily had. We should probably buy some later. She reached into her pocket and brought out a handful of gems and gold jewelry.

"How much will this fetch?" She asked, looking at him expectantly.

"Um.. well that's very expensive.. yeah" He swallowed. He'd never been so close to so much but we actually have a different way of paying. You'd have to sell that to get our currency." He pulled a few bills from his pocket "This is all I have right now, about fifty dollars. See this is a twenty. This ones a ten, and two fives."

Sitri took one of the bill's and raised it in the air.

"What the hell is this? Paper? How is this worth anything?" She stared at him with disbelievment. "Can we make it?"

"Well it's more what people THINK it's worth. It used to be backed by actual gold and silver but now it's just a mess. Everything is. And no, that would be illegal!"

"Hm, yes well" She replied dryly throwing the bill back towards him "Humans do have a good way or ruining things. You will teach me how to exchange my gems for... pieces of dirty used paper since it's so.." She rolled her eyes, "illegal" to make new paper. Humans. Bah."

"Well it's special paper, let's just go with that" He sighed. "We can do that after work, meanwhile you can.."

He trailed off. He never even thought about what he'd do with the demon when he was at work. Was she okay at home by herself? He didn't want to come home to the house burned down but then how would she be helping him fulfill the contract if she did that?

"I'll come with you of course" She interrupted his thoughts. "I didn't leave Hell to sit around a coffin." She gestured at his bare walls and her eye twinkled mischievously "And aren't I supposed to protect you as a bodyguard? How can I do that from home?"

"Well you can't go dressed like that.. there are rules of conduct." He rubbed his arm tensely.

"Oh right. I apologize" She snapped her fingers and she now had on a black ladies suit jacket over her low top. She tied her hair up in a few deft moves into a sleek black ponytail. "Do I look like a business woman now?" She made a small flourish with her hands before laughing. "No matter, I can just charm them all anyways."

"Uhhh.. yes. No, you look exactly like a business woman. You hardly have to charm them at all.." He chuckled awkwardly. If a business woman looked like she was a supermodel about to peel away on a motorbike. He pinched the palm of his hand, there he was again thinking of her as beautiful. She was a demon, nothing would ever be possible and it was silly to think otherwise.

"Great" She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling. "Well, shall we get going then?"

"I guess so.. only because you seem so excited" He said begrudgingly, holding open the door for her "Off to work we go."