2 The Cute Demon Girl, That Came From My Mirror

Hakaku was now standing in front of the girl who had fallen out of the mirror.

Her skin was pale, her eyes were bloody red, her teeth were sharp, her hair was brown with red streaks and she was wearing a pointy black tube top that connected to her dark red torn up skirt, along with two dark red horns on her head.

She was undoubtedly pretty.

Still, the question remained.

'Who the hell is she' Hakaku thought.

"Who the hell are you?" the girl asked.

"Wha-... My name is Hakaku Koyama. And who the hell would you be?

"Y-You actually answered... My name is Damaru Yakushtazushakata."

'That surname sounds like a baby mashed a keyboard and that's what they picked.'

"Did you fall out of my mirror."

"No. But what the hell are you doing in my—" the girl began saying, as she looked around, "Where am I? This isn't my castle. How did I get here? I was running away from... those guards and... Now I'm here?"

"You don't remember anything else?"

"No... Hey! Who are you to suddenly speak to me in such a manner? I am the Demon Lord's Daughter!"

'Wow! Is she for rea—'

"Step-daughter." Damaru finished her sentence.

"Whaaaaat?" Hakaku asked, disappointed.

"So your only the STEP-daughter of the Demon Lord?"

"Yeah. I don't really have any blood correlations with him." Damaru replied, "But still where the hell am I?"

"You're in Japan, Tokyo."

"Japan? You mean like in those stories?"

"Sto-ries?" Hakaku asked as he wondered, 'I thought she came from a fantasy world... But then how does she know about Japan?'

"But my husband isn't here. How do I get back?"

"I guess jump back through the mirror since that's how you got here."

"Sound stupid. I'm doing it."

Damaru said and leaped at the window hoping to pass through it.

Even though that's what she was doing, she just slammed into it and sled down.

"That... didn't... work..."

"Yeah..."

"Well... I guess I'm stuck here."

"Yup."

Damaru jumped up and smiled.

"Introduce me to this world, would you?"

"O-OK... Let's start with the basic stuff... What are those horns?" Hakaku yelled.

"I'm a demon! I obviously have horns!"

'Demon, huh. Yeah, that would make sense.' Hakaku thought.

"Well, you can't wear that in public. Neither can you wear the rest of you're outfit."

"Sooooo... What DO I wear?"

"Hold up a minute?" Hakaku said and ran off into the nearby closet.

Lucky for him, he had already opened and sorted his clothes.

Hakaku soon came out with a big red hoodie, grey sweatpants, a large white hoodie, and a pair of socks.

"Put these on." Hakaku said and handed the clothes to Damaru.

"OK... I'll go change in the room of clothes."

"Oh yeah, s-sure!"

Damaru then went into the closet and after a few minutes came out dressed in the clothes.

She was wearing the big red hoodie which was far too large for her, underneath a white oversized shirt, grey sweatpants that didn't quite suit her, and her socks which were the only things which really fit.

"H-How do I look?" Damaru asked blushing.

"Pretty bad, honestly, nothing I gave you really fits." Hakaku said being far too honest while sharing his opinion.

"Aaaaaah?!" Damaru replied surprised at Hakaku's cold reply.

"I don't have any petite clothes. Or any women's clothes for that matter. Since it doesn't look like you'll be heading back any time soon may as well head to the supermarket and buy you some actual clothes."

"Jeez... Well, I guess you are correct. Shall we go." Damaru replied?

"Yeah, let's go."