Forever

Chapter 1

F/N : Fake name
F/S : Fake surname

"Let's see... some potatoes, carrots, apples." I listed, going through my basket of fruits. Once satisfied, I smiled and turned around.

Only for someone to crash into the ground right in front of me.

I blinked once, twice.

I looked down.

There was a crater.

In the crater laid a battered and bruised black haired. There was a demon marking located above his left eye. I titled my head to the side. "Oh that was unexpecting." I spoke.

I layed my basket down next to me and jumped into the crater to the middle. I gently picked up the boy (whom was currently unconscious) and I jumped out the crater. Landing, I picked up my basket and proceeded to walk back to my village.

I whistled a tune on my way.

Wonder who this guy is? I mean, obvious he's a demon but what lead him to being so injured? I thought.

"I'll just have to wait and ask." I spoke, watching as the outlines of my village came into view. When I entered, the villagers had given me weird looks though I ignored them all. I specifically made sure to hide the boy's demon mark.

I could see my house in the distance and quickened my pace slightly.

"Hey F/N!"

I froze.

Shit!

With a deep breath, I turn around and face Griffin with a smile. "Why hello there Griffin. What brings you to me today?" I asked with a tight smile.

"I wanna know why you have that strange boy with you!" He spoke, crossing his arms. "Well Griffy, finding the injured and tending to their wounds is just common manners, now if you'll excuse me." I spoke before turning around, ready to run away.

Griffin ran in front of me. "That doesn't qualify as an answer!" He told me. I felt the boy I carried stir slightly. "Well Griffin, you don't qualify as a conversationalist." I spoke, side stepping him and walking to my house.

I opened the door.

"Mark my words F/S, one day I'll catch onto one of your schemes and you'll be kicked out of th-"

I slammed the door before he could continue. That kid, I shook my head, walking to my bedroom. I placed the basket on the kitchen counter on my way there. Once there, I placed the boy down on my bed and went to my drawer for my first-aid-kit.

I take out bandages, cotton balls, some antiseptic, a needle, thread and safety scissors. That's all I think I'll need for now. I walk back to the boy and tend to his wounds (which were very life-threatening).

I took the scissors and slowly cut through the material of his shirt, making sure to not cause anymore damage.

I looked at the gaping wound on his hip.

The hell did this person go through!?

I take the cotton and add antiseptic onto it. I then dab the cotton onto the boy's wounds, cleaning it of any infections.

He winces slightly.

I continue nonetheless.

In the end I used more than 10 balls of cotton. I go ahead and throw away the bloody cottons before taking the needle and thread and stitching his wounds closed. I then wrap the boy's body in bandages and cloths. Once done I place him under my sheets and go to my bathroom to wash my hands.