Boy meets Boys...(REDGRIM-Lon)

The small boy wondering and fumbling around sleepily with a deep rage building inside as he held the key to his new life in his hands. Wandering the hall ways as he struggled to find out where to go as he went floor by floor, passed countless rooms in an endless hallway until that final moment. Before the boy was a door, and upon this door were the numbers he seeked.

1013

The boy read this number in his head as he proceeded to insert the key slowly before turning it carefully. As the door flew open as the smell of a human, no many humans. What kind of room was this as the small boy entered his eyes were too sleepy to look clearly as he entered he just went straight into the bathroom first as he locked the door. He was not sure what the room was like yet, but he would check out this room mate he was going to be with before going to sleep. He could not just go to sleep around some strange human.

He undressed and took a shower as he washed out all the dirt of the day, and some of the blood from his earlier mishaps that day. He began to wonder what his room mate would be like, would it be an ordinary human, some cool weirdo, a scientist or handler to watch over him. There was also the possibility that this guy was one of those information guys who stole information on experiments, while he was an ancient demon he also understood he was an experiment and for some reason the humans had felt he should be a weapon. How can he be a weapon, then would that not make everything on earth a weapon. These humans were always confusing as his shower continued for several minutes before he grabbed a towel and sniffed it to check if it was clean, when he detected no human scent he used it to dry off then got out his light blue pajamas with the white clouds on them. He then put the towel around his hair as he opened the door to get a look at his room.

After the group’s success in capturing yet another dangerous beast that dwelled the outskirts of the forest the school’s name was coined after, they were once again confined to their dorm room due to beast hunting being too ‘out of their league’, as administration stated anyway. Lon didn’t understand what was so wrong about it, his clones were perfectly safe to take on any beast of any size considering that any injury on them meant nothing to the real Lon. Either way, the clones were getting fairly antsy with the fact that they were being bottled up the way they were.

The six versions of Lon laid about the room, one and two being splayed on the bed while the third was sat in between them reading some comic book about a detective chimp. The fourth clone was leaning against the far wall, looking at their lack of window. The final two were pacing around in different patterns, the fifth doing zigzags in no specific order while the sixth preferred doing his in a straight line from one end to the next.

“…Would a loaf of toasted bread be called a loaf of toast?” Lon 1 asked in order to break the spree of silence. “Think about it, you don’t call toasted bread toasted bread, you call it toast, so wouldn’t you call it a loaf of toast?”

All activity stopped as the one Lon spoke, most, if not all the clones staring directly at the boy who raised the inquiry. Lon 4 face palmed at the mere notion of the question, yet Lon 2 and Lon 6 nodded along as though they were following what he was saying. Before another word could be spoken, however, a very young looking boy just waltzed into their room like he owned the place and meandered his way over to the bathroom. Two of the Lons watched in oddity, while the other four looked away a mere couple seconds after he entered the room, not thinking much of it.

“When did we get a roommate?”

“I thought we were our own roommate?”

“Just because he walked in here doesn’t mean he’s our roommate…”

“Well, he walked in here so naturally, I’m guessing he’s our roommate. If he wasn’t he’d probably ask us to use the shower.”

“Maybe he’s just really rude.”

“You guys are changing the subject, loaf of toast, yay or nay?”

“You sound like an idiot. No one is going to go around saying that something is a loaf of toast. When have you ever seen a loaf of toast? Trick question, none of us have. When would you ever call something a loaf of toast?”

“I dunno, maybe when they make the bread they leave it inside the oven longer in order to make it a loaf of toast.”

“Like how they make croutons?”

“Nah, croutons have herbs and spices on them. I’m talking about right out of the toaster toast.”

From just hearing that, good luck trying to figure out which was talking. Anyways, as the boy emerged from the bathroom, dressed in his cloudy pyjamas and towel in his hair, two of the clones approached him, though didn’t cluster around him too closely. Neither were too happy by the fact they had to share their territory with some boy they didn’t know, but the held a neutral expression regardless. Lon 4, the one still leaning against the wall didn’t show as much of an optimistic expression, though that was probably why he wasn’t one to quickly greet the new kid.

Anyways, the one of the two Lons (Lon 6 and Lon 5) introduced himself with “uh, do you live here?” which prompted his cloned companion to elbow him in the gut for his rudeness. He wheezed a bit, but proceeded to correct himself with “I mean, hi we’re Lon, for we are many” slowly regaining strength in his voice as he did.

The boy met the men who he would be sharing the room with as he looked down then looked back to them and down again.

"Are you my room mates?"

As he looked to be decisively deciding in what way to deal with this army of cluttered bodies filling his room as he then glared towards all of them. Their numbers were threatening, but the truth was so many people meant that this guy was a ninja. Ninja's were creatures who hid in the shadows and had anywhere from ten to a hundred clones. He was on the verge of raging as he did not like sharing his room with a human. Ninja's might be super human, but they were still human. As far as Kotaro was concerned humans were a plague and the demons were the cure. However he was merciful and would allow these bugs to live among them.

He did not like that he was sharing and he did not care that they had to. He was hoping that soon he would be able to kick out these home wreckers before finding himself a new room mate. He began to wonder if he could swap room mates and soon it came to be that his mind would soon be set at ease as he awaited the reply that would begin the journey of the little Kotaro

Lon 4 shot the still damp boy a glare as he spoke. Something about this boy was off, the clone could tell just by the way he looked and talked. To be fair though, almost every student in the school had something vastly different and polarizing about them anyway, so it was an easy assumption to make. That being said, the Lon was a bit jagged on what he was hiding considering that he could range from a variety of different things and if they were sharing a room then he would have to know something about him. It wasn’t like there was a lot of space so that they could avoid each other.

Every other clone didn’t seem to have that sort of bias clouding their mind, frankly half of them weren’t even paying attention to the conversation considering the fact that there were already two of them dividing their combined attention to their roommate. Two of them were still in a deep debate on the whole ‘Loaf of Toast’ conversation.

“Hrm, lemme check” Lon 5 replied as he turned back to his other brethren. “Who’s our new roommate?” he loudly questioned the rest of the population of the room.

The Lon who was sat upon the bed and reading a comic book lowered the magazine for a brief moment and looked to the ceiling as he browsed through his memory. “Uh, I think his name started with a K. I don’t remember it exactly, but it was something funny sounding” Lon replied as he brushed off his comic and went back to reading.

Lon 5 nodded in an understanding manner and turned his attention back to the demon in disguise. “If your name starts with a K, then yes I think you’re in the right place” he replied and then presented his hand to allow them to shake. Lon personally preferred that he had no roommate whatsoever considering that their room was already crowded enough, but he supposed he had to at least pretend to get along with him for as long as they were grouped together. He was only now wishing that he got that Dorm Leader position, that way he wouldn’t have to put up with anyone.

The army of siblings or clones were so many as he was simply glad he could count them on his hand since anything passed the number ten was tough and passed twenty he ran out of fingers and toes to rely on. The one guy said he should let him check if he had a room mate. They seemed to ask who was their new room mate. Did they not check these things before hand as he waited a bit impatiently. He was tapping the floor with his a foot softly so it made no sound but a dent began to form.

The one guy said his name sounded funny and then he was offered the dirty hand of a clone or human or sibling as he tried to figure it out. The small boy Kotaro was getting a headache then just got really upset and began shouting hysterically like a little girl. "My name is not funny, show some respect and do not touch me with your dirty hands you filthy human slave or human they both equally bad."

The little demon was annoyed to a great degree by these multiple humans as he was thinking of having a room change request made right away as he began to get even more tense.