Oh yeah, nothing like a <i>gift</i> to make you look crazier than than the world around you. You kept your gaze to the ground, silently cursing it.

'<i>There's so many out today... I should- no, I don't have time for this. I have errands to run,</i>' You glance up and spot the blue post box, not carrying about the figure crouched on top of it. Taking out t letter you were meant to send out, you beeline for the postbox. You reach to open the box but a hand places itself on the little handle, keeping the door close.

"Please move your hand," You request quietly, not looking at the owner of the hand.

"You can see me?" A smooth voice inquires. Shit. Silently kicking yourself for not realizing it, you glance up to meet silver eyes. You pause, what a handsome face. And then you see the black tail swaying behind him. Double shit. You swiftly drop your gaze and pull the handle open, fighting with the hand and slipping the letter in before swiftly turning around and walking away briskly, but it follows you.

'<i>Shouldn't have looked...</i>' You think, sensing those silvery eyes observing you.

"You <i>can</i> see me, how strange." It muses. You feel something touch your cheek and flinch. Dammit body! "And you can <i>feel</i> me... Interesting. Are you ignoring me human?" It glides into your path and once again you make the mistake of meeting the demon's silvery orbs. Dammit. He smirks at you. "You are ignoring <i>me</i>..."

'<i>Shit... I never had to face one of <b>them</b> before... Should I continue to ignore him?</i>' You wonder, looking past him and going to walk around him. He moves into your way at the lost moment and you bump into him. Shit. He touches his tan, ripped, and tattooed chest in surprise.

"You can walk through me either... Yet you're a living human," He marvels circling you in interest. Alright, the demon was starting to scare you. You swiftly move away from him, starting for home and muttering a prayer under your breath to keep the demon from following you. You glance back after a few minutes and don't see anything. You relax.

"Close..." You mutter before continuing to home. You walk into the house. "Mom? I got everything," You call.

"Welcome home ___! Did you have fun?" You dad asks.

"Kinda," You murmur.

"___! Do you know where I put that business form!?" Your mom calls back. You look to your dad.

"Office, top drawer," He tells you.

"Did you check the top drawer in your office desk?" You ask loudly. There's a pause and you hear her go into her office.

"How do you <i>do</i> that?" She asks.

"It's a gift," You answer with a shrug while your dad chuckles with a grin.

"I'm a gift~" He chuckles. You smile and shake your head.

"You're also a dork," You murmur, only making him laugh. Your mom comes into the room, passing through your dad. She pauses, catching his scent before shaking her head briefly and kissing your forehead.

"Thanks girlie~ I'll see you tomorrow after school!" She chimes before heading out to work. The door closes and you share a look with your dad.

"Cookies!" He suddenly cheers, going through the wall and into the kitchen.

"Dad, no..." You object but you could already hear the clatter of cabinets and dishes.

"Come on! Your mom's been stressed! Help me out you know I can't lift the flour yet!" He says in a pitiful voice, looking around the corner to give you puppy dog eyes.

"Alright! Alright Already!" You sigh, going into the kitchen to help your ghostly father make cookies. The blond ghost some how trips trying to slide the flour off the shelf. You swiftly catch him and the flour, falling on your butt. "Dad, you need to lose some ghost pounds." You muse, poking his side. He chuckles and leans away.

"No fair ___," He chuckles. "You're not ticklish," He pouts.

"That's your fault... I still don't understand how a ghost can be so clumsy," You say, standing up and starting to measure everything.

"You're telling me!" He sighs. You pat his shoulder.

Your fathers name is Rocinante, he died when you were young, but to you, it's like he never did. He was the first spirit you met, and not the last. Though you had tried to tell your mom about your- <i>gift</i>, she never could accept it, in fact you believe she was afraid of it, and worried about your sanity. So, at age twelve, you never brought it up again. Which was fine, either way you still had your adorably clumsy dad to talk to.

"Hey dad,"

"Hm?"

"You ever met a demon before?" You ask, remembering the incredibly attractive creature you had came nose to nose with earlier. Your dad pauses, looking to you worriedly.

"No, why?" He inquires.

"I... Accidentally made eye contact with one earlier... And he seemed interested in me..." You admit. Rocinante's jaw dropped and you could've sworn fire flickered in his eyes. Uh oh, here comes overprotective dad.

"A demon better not be interested in my baby! I'll kick his ass!!" He declares, starting for the door in a huff.

"Relax dad, I said those prayers the exorcist taught me and he left." You call after him, putting the cookies in the oven.

"I don't give a damn! I'm still gonna patrol for the little bastard!!" He yells. You sweatdrop.

"Of course you are..."

<i>"___! Go hide quickly! And don't come out no matter what you hear!"

"B-but daddy!"

"Go. Now!"

"Hello little brother!"

<b>BANG! BANG!</b> </i>

You sit up with a gasp, a cold sweat cover your visible skin.

"Nightmare I presume?" A voice asks and you look to the foot of your bed to might a pair of silvery orbs.

"You..."