Disclaimer: I do not own The Demon Ororon. I just fell in love with the Romeo-and-Juliet-like romance tragedyness of it. I own all the original characters though.

I Don't Love You Anymore
CHAPTER 1

The nightmares didn't stop. It seemed like they were just on repeat, repeat, repeat. They just wouldn't stop. It's been six years since my first love died. And the nightmares hadn't stopped since then.

What are the nightmares? The day he died. The way he died. The deaths he left us with. The destruction he left us with. Those first days of running. All that were being played over and over again in my head.

Why does God do this to me? Is it some kind of reminder that I'm not normal. That even though everything has gotten better, has gotten back to normal, that I wasn't normal.

I travelled after the death of my first love. Shiro and Kuro followed around for a while before they decided to go back to Japan and make Lika insane. Miss Lucy disappeared sometime soon after. But that didn't bother me. I was still trying to deal with the tragedy.

Othello funded me with the journeys that I took. I travelled around the world many times before I realised that I was finally over Ororon. That was one year ago.

Life was good. I thought life was good. I believed life was good. But it was going to go downhill straight away. Because as soon as life looked good in my eyes, something disastrous happened.

He was back.

Chiaki woke up with a jolt. Michael stirred and rolled around in the bed next to her. She dropped back down and sighed. Listening to the sirens and engines of cars travelling down the streets of the city.

"What's wrong?" grumbled Michael. He peeked open an eye and peered at Chiaki. "The nightmares again?"

Chiaki sighed and looked away from him.

"Chiaki, you need to tell me about the nightmares. It'll help." Michael mumbled as he edged closer to her.

Chiaki paused and continued watching the moonlight filtering through the window. "No, I'm sorry. I can't. Not yet."

"Morning Chiaki!" said her co-workers joyfully.

"Morning." she replied quietly.

She hated it when they put all their attention to her. She was quite reserved. And that's why they were very interested in her. That's why Michael is interested in her.

"So, how's your morning." chirped Martha. It wasn't a question. It was a statement that she needed to tell Martha whatever was on her mind.

"Normal," Chiaki said.

"Normal?" Martha took a step back, "wow, talk about a surprise? No, seriously. Care to elaborate?"

Chiaki propped her things into her locker out the back. Martha followed as she walked back out to the main part of the shop. "Nope. As I said, nothing special happened."

Martha paused and watched her as she started to start her shift. Chiaki noticed Martha watching, "what?"

Martha crossed her arms, "Why do you refuse to tell me things? If you keep doing it, I'll stop being your friend."

Chiaki laughed, "see, that doesn't work. If you really meant it, you would already be an ex-friend."

Martha stamped playfully, like a little kid having a tantrum, "damn it Chiaki! You're just so mysterious! I need to find out more about you!"

"I'm sorry, I just don't like laying my problems on other people." Chiaki explained.

"Ah, so you do have problems." Martha said thoughtfully. "Do you tell Michael your problems?"

Chiaki slowed down her proceedings and sighed, "no. Not yet."

"Not even Michael?" grunted Martha, "look, honey, sometime or another, you will need to tell him something about your life. I mean you are engaged to him after all."

Chiaki looked down at the ring. It wasn't an extravagant one. But it was still beautiful and the thought that someone had been so loving that they had put up so much of her secrecy that they were willing to marry her made her feel warm on the inside. It had been a while since the last time that happened.

"Once you get married to him, I'm pretty sure it's bound by, like, law or something that you need to tell your husband or your wife," Martha paused, "or maybe both! Did you hear? Mrs. Gilden was caught being in two marriages at once? To a man and a woman. I mean, that's crazy, right?"

Chiaki smiled. She had to admit to herself, life was really good right now.

Chiaki sighed as she sat down at the back. It was her break time and she was exhausted. Waitressing was hard work. Even in America. She took out her lunch out of her bag and unwrapped it. Michael had made it for her and she smiled to herself before starting to eat.

"Like, oh my God!" Martha burst into the back room and came straight to Chiaki.

"What? What is it?" Chiaki asked, a bit worried. Martha look flustered. And was she blushing? Martha never blushed.

"You know how you're a foreigner, right?" Martha started annoyingly.

"Yes." murmured Chiaki.

"I full on, like, saw another foreigner. In our shop. Right now. And he, is, gorgeous." Martha basically gargled in adoration.

Chiaki paused, "a foreigner? What kind of foreigner?"

"He's like you. Japanese. I think. He looks Japanese anyways," Martha answered.

Chiaki slowly stood and approached the door.

"Oh, yeah, and he hit on me too. He seemed genuinely interested." Martha mumbled.

"Yeah? So why aren't you out there and hit on him bad?" Chiaki said as she turned around to face Martha.

Martha's face dropped. "Oh yeah, I remembered. He asked for you."

"Asked for me?" Chiaki repeated in disbelief.

"Yeah, I know right? I mean, why not talk to me while I was there anyway?" Martha mumbled, feeling sorry for herself.

Chiaki ignored her and peered slowly through the crack of the door and searched for the man. She found him and she gasped and then sighed.

Why is he here? Why is here now? She thought to herself.

As Martha rambled on about why don't foreigners ever go for her, Chiaki sucked in a deep breath and walked out the door straight to the table with the foreigner. She hoped she seemed confident enough even though she could feel her legs shaking all the time she took walking not five metres to the table.

"What do you want Othello?" Chiaki said coldly.

"Really?" Othello laughed, "is that how you should treat an old friend? An old pal?"

Chiaki shrugged.

"I did pay for all those trips around the world for you didn't I? Doesn't that qualify me as a close friend?" Othello asked playfully.

"Fair enough, fine." Snapped Chiaki, then in a playful, fake tone, "How are you Othello, my friend? It's been such a long time. We need to catch up some time."

"Yeah, actually we do need to catch up some time. We need to catch up now." Othello said in a much more serious tone.

Chiaki paused, it wasn't like Othello to be serious. He was more the 'hide your fears and pain under the joking around' type. He was rarely serious. Even when she broke down six years ago. He told her to show some love to people. And to show some love meant flipping the bird at them.

"Why?" Chiaki snapped, "I've actually started getting used to life here. No angels trying to kill me. No demons trying use me to take over the world and everything connected to it. And you know what? It started becoming normal as soon as you left me alone."

Othello shook his head. "No Chiaki, you don't understand. It seems like Heaven, is collapsing on itself right now. Because God ordered the angels not to kill you. Even if you are a half-angel."

Chiaki stopped breathing for a second as what Othello just said sunk in really slowly.

"And there are no demons after you, because, oh wait, that's right, there was only one demon that was after you. And he's dead. So please, drop your attitude on me. It's really tiring to put up a happy persona. Especially when I need to deal with someone as pessimistic as you." Othello sighed, "look. I genuinely wanted to catch up with you right now. How many years has it been since you said hello to Shiro? Or to Kuro? To Lika? I thought she was your best friend."

Chiaki slumped her head down.

"Hell, even Miss Lucy is starting to miss you."

"Alright!" snapped Chiaki, "fine. I understand where you're getting at. I'm sorry I haven't been in touch, alright? Life here was hard at first okay? I was busy."

"For three years?" Othello asked quietly, "You know, all those transactions coming out, they were my only indications that you were still alive. You know how I felt when I realised they had stopped?"

Chiaki looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Chiaki, I went into depression! Yes, demons can get depressed. Any living being can." Othello exclaimed a little to loudly for Chiaki's comfort, "and if it got me depressed, can you imagine how it affected the others too?"

Chiaki had tears rolling down her eyes, "I'm sorry." she sobbed.

Othello slumped his head into his hands and groaned. "There I go again. Damn it!" He rubbed his eyebrows. "You know, when I found out that you were still alive. I was overjoyed." he mumbled quietly and softly.

Chiaki wiped her tears away and was alarmed to see that the whole cafe had gone silent and was watching them. Even Martha.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I'm at work right now. I get off at ten. We can talk then." Chiaki said, pained that she was just basically shooing him off till it suits her. But he understood. He stood up and put on his his black suit top over his white shirt.

"I'll be waiting outside across the street when you finish." Othello mumbled and walked out.

Chiaki uncomfortably walked back into the back room as the customers and the other staff continue to watch her before going on with their lives.

She sat down onto the seat and looked at her sandwich. She wasn't hungry anymore.

Martha came and sat down next to her. "You knew that guy?"

Chiaki slowly nodded, "he was an old friend."

Chiaki hesitantly approached Othello across the street. And as she reached him, he spoke in a low voice, "I'm sorry about what happened in there earlier today."

"No, it's alright." mumbled Chiaki.

"It's just, I thought, that you would have been more...joyous. I thought I was an old friend of yours." Othello mumbled.

"I know, I'm sorry." Chiaki said, "I'm so sorry I haven't been in contact."

Othello shook his head. "It's okay. At least now I know you're alive and safe."

There was an awkward moment before Othello broke the silence, "want to take a little walk while we...reminiscence?"

Chiaki agreed.

"So," started Othello uncomfortably, "are you interested in taking a break from your life here?"

Chiaki was speech-less. "I-I don't know."

"What?" Othello said jokingly, "you wouldn't want to spend some time with your old pals back in Japan?"

"No. It's not that." Chiaki struggled to tell him.

"What is it then? Is it my breath?" Othello joked, which he then proceeded to test his breath.

"No. Not that." Chiaki laughed half-heartedly.

Othello stopped joking and frowned at her. "What is it then?"

Chiaki sighed and looked up at him. "I'm getting married in two weeks."

Othello blinked and looked at her like he was looking at a ghost. "What?"

"I'm getting married." Chiaki repeated herself, "in two weeks."

Othello took a step back before starting mumbling while pacing in a circle.

Chiaki got worried, "what? What is it?"

"No, no, no. This isn't good. If he finds out you're getting married..." Othello trailed off.

"Wait, wait, wait. If who finds out?" Chiaki asked.

Othello paused and stared at her. Before going back, pacing in a circle, "that's right, you wouldn't know. You haven't been in Japan."

"Wait, Othello! Tell me! If who finds out?" Chiaki said loudly.

Othello stared at her once more. "Ororon, Chiaki. If Ororon finds out."

Chiaki gasped.

"He's going to come back to life." said Othello.

How was that for a first chapter? I don't know why, but it seems, everything that I write (well, mostly everything) turns out to be a multi-chaptered one. I'll try working on more one-shots if more ideas come but the Supernatural one that will also come up sometime this year, will also be a multi-chaptered one.

Hopefully you enjoyed reading this, reviews are always welcome, and once again, thank you for reading!

Kid