If someone told Haruhi five years ago she would be here looking for a job, she would have laughed in his or her face. Yet, here she was: On Lord Yomi's doorstep, looking for a job. She told herself she wasn't asking him for a job. The tutor was for his son, Shura. With any lucky, she would avoid Yomi easily. A high-class demon would never associate with a tutor. Yet, luck was never on her side. She shuttered as her last meeting with the lord entered her mind.

The Revolution greatly changed the Makai. After the Demon World Tournament, everything changed. The rich and powerful could no longer influence Lords. King Enki controlled all three segments of the demon world. A demon named Ichi made his fortune during the tournament. He didn't compete, but he produced and sold medical supplies for the event. Naturally, such a large event had many competitors and many injuries. Ichi barely kept up with the demand. When it ended, he had more money he could spend. To celebrate, he decided to host a party for all the nobles of Gaarara, his home territory. Haruhi and her family attended. As she conversed with a friend of the family, a flash caught her eye. On the second floor, an archer focused on the party below. Slowly, he pulled an arrow back. Immediately, she followed the projection of the arrow and jumped on the fellow it was aimed at. The arrow whizzed past her, as if in slow motion. She felt the arrow cut through her hair, taking her ribbon with it. As the stray hair fell in front of her face, she looked down at the demon it was intended for. He was tall, easily 7 feet, and muscular. In hindsight, she was appalled her small frame knocked him down.

" 'At blook almost did yer in." The event flustered her enough to let her cockney accent out. "Didn't ye see 'im? Are ye alright?"

"I will be once you get off me." He groaned.

"Oh, yes." She scrambled to get off him. "I'm so sorry."

When she composed herself, she recognized the demon as past Lord of Gaarara, Lord Yomi. A fearsome demon, he competed in the tournament and almost won. Currently, he owned a large patch of land and rented it to tenets. Due to clever manipulation of the stock market and his rental polices, he became very wealthy. The host rushed over to Yomi.

"Are you alright, Lord Yomi?" He asked. "I had my guards arrest the demon right away."

"I'm fine." Yomi replied, bitterly. "If this wild creature hadn't tackled me, I'd me even better."

If She had any sense she would have walked away after that. However, his tone annoyed her.

"Excuse me?" Haruhi's temper quickly took over. It was a wonder her cockney accent remained hidden this time. "I saved your life!"

"I would have been fine." He countered. "It is typical of a woman to act rashly and foolishly meddle. Learn your place. Your just a pretty face to use when convenient."

She was a different demon back then. She accepted his words. A lot had changed. She changed. A submissive attitude wouldn't help now. Her livelihood depended on this job.

Summoning her courage, she knocked on the door. A butler answered the door with a superior look on his face.

"I am here for the tutoring position." Haru answered his unspoken question. "I received a letter saying my resume was accepted and Lord Shura would like me to begin as soon as possible." Handing him the letter, Haru stepped inside.

"I see." The butler said while reading the letter.

After he finished, he made a gesture for you to follow. Haru realized as she walked that in a mansion this large evading Lord Yomi would be simple. If she played her cards right, she would only interact with Shura. The butler led her to a door and left. Opening the door, Haru saw a young demon, about seven years old, staring at her. Appalled, she tilted her head. Her employer and student was must young than she expected.

"Are you Mr. Haruhi's servant?" He asked in a snobbish tone. He was Yomi's son alright.

"No." She put her bags down. "I am Ms. Haruhi Miyuki, your teacher."

He leaped from his chair and circle around her once. To her dismay, he came up to her shoulders. Then he took a seat on the desk and pursed his lips.

"But you're a woman." He stated.

"Yes." Haru nodded slowly. "I'm guessing you thought I made a mistake and mixed up my first and last name on the form. Although, before you make any further judgments, may I ask why you hired me?"

"You had the best resume and references." He answered. "Highly recommended."

"Exactly." She repressed a smirk. She spent the last four years teaching. Never once had she made a mistake. The children learned fast and enjoyed the lessons. "Gender doesn't affect the ability to teach. You choose the best demon for the job. They just happened to be a woman."

"Hmm." He seemed to contemplate Haru's words. "I suppose." A huge grin spread across his face and he took on a childish tone. "My dad wanted to met you. He's down the hall."

Fear gripped Haru. She had to avoid seeing Yomi until she had a chance to teach. Negative push back was common at first. Her gender seemed to make many doubt her abilities. However, after one class, it quickly changed. If that bastard hadn't been involved, she would still have her old position. Luck still eluded her.

"Actually, could I put my bags away?" She picked up her luggage. "We can't leave them here."

"Sure." He shrugged. "Follow me."

Shura took Haru to a room. The small room held a bed and dresser. A gloomy feeling filled the room. Haru shivered, thankful she would spend most of her time in the classroom.

"Met us in the library when you finish." Shura smiled. "It's just down the hall."

When Shura left, Haru put her belongings into the dresser and pulled the binds open. Sadly, the light did not cut through the disconsolate conditions.

After unpacking, she fidgeted in the library. They weren't there yet. The library was a miserable one at best: one row of books, mostly periodicals. Lords acquired an assortment books, as they grew wealthy. It was fashionable to have at least one room filled.

At the sound of the door opening, Haru jumped. Only when Shura walked in alone did she relax.

"He said he is too busy." He slouched. "Just like always."

Inward, she sighing in relief, but when she saw Shura's expression, sympathy filled her.

"Oh, Shura." Haru knelt before him. "It's alright. He probably just trusts your decision." She paused. "What do you say we start class today? It'll be fun."

"If you say so Ms. Miyuki." He agreed reluctantly. "What are we going to do?"

"We'll start with you calling me Haru." She smiled.

Hours later, Haru and Shura sat exhausted in the entrance hall. Both were soaked with rain.

"That was unexpected." Haru smiled. "Does it always rain without warning like that?"

"Usually." Shura shook his head trying to dry off. "It is raining more hard than usual though."

"Harder." She corrected Shura. "It seems grammar will be the next lesson."

"Grammar?" Shura pouted. "But I liked today's Environmental Biology lesson."

"We'll have plenty more." Haru smirked. "When it's not so wet out." She brushed her hair out of her face. "For now, we better dry off before the butler finds us. Your dinner will be ready soon."

A wide grin spread across Shura's face as he ran up the stairs. Haru levitated up the stairs to her room. Once inside, she opened the window, called upon her powers and created a wind to blow her dry. Haru grabbed her hairbrush and began to fix her hair.

'He was so… happy.' Haru thought as she sat on the windowsill to watch the rain.

At her last job, she worked with girls. They liked to stay inside and put on plays. Haru doubted Shura would be content with such activities. Yet, he seemed to enjoy her company more than anything. Whether he was asking questions or listening to her explain, his eyes never left her. It was almost as if he feared she would disappear if he looked away.

Haru shook her head. She shouldn't think like that. That Bastard would punish her if she got too involved.

'It's just a job.' She told herself. 'Do what you have to do and leave.'