Escorting a Brat! (Decayuss)

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"Deniel...you're serious?" Deniel only gave a nod to Nidhogg. He gave a faint smile at it, and shrugged. "Yeah. I'm serious. I've been a real asshole recently. Both to myself...and you. Can you forgive me?" There was a moment of silence between the two. Deniel's fake pulse raced as he became nervous and impatient to know what Nidhogg was thinking. The suspense was killing him...it was a real thrill. "Of course I can, you big asshole!" Deniel's eyes widened as he stared at his sword. He couldn't believe what he heard. In a huge burst of happiness, Deniel ran over to his sheathed sword and...hugged it. That's exactly what he did; he hugged a sword. "Thank you, Nidhogg! You're the best friend I've ever had... you know. Despite being an inanimate object with the soul of a dragon. Whatever." Deniel sat down on his bed and gave a sigh of relief. He couldn't believe it. He was lucky to have a friend like Nidhogg. Someone who was able to forgive him despite everything he did. "What are you going to do now, Deniel?" ...He hadn't gotten to that part yet. Deniel had no idea what he should do next. "Well...ummm...I don't know, NIdhogg. I still want to have some fun, you know. But as I've been showing for a while now, jobs just aren't cutting it for me. All of the A ranks are too easy." Nidhogg had some time to think on it, so he knew the answer to that question right away. "Do S rank jobs. Or SS...a 10 Year, maybe. Or you could even try a 100 year. Hahahahahahah!" Deniel never thought about that before. And it was a very good point, too. He never really tried to do an S rank or anything above. But then again, there was one problem. "Wouldn't I have to get someone who is S rank to go with me? Kyll and Zeno seem to be really bus--"

"Then become an S rank wizard. Become an S rank. Become a true Nephalem."

"....I need to think on this, Nidhogg. Do you mind if I go out on a few more D rank jobs without you?"

"Just promise me one thing, Deniel."

"What would that be?"

"Don't go insane again."

"I promise."

Once that was out of the way, Deniel find quite an interesting job, even for a  D rank one. A job that required him to be the escort to a ball from some spoilted brat. Deniel remembered the last time he had to go somewhere with royalty. And that was escorting a duchess. By the looks of this job, he had to be a date to a ball. And based on the description, the girl he had to bring was probably a pretty bratty one, too. Deniel thought it would be a pretty nice job for him. Because here he could relax a little bit, but at the same time, discipline some idiot. Their mother died, apparently, but he thought that was no reason to be a complete ass. Once upon a time, Deniel acted that way, but the way he was now, he matured almost completely out of it. Maybe he could teach this brat a thing or two about maturing out of a loss. But if Deniel had to go to a ball...that only meant one thing. It was time for him to throw on his suit. Taking off all of his clothes, Deniel changed into the only suit that he had, and the one that he had worn only once. One could almost mistake it for a military uniform, but it didn't matter to Deniel. After putting his suit on, it was off to the ball for him!

The first thing he did was have to go to the girl's house, which ended up being a mansion, not surprisingly. Deniel entered the gates and waited on the porch for the girl to arrive. After a few minutes, a maid walked out with Deniel's....date...was kind of the word for it. She was a girl with long brunette hair reaching down to her waist, dressed very fancily in a blue dress that matched her eyes. Despite her innocent eyes, her stern look on her face kind of ruined pretty much all beauty that was to be given off by her. "Hmph! So you're the pig that decided to join me, huh? Well, let me get one thing strai--" Deniel grabbed on to her arm to interrupt her, and spoke in a very cold and stern voice. He was both taller an stronger than her, so she couldn't do much about it. "No! You listen here you little brat! I don't care about you! I don't care about your problems. NO ONE DOES! I'm just here for the goddamn job, and the goddamn jewels. If you can get through the night without whining, complaining, or being a total bitch, then maybe I'll consider you a decent person!"

From that moment on, the night was completely silent, and very awkward. Not to Deniel, though. He didn't mind the silence, and he was glad that he stopped the girl from going a little too far. Deniel had managed to almost completely stuff himself at the ball as well, so that would get rid of the immense hunger that he was feeling from earlier. Once the ball was over, Deniel escorted the girl all the way back home. That's when she spoke for the first time in a while. "Thank you...what you said...it was harsh. And very mean. But it was true. No one has never stood up to me like that. And, I think I'm glad you did." After she said that, she leaned up and gave Deniel a kiss on the cheek before returning to her mansion.

Deniel stood outside, in the dark, alone. But he was satisfied. "Mission complete...?"