A door opened inside a small room in the midst of the night.
Thanks to her powers, Ichigo could move without being noticed. This was common for her, but every time she used it, she couldn't help but to be reminded of a ghost. Moving silently, doing whatever she pleased, she loved her job. Of course, thanks to their nature if you were to ask any other demon they would tell you the same. But something was different for Ichigo. Even in the midst of her kind, her hunger for dreams was exceptionally high. On the other hand, thanks to that, she had become one of the top demons, she was the pride and joy of the boss.
Unlike ghosts, she was able to touch anything she wanted. Just like the door just now, and just like the blanket she took off from the boy who remained asleep.
Who was this boy? It didn't matter to her. This was part of her job, so she saw it as just another "victim."
A sweet scent surrounded her as she sat on the edge of the bed. He remained asleep even like this, but his expression had changed to one of joy, the special dream had started.
Ichigo may have been a demon but demons still had to follow the boss's orders and wear classy, black suits as their uniforms. Her chest pressed against the suit, maybe it was too small for her or maybe she was just too big. She gently moved the sleeping boy, placing his head over her lap and placed her hand over his forehead.
Her favorite part of the job was that she had total control over dreams.
She used one hand to remove a strand of pink hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. The long haired demon then closed her eyes.
It wasn't enough. This wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her. Stealing a dream was simple but using her powers to make the quality of the dream increase is what mattered. She concentrated, waiting to see a change. There was no need to rush.
The change was something small, something others couldn't notice so easily, something that anyone outside the dream couldn't see, but Ichigo could tell the right moment was here. Now she could finally have a proper meal.
Ichigo licked her lips.
Minutes later, she let go of the boy.
In the end, she could only find herself frowning. This wasn't what she was looking for. This dream was far too simple, far too tasteless. What a disappointment it was.
Morning was here again. Ichigo let out a sigh as she woke up inside her own room. She was woken up by the sound of a loud alarm she had stopped at least four times now. The only reason she was awake was because of the sun rays hitting her face from outside the window.
A girl with long messy black hair yawned and stretched out her arms. She sat on her bed and reached for her glasses.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
The sound of the alarm started again. As usual, instead of ending the alarm she chose the option for it to ring in five more minutes by mistake.
"Shut up already!!"
In a whim, Ichigo slammed the phone with all of her force against the wall. The alarm came to a stop, sure, but the realization of what she did only came a few seconds later.
An angry yell woke up all of the neighbors as Ichigo lamented her own actions.
It was the start of another long day.