Kuro isn't sure whether to feel happy or nervous that Aoba seems to have no problem with him not being around. By how wording the demon is sure there is more to his thoughts than what he said aloud, but as he tucks his favorite cereal int the basket along with what they've grabbed thus far he vows to not go digging for answers just yet. 'I'm not sure quite yet is I'm ready to start leaving him on his own for very long, and if pressing the matter might make him insist I leave every once in a while so he can prove he can take care of himself' Glancing after the angel as he wanders off his teeth begin worrying his bottom lips. 'There hasn't been an attack in a while, and I've had this feeling in my gut that one isn't too far off, so I don't want him out of sight until at least I can confirm this feeling's validity. . .I know Dani would rather die than give up his “toy” but at this point I think he's starting to change a little. He may be even more possessive now, and leaving him alone. . .Not to mention the priest. . . .' “Haaaahhhhhh!” he groans softly to himself, ruffling his hair with both hands. “No point to this!” he hisses, dropping his hands to his side. His hair looks like he went through a wind storm but he doesn't care. A few girls passing with their boyfriends, laden down with drinks, have to be nudged along as they seem to find the look quite appealing. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Finally figuring out how to zoom out a bit Fenrir catches sight of Kuro attacking his head and stares for a long moment wondering what drove the demon to do such a thing. “Well, that was. . .Odd. . .” he murmurs before turning his attention on to Aoba, the one with whom he actually has some real interest. His eyes narrow slightly as the obviously interested young store employee engages the angel in conversation. His eyes flick to Kuro, who has also noticed what's going on and is now watching the two like a hawk. Not for the first time Fenrir feels both curious and disgusted as he thinks that, just maybe, Kuro actually has feeling for the little angel. 'It's bad enough that he's constantly tainting him, but to actually violate and corrupt him. . . .' ~*~*~*~*~*~ Kuro holds back a growl threatening to rumble out as the angel's natural charm enchants the young man, Aoba none the wiser. He responds to what Aoba has to say with a simple nod, his eyes locked on James until he catches the youth's eye and ensures that he, without a doubt, will never try anything with his angel. Once out of sight Kuro returns to smiling, continually assuring Aoba that he and Dani can carry a lot more than one would think, as long as they got plastic so it can dangle. He leaves out that he's going to make Dani carry most of it, and in not time they are ready to check out. That feeling deep in his gut surges slightly and he looks quickly around, trying to find the source, however after an instant it fades. “It won't be hard. I know how to find my brother. . .” he murmurs softly, giving James a vague nod as he loads the plastic backs on to his arms, letting Aoba carry as many as he wants as to not baby him. Once outside he begins looking around. His natural honing instincts kick in and after a moment he smiles at Aoba, nodding his head off in the direction of Dani. “He's this way!” he says cheerfully, setting out at a brisk pace. ~*~*~*~*~*~ 'This is so boooooreing!' The small demon pouts internally while spooking a few passing children who had been trying to ask him if he wanted to play. Usually he would at least have entertained the idea, but after all the hype and noise, a busyness he's not used to, he's far to irritated to deal with more little brats today. 'I already have to deal with my my own selfish little brother day in and day out, never letting have what I want, I'm not abo-' His thoughts get cut of suddenly and he lets out an almighty shriek. The feeling of a hand running down one of his wings sends waves of fear and disgust through the demon and he whips around to see who dares touch him like that. His now glowing red eyes, nearly lit with his violet flames, land on a drunken middle aged man, the murder in his gaze lost on the inebriated fellow. Almost everyone nearby turn to look, wondering where that sound came from, and the drunk himself simply stares at Dani bleary eyed. “Thers' lik' sum weird leather there. I fel' it.” he slurs. At these words eyes go to Dani and without really thinking beyond his outrage he screams, “How dare you touch me like that you filth piece of scum!” ~*~*~*~*~*~ Kuro and Aoba are only a block away when Dani lets out his shriek and in a flash Kuro has Aoba's hand, pulling him along until the smaller demon is in sight, then piling up the groceries around him and demanding he stay put while he goes to deal with his brother. Without waiting for a reply Kuro races off through the crowd. A lot of people seem to be yelling, most don't actually seem all that upset with Dani himself, however one set of eyes watching from the alley beside the spot where Kuro left Aoba are not resting on the commotion, they are instead resting on the angel himself. ~*~*~*~*~*~ It does not take long for Fenrir to notice those eyes watching the little angel and as he looks at the hooded figure staring at Aoba the arch angel suddenly feels as if he's been doused in an ice bath. 'Oh no. . .Oh lord, let it not be so. . . .' He can feel the urge to scream at the mirror, to call out, to race down and defend the little fallen angel himself, something, anything, to keep that demon from. . .His breath stops as it pushes off the wall it had been leaning against and begins m moving towards the oblivious angel. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Kuro meanwhile fights his way to the front of the crowd, catching Dani just in time to keep him from showing anything he shouldn't to the rather excitable crowd. From the yelling and his brother's own indignant hissing and ranting he gets the basic idea of what happened and tried to calm not only his brother, but the crowd down as well. Unfortunately, Dani will not be soothed. Thrashing and screaming he insists he's going to rip the human apart, even as many in the crowd are already on the suspected 'pedophile' like rabid dogs on a three legged cat. In all the noise and flailing, Kuro does not see the danger approaching his beloved. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Luckily for everyone involved, this so called threat is nothing more than curious, and has no intention of hurting Aoba. Instead, he's just. . . .Curious. As he approaches his little head wings flutter delightedly at the sight before him. 'It has gray wings, is that the mark of a fallen? Or does it have something to do with the company he keeps?' His eyes flick over to the crowd to make sure that the 'company' in question are still busy before moving in a little closer. His steely gray eyes are just visible over the tops of his shades and his thick black tail is carefully tucked away around his waist as to not draw attention to himself. As a so called “demon in training” this once human did not grow up with the lore and innate knowledge of the whole demon angel thing, and before he became a demon it was his curiosity that actually lead him on his path to hell. He had been to interested in finding the truth above all else, seriously not caring who got hurt in the process, and rejoicing when bodies slain by his hands lay all about him, his curiosity sated. . . .for a time. He always had to keep moving, finding out more and more, he always had to know. . .Stopping a few paces away from Aoba he can feel that tingle, that thrill of knowledge being almost in his grasp that, to him, feels better than sex. Reaching up he removes his sunglasses, setting his lips in a gentle, easygoing smile, and calls out softly, “Quite the fuss over there. I do hope your friends will be alright. . .” His voice is silky smooth, a voice he used often to make himself sound unassuming and earnest. He takes a step closer, his smile still calm and gentle. “Have. . . You been friends long?” Kyou is many things, but a fool is not one of them. He knows the angel's “Friends” are the youngest sons of Satan, and he also knows what they are ready to do to any demon seen closing I on their prize. 'If that's how they see him. That's one think I am most curious about. . .Why are they not killing this little tidbit? I know I'm not really inclined, but if history proves anything it's that fallen angels never last long. . . .' With the horrors of what the two could do to him should he spook the little angel he is careful to remain calm, and a handful of paces away, so he seems less threatening. His truly demonic features may be tucked out of sight, but he's sure that the angel still has enough in him to recognize a demon.

Aoba collected as many bags as he could without straining himself, and gave a small smile to James as they left. However, the male blinked and looked back to his work. The fallen angel didn't make a big deal out of it and the two were already out the door. In moments, Kuro had already homed in on his older brother. "Oh, very perceptive." He complimented and followed behind Kuro as they made their way towards Dani. Less than minutes later, both males could hear the sound of Dani's shriek. Aoba guessed it and could only assume that Dani of all people would make such a noise. He didn't have time to react because Kuro was already pulling him forward. "I hope he didn't hurt anyone." He commented quietly. "Wait, why are we-" Aoba looked as Kuro piled the bags around him and then hesitantly nodded as Kuro raced off. Unsure what to do while he waited for the brothers to return, Aoba decided to reorganize the pile of bags. He moved them and set them in a tight circle so he could watch them all, along with keep them out the way. He made sure the perishable items were in the more shaded area, along with making sure the fragile things were resting on top. He tried peering over the crowd, but unfortunately he was too short and too far to see. With a soft sigh, he calmly waited where he was dropped off. No one noticed him quietly waiting with bags at his side, and he was fine with that. However, in the midst of him peeking through one of the bags, his feathers ruffled a bit and a small chill went down his spine. Despite being tainted, he could still sense demons around. However his sense was dulled due to being around two demons all the time. The demon's heightened curiosity was the only thing that gave his cover away. Sensing the demon around was enough to make him quietly nervous, but hearing a sudden voice made him whirl around quickly. On instinct, Aoba quickly took a few steps back, though he couldn't just leave the food unattended. Aoba looked the demon over with wide eyes, much like a deer in headlights. However, unlike any deer, Aoba was prepared to fly out as quickly as possible. He may not have been fast, but flying away was better than nothing. Thankfully, flying around with Dani helped with that. It- he spoke again, but this time strangely enough. . . He didn't feel threatened or in need to scream out in panic. . . Which only scared him more. The only demons that weren't threatening to him were Kuro and Dani, so this had to be some kind of trap. He couldn't exactly stay calm, but he did try to stay brave. Instead of answering the question, he set aside his polite formalities to speak. ". . . What do you want?" Aoba was afraid of the answer however, and prayed that Kuro and Dani would come back soon. He puffed up a bit and frowned. "You're going to get yourself killed. You s-should go. . . I'm sure you have plenty o-of demon things you could be d-doing." Even though he tried warning the demon off, somehow it still came off as polite. . . He was going to have to work on that. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Fenrir gripped the edges of the mirror in horror. 'Don't stand there! You idiot! Run! Get the demon!' Never had he thought he would suggest something like that. Why on earth did Aoba decide now of all times to attempt to stand his ground! This was more stressful than having to do surgeries. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Meanwhile, Dani continued to flail, trying to remove himself from Kuro's death grip. Others around them looked worried by how angry Dani was. They were more so confused as the drunk continued to insist that there were wings on Dani and Kuro's backs. As drunk as he was, no one believed him, but it still raised questions concerning what really happened.

Kyou can not help but find the angel particularly adorable as he whips around to face him. His delight grows at the angel speaks until at last it puffs up and seems to try and drive him politely away. He barely manages to keep hold of his peaceful smile as he murmurs, “Well aren't you the most adorable thing ever. . .” He chuckles to himself before responding to the angel. “My name is Kyouku Roku, Kyou for short. And you?” His eyes glint lightly but nothing threatening. Instead of the response he wanted, Aoba was told he was. . .adorable? Well, that was definitely new. “Kyou. . .” The angel echoed, then looked back towards the crowd. Dani and Kuro were still handling whatever happened, so Aoba was left alone. For a few moments, Aoba simply stared at him, unsure if he should just give him his name. However, for some odd reason. . .Kyou didn’t seem all that threatening. Scary, sure, but he wasn’t trying to be. “. . . I’m,” Again, he thought over that decision before standing up a little straighter. “Aoba.” 'Yes, yes, quite adorable. . . .' “Aoba hmmm? Quaint little name you have there. . .” His smiles stays in place and he takes a step closer, looking towards the commotion. He adopts a slightly pained look. “I know I am in danger here, but, some things. . .” He looks back to Aoba with an interested expression. “Are worth the risk.” He holds up his hands, showing he means no harm. “I'm not going to hurt you, nor do I see to take you away from your gallant protectors. I'm just. . . .Curious. . . .That's all.” ~*~*~*~*~ The towns folk begin dragging the drunk man off but Dani's anger has now shifted to Kuro. He hisses wildly and attacks the taller male leaving Kuro no choice but to try and subdue him, and unfortunately in his current state the younger brother is too afraid of snipping his wings off on accident to use his collar. So instead the two devolve into a wrestling match. The fallen angel adopted a confused expression as Kyou spoke. Why would anyone be insane enough to take such a risk? “Curious about what?” Now, Aoba was curious- if only to figure out why Kyou was curious. There was nothing the angel could offer him, and there certainly wasn’t anything of interest Aoba could tell either. The step closer made him tense again, however he quite nervously stood his ground. They still had food to take home, and he couldn’t just leave it. “I hope you know that, um, can’t give you anything. . .If you’re curious about me.” Who knows, Kyou could have been curious about the demon brothers. 'I love that look, oh so much. . .Makes me think of me at a younger age. . . .' “Why about you fallen one! You are quite the rarity. You've been on earth for. . .How long now?” His little head wings flutter gently beneath his hood. ’Of course. . .That is a rarity after all.’ Aoba sighed and rubbed his arm as if it were hurt. “I don’t actually know. . . If I’m not mistaken it’s been a couple of weeks.” He looked over at his graying wings as if to confirm his guess. “Yeah, a couple of weeks.” The fallen angel caught sight of the small movement under his hood, and once more gave a curious look, however he didn’t question it, still unsure of whether to trust him. He nods gently, noting the glace a the sides of his head. 'I still can't make them sit still when I'm excited. . .' He opens his hands, holding them palm upwards. “You can give me more than you think, and without betraying either God or your knights. All I seek, is knowledge.” Slowly he reaches up and pulls back his hood just far enough to reveal his headwings to the little angel. “I'm just a trainee after all, I have no agenda beyond the one I had in life just yet.” He pulls his hood back forward and nods towards the combating demons kicking up a healthy sized dust cloud. “They could crush me in an instant. I can't even create portals myself yet. I am. . . .Quite at your mercy once they are done fighting.” His eyes widen slightly making himself look quite pathetic. “I just. . . .Like knowing things. . .” Mumbling more to himself, Aoba adds his own input. “Well, I wouldn’t be standing here if I hadn’t betrayed Him already. . .” His hands crossed, but he did listen, oddly enough (to him at least), relaxing some. Kyou seemed pretty honest about his wishes, and he didn’t seem like he wanted to attack him either. The sight of the wings did peak his interest, causing Aoba to lean forward and look a bit closer. However once he hid them, Aoba stood back again. As Kyou continued, the realization that he was pretty much in between Kyou’s life and death made his eyes widen in surprise. Not only did he not want that sort of responsibility, but the look the demon gave him managed to soften him- just as Dani’s cute looks always did. There was a small sigh, before Aoba scratched his head. “Well. . . what do you want to know?” From above Fenrir is on the verge of passing out, the persistent knocking at his door going completely unnoticed as he stares into the mirror, his nose bare centimeters from the surface. He doesn't even have enough breath to hiss that Aoba needs to pull his head out of the clouds and call over the protector demon now, before it's too late. ~*~*~*~*~ Casting his eyes once more at the dust cloud, now filled with yelp and yips, he sighs softly, speaking quietly. “Oh, I am sure you thought you were doing the right thing. After all, angels are all so good, I am sure it was just a mistake. . .” His gaze shifts over to the angel, looking for any indication about what Aoba thinks of his assessment before clapping in delight and moving another step closer so the space between them is only a few paces. “Oh thank you, you are too kind.” He smiles warmly. “First off, how old are you? Are those wings normal sized for one of your side and age? How were you judged? Do you have a liaison? Do you hope to returns one day?” Now that Aoba has agreed to answer his questions Kyou finds them tumbling out faster than he can think, his eyes dancing with joy. Aoba’s eyes narrowed for a bit when Kyou sided with him about his wrongdoings. It seemed a bit suspicious, but the moment faded as Kyou clapped. Again, the demon moved closer. Aoba wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with having Kyou come any closer, but considering he didn’t feel the urgency to take off Aoba didn’t move away. Surprisingly, in mere seconds, question after question was fired at him. At first, Aoba shied away from them, before giving a soft, nervous smile. “Um. . . You’re going to have to slow down. . . I can’t answer questions that fast.” A small laugh escaped him as he mulled over the questions that were raised. “A lesion? Why would I have a lesion?” That one stuck out the most to him. Then, Aoba looked at his wings, even stretching one out a bit. “I’m kind of small. . .but they’re average sized yes. As for my age?” Aoba blinked and ran fingers through his hair. The question made him actually pause and think. No one really ever asked him that question. “I’m. . .probably older than you that’s for sure.” It was the best he could come up with at the moment. “Once I figure out exactly, I’ll let you know.” Aoba couldn’t help the small laugh. Once more, he pondered the questions that he had been asked, only to come to two that made his smile fade. Remembering his judgement, Aoba rubbed his shoulder as his wings recoiled at the thought of being tossed to earth. “It. . . It was a trial. Well, it was really a bunch of people staring at me while one person said my crimes.” Remembering it all saddened his demeanor some, but he continued. “Afterwards, there was a judge and. . .well long story short they took my powers and dropped me down on Earth. Quite literally actually.” ’It was pretty painful. . .’ Towards the last question, Aoba looked at the sky. “I don’t think I’m allowed to go back. I’m pretty sure they won’t let me. Not after this.” Aoba turned his head to the chaos to refer to what he was talking about. Though he never actually gave his own opinion towards the question, still unsure of it himself. 'Ah, so you do have a mind in there' he thinks happily as he sees the suspicion glinting in the smaller male's eyes[/i] “Yes, of course, of course, please forgive my rudeness” he says placatingly, bowing slightly. He clasps his hands hopefully in front of him, his intense eyes locked on the smaller male. He is careful to remain still, seeing that his sudden burst of questions has done little to endear the angel to him. However as the questions slowly get their answers he can feel the thrill inside him grow with every passing moment. “A liaison, here on earth to get you settled.” he explains quietly, not wanting to interrupt Aoba's flow. He listens, his face calm, but on the inside his body building up happily at the fount of new information. He can't hold back a chuckle about the angel not knowing his own age but nods understandingly. “That would be wonderful, that you. . .” he murmurs softly, still trying to be careful about messing up the angel's responses. When it comes to the trial Kyouku has to bite his lip from adding on several more questions about it, not the least of which about how he makes it sound like he was unable to defend himself. 'Even humans are allowed to do that. . .' he muses, but he can tell the question is hard for the angel so he holds his tongue. Not out of actual concern for the small feathered one but from his years of practice at doing precisely this. He can recognize when pushing a point will have the opposite effect to what he wants. He did however comment about the falling to earth. “When they mean fallen, I guess they really mean it. . .That must have hurt. . .” 'And left a huge crater. . .I wonder if I'll be able to examine it. . . .' His gaze follows that of the angels for a moment before returning to Aoba's face. “Awww,” he says softly. “I doubt there's anything a sweet little thing like you could do that's truly unforgivable if that God up there is anything like the way they tell it. . .” He looks towards the scuffle. “Even hanging out with the sons of Satan. . .” ~*~*~*~*~ For their part the scuffle between the brothers has moved from all out brawl to a more subdued hissing and snapping, most of the locals have either wandered off, freaked out by the weirdness, or have taken up cheering in a slightly inebriated battle chant. Kuro can feel a faint niggle in the back of his mind, telling him something is wrong, but as Aoba has not called out for help, and is still where he left him, the youngest son is more concerned with taming his brother back into a manageable state then bothering with whatever is pestering him. Aoba quieted to listen to his responses and then followed them up with his own. “Oh, you meant a home here. Yes, I was given a home.” He nods and looks in the direction of it. “I was given a really nice farm actually.” Aoba said with a nod before once more rubbing the back of his head. “Mhm. I didn’t really believe they meant it literally either.” His gaze went back to Kyou with a curious expression. He wondered why he was so set on taking Aoba’s side of the matter. Normally, demons would have probably laughed or teased, right? Well, little did it matter. Aoba merely shook his head. “I don’t know. . . As you said, and as everyone made clear, fallen angels are a rarity.” He didn’t bring up what he had actually done in order to get in trouble because he was sure that if Kuro didn’t want to tell Dani, he probably didn’t want to tell a stranger either. As it grew quiet, Aoba looked at Kyou rather shyly. “So, any other questions?” The demon rolls his eyes. 'So not what I meant, but that just goes to show the education of angel in language isn't as high a priority. Still useful information' Determining to ask later about the liaison thing, perhaps explaining what he meant, Kyouku listens quietly, his trap like mind locking away each little tidbit, including the shifts in mood, the gestures, the eye movements. Every little thing gives him clues about the angel, and every little bit thrills him more and more. He adopts a sympathetic expression, the idea of falling so far actually making his own head ache a bit. At the angel's question he looks down at his hands, smiling to himself. “Yes, yes, rare indeed.” he murmurs to himself before looking back at Aoba. “Why yes, I have man. . . .Many questions. I am a very curious man after all. . . .” He smiles softly, shifting from one foot to the other. “I don't mean you any harm, I promise, I just like knowing things that others do not, and while they,” he gestures to Kuro and Dani, both of whom seem to be calming down, “have all the time in the world to get to know you, and as the sons of Satan, and born demons, they will always know more than I. . . .” His gaze once more becomes a little pathetic. “I only have so long to learn. . .” ~*~*~*~*~ Finally, the two brothers enter a stand-off, each one standing ridged and staring across the five foot gap between them, their bodies tense and ready for action. However, in the minute moment of still they both finally sense the foreboding presence off in the direction of an angel and without hesitation they break out of their stares and dart through the crowd towards the two figures engaged in a perfectly peaceable conversation. Kuro's body is thrumming with energy. Had he a heart, it would be beating furiously. 'I can't believe I didn't notice it before! How could I let it get so close?!' He pauses a step away from the demon, tugging Dani's leash to make sure he didn't transform in front of the crowd or anything. His glare is cold enough to wither flowers, and Kyou freezes, his body seeming to shrink in on itself as he stares up into that terrifying stare, his eyes opened wide in fear. Dani feels the tug and manages to restrain his temper, coming between Aoba and the offending demon, his hiss escalating to a growl deeper sounding than one could imagine coming out of such a small body. Kyou does his best not to scamper off, knowing not only would it do no good, but that if he did he would look guilty of doing something nefarious when really, he hasn't done anything wrong. He in no way stands his ground however and after the initial shock he lowers himself carefully to his knees, keeping his eyes on Kuro who looks ready to take him behind the building and ripping his head off. He does however spare a single glance at Aoba, catching the angel's eyes just long enough to give him a pleading look before looking back up at the murderous demon above him.

Kyou once more reassured that Aoba is safe, and after some time, the fallen angel started to actually believe him. The looks Kyou had been giving him easily softened the angel's heart. "Well, I don't mind- um, you learning about me I suppose. I don't think you can do anything with the information." This made him think to be careful about what he said. Aoba didn't want to say anything the demon could use as a weapon of some sort. "Besides knowing of course. And it is good to know some things." He gave a gentle smile. However that smile faded when the rush of demonic energy sent a cold chill down his spine. His first instinct was to cower away, however the sense of familiarity made him stay in his place. It only took moments for Kuro and Dani to be between Kyou and him. For a moment, Aoba looked down guilty as if he did something wrong as well- only to spot the pleading look he was given. The thoughts of holding a life in his hands reoccured, and the fallen angel's heart nearly leapt out of his chest. "K-Kuro wait!" Thankfully, being in public restrained the two demons from outright killing Kyou. If they had been on the farm, the brothers wouldn't have hesitated to kill the demon. And Aoba felt that Kyou knew this too. "Kuro!" He called out again, managing to push past Dani in order to get in between Kyou and Kuro. His wings extended some, in order to block the newer demon from their grasp, and probably obscuring Kyou's view a bit. "Wait. . . Please?" He gave a wide eyed gaze before glancing back at Kyou. "Kyou, he's. . .friendly." The fallen angel nodded before continuing. "He doesn't want to hurt me. He was just curious is all. He wants to know more about how it- well I do things. . . And- And things about angels." Aoba looked pleadingly for Kuro to understand. If he could get Kuro to understand, Kuro could keep Dani at bay. Aoba looked over at Kyou and gave a friendly smile before once more looking at Kuro. "I- I trust him. He can't hurt you- you two are much stronger than him- and he won't hurt me. We've been talking for a few minutes while you two were, um, busy." His hands, that had been placed out in front of him to stop Kuro from moving forward had dropped to his sides. He hooked his fingers behind his back, but somehow managed to keep his blue eyes on the demon without looking away. He really hoped they'd listen. The last thing he needed was an innocent life being killed because of him not speaking up. Though he wasn't exactly sure how innocent he could say Kyou was. He flinched ever so slightly when Dani growled again, obviously not caring whether the demon was friendly or not. To him, demons weren't friendly without motives, and this demon- turned or not, was the same as the rest. "Come on Kuro. . . I could kill him easy. He was too close and he could've hurt him." Dani's death glare never left where Kyou sat, however Aoba's wings got in the way at some point. "He could have, but he didn't." Aoba defended softly and watched Dani as he prepared to walk forward and drag Kyou behind the building.

Fury races through him and indeed Kuro is ready to rip the young demon limb from limb. How dare he come so close to Aoba! He's made it very clear that no demon is allowed to interfere with the fallen angel, the aura of the demons he killed giving off that message loud and clear from Aoba's charm bracelet. 'You will know my wrath little demon. I won't even give Dani a chance with this one. Coming up to him in public so I can't smite you on the spot And. . . .And. . . .' His vicious thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Aoba's voice. It takes him a moment however for the words themselves to register.

For his part Dani stands there stunned, turning completely around to stare at the fallen angel. “Are you nuts?! He's a fricken demon! He could have, wait, wha-?” Aoba races pat him before he can stop him unless he wanted to hurt the angel and use his magic. The smaller demon races up to stand behind his little brother and a little off to the side, his eyes wide, his mouth open. 'I can't believe he's defending this demon!'

Kuro can feel his feeling swell. He's not really sure what they all are at this point but as he watches Aoba move between him and the offending demon, gray wings obscuring his vision, hands pressed to his chest to keep him from his quarry, he knows the predominant one is a demon's natural jealousy. 'He's defending him!? After what all the other demons have tried to do to him, and how long it took for him to trust me, this guy here has a few minutes conversation with him and he, he trusts him!? I, what? Why. . . Why Aoba? What has he done to earn your trust? In what way is he better than me and how did he take you away from me so quickly. . .' He knows that final thought is inaccurate, but as Aoba smiles at the kneeling male and begs for his life the youngest son of Satan can feel his confusion and sadness build. Somehow, he feels that he's failed horribly.

Dani can sense the conflict in his little brother and a growl once more rumbles loudly from his lips. He feels no conflict whatsoever.

"Come on Kuro. . . I could kill him easy. He was too close and he could've hurt him."

Nodding vaguely Kuro stares, getting glimpses of the demon beyond Aoba's wings every so often. He hears both Dani's and Aoba's words and in his mind a grand battle begins between them.

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Even though he has relaxed some now that Kuro and Dani are back near little Aoba Fenrir is all but screaming at the mirror at Aoba's actions. “What are you doing Aoba!? Are you crazy!? Don't let his honeyed words cloud your mind! He's a demon, he's tricking you! Can't you see it there! Oh, for the love of, gah!” He has to resist slamming down the mirror in frustration at the angel's actions. He's long advocated demon training for all angels and if he could he would use this as the perfect example of why the training is necessary.

After a moment to breath his frustrations tor to Kuro himself, his hesitation irritating the arch angel to no end. “And you! You know better that all this! You know he's just playing the little one, don't let those shiny blue eyes distract you! He's been lead down a demons path of corruption, how could you let this happen!” Fenrir is loath to admit that a small, small part of him had begin to trust Kuro. Something inside had changed ever so slightly, convincing him that the young demon meant no harm to his dear ex-medic. “Maybe. . .Maybe I was wrong about you you beast. . .” He sighs, propping up the mirror on a stack of papers and resting his chin in his hands. Now that Kuro and Dani are at least near to Aoba he's able to relax ever so slightly.

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The elder brother, tired of Kuro's hesitation, hisses loudly and tries to move past Kuro. However the taller male's hand comes out and he blocks Dani's advance, giving him a glare that ensures he will wait, but only for a short time.

The demon in question, though his vision obscured for the most part by those fluffy gray things, spots the gesture and takes to breathing again. He pulls a warm smile the second time Aoba looks his way, though his terror is still evident in his eyes. When Aoba had rushed to his defense he was afraid that the brothers would toss him aside and apologize to the angel later, after slaughtering him of course. 'But this little angel, he seems to really hold a lot of sway over Kuro, the younger one. I wonder how he managed to wrangle such a powerful demon. . . I know it's not like he's a pet or anything, with how he's pleading, but he clearly holds some kind of power here. He's not a toy like so many demons would make of him. . .' He bites down on his tongue, his fangs drawing blood, in order to keep the new explosion of questions from tumbling from his lips. He knows it's not the time.

His feelings still in turmoil Kuro knows he needs to do something, say something. He can't just stand here forever. . . .Shaking his head he gives Dani a very firm look, nailing him on the spot before reaching out and laying a gentle hand on Aoba's shoulder and giving him a soft smile. “Let me talk to him for a moment Little Mouse.” His voice is gentle, making it clear that he doesn't intend violence on the male. Not yet at least. Kyouku swallows hard, respectfully keeping his eyes up towards where he can barely see Kuro's face.

Aoba stayed firm. He didn’t move from his place no matter how much he felt the need cower away. It was really tough, but he even managed to keep eye contact. The angel was serious. He was about to mention the fact that Dani and Kuro were demons too, and both had ample opportunity to kill him just as Kyou did. But all he could manage was a firm, steadfast look before giving a soft response of, “But he didn’t.” The angel’s wings bent slightly and he gently and quietly spoke again. “I trust you. You can trust me. I-” For the first time, he did break eye contact and look back at Kyou again before looking at Kuro. “I’m sure of it. Just. . . Trust me okay?" Something in him told him that it was okay. And it took a lot for him to believe something like that- especially if it was a demon in question.

The moment was short, but it was brutally tense. Breaking thay silence was Dani, who snapped out, causing Aoba to flinch. However he still stayed in place. Thankfully, Kuro stopped him. Aoba didn't have to worry about being shoved aside in order for the demon to maul him. He couldn't help but shudder at the thought. Before Aoba could plead with Kuro once more, he finally spoke up. His somewhat firm gaze turned into surprise and then a smile. Kuro's look was honest, and as he mentioned, he trusted Kuro. Aoba's wing folded quickly and tucked to his back, causing a breeze behind him. "Thank you." He whispered before giving Kuro a quick hug and moving next to his second guardian.

Out of instinct, Dani stood in front of him, continuing to protect Aoba. This new demon had one chance and Dani was hoping he'd make the wrong move- only so Dani could get his claws at him. Aoba swallowed his small fear and tapped Dani's shoulder gently. When Dani's attention snapped to him, Aoba's wings folded a little tighter. "I- uhm, do you think..." Aoba cleared his throat and pointed to the bags. "Could you help me carry these please? It's the food for us, or well me, and it's really heavy...Though I'm sure it should be no problem for you." He didn't quite realize it, but Aoba had definitely learned that in order to appeal to Dani he could compliment something he did to boost his ego.

Dani had stared at Aoba for a moment as he stumbled over words. He was doing that weird thing again...being shy or something. Eventually he'd figure out what was wrong with the weird angel. His eyes finally flicked over to the bags and he straightened up. "Huh, of course I can carry them! You're right, they aren't a problem at all." What made the angel even bother to think that it would be!? Still, in between Aoba and the demon, which Aoba appealed to him and stayed by his side looking away from Kyou, Dani went about grabbing the bags. If it was food for Aoba it must've been important. Couldn't have the angel dying because of starvation. And he needed to be healthy- not to be a toy. Dani had to remind himself of that a few times before he had to face Kuro's wrath again.

"Thank you Dani." Aoba gave a genuine smile as Dani effortlessly began to grab bags. The fallen angel had to admit, he did carry a lot more than expected. Dani looked at him and gave a simple nod, checking to make sure he didn't accidentally break anything- however all of the items Aoba knew were light and could break easily were in his hands, and that had only been three bags. Now, it was just them waiting for Kyou's judgement. Thinking of it as a judgement made his mind flicker to his own judgement. . . But Aoba sighed and pushed the thought aside in order to wait quietly.

The hug was enough to at least begin reassuring the demon that his dear Little Mouse had not been stolen from him. After all, he was the only one who got hug. Not even Dani has gotten a hug so far. He knows that once Dani stops spooking the poor dear he will likely get hugs too, but for now, they are something reserved for the youngest son only, and he takes comfort in that fact. When at last Aoba moves past him, occupying himself with Dani and the groceries, Kuro lets out a soft hiss. His eyes never left the kneeling demon and at the hiss he seems to fold even further into himself. His eyes remain high though. He does not challenge the spawn of Satan, however he refuses to flee. . . .Just yet. Kuro wants words with him, so he will stay and have words, even if the conversation is very one sided.

Grabbing Kyouku by his scruff, the demon letting out a little yelp at the motion, Kuro moves them a little ways away from the road so he doesn't have to worry as much about being overheard. Kyou stumbles to his feet just long enough to half stumble half hobble along with the powerful demon before once more falling back to his knees so he is in a subservient position. His eyes snap shut and he bows his head as Kuro roughly yanks back his hood, revealing his rather droopy looking headwings. 'Looks to be really young hear. Just out of training. What the hell does a newbie think he will gain by pissing off the boss' sons?!' Once he's satisfied he pulls the hood back forward just as roughly and lets out an angry huff.

For his part Kyouku remains carefully submissive, the training of his “childhood” fresh in his mind, reminding him constantly that demons more powerful than yourself can crush you like a bug and will if you're not very careful. However after the inspection his eyes once more go up to lock on Kuro's chin, letting the youngest son know that he's not backing off, even if this will earn him some rebuke. Kuro watches him for a full minute before at last asking the most pressing question on his mind. His voice is low and menacing, but true to his word it carries no threat of violence in it. “What do you want with him?”

The question is not unexpected, but despite the lack of promised pain in Kuro's voice he still finds his throat sticking in fear and has to swallow a few times before he can answer. “My lord, I s-simply wish t-to ask him questions. He's a rarity, and I l-like learning th-things others d-don't know.” His voice warbles but he manages to get his words out without stalling. His eyes flicker up, letting Kuro see the truth of what he's saying, before dropping back to the standing one's chin.

For the most part Kuro is a bit surprised, though a part of him quickly places the kind of demon on his knees before him. He's heard of demons like this, ones that are obsessed with learning, even on to their own demise. However, the idea that one is here, in front of him, and for all intents and purposes, being kindly and polite, has him a little baffled. This feeling does not show, his eyes remaining fierce and firm, but he takes a moment to process his thoughts before asking another question. “And what do you intend to do with this information?”

Another expected question Kyou manages to get his reply out a little quicker. “This is for my own benefit and enjoyment,” He swallows hard as the word “enjoyment” pulls a growl out of the demon above him, but he presses on. “and I promise you that I in no way intend to ever share what I learn from the fallen one.” once more he shows his truthfulness.

Kuro listens quietly, accepting the truths as they come, knowing that no low level demon like this could pull a lie in front of him. Even as the youngest, he is the son of the father of all lies. No untruth gets past a child of Satan. Still reeling a bit from all this happening at once however Kuro decides to give himself a little time. Reaching down he grasps the front of the male's shirt and hauls him up to eye level, forcing Kyou to to his tippy toes as he's forced to look straight into those fierce eyes glaring at him.

For a long moment he fears he's about to be slaughtered but after several heartbeats Kuro finally say, “Leave. Approach me first next time, and I will render my judgment then.” His voice grows harsher as he adds on, “And breath a word about him to anyone and I will know, and I will make you into a pretty little present for Aoba that you won't survive.” Kyouku swallows hard, nodding frantically before letting out another yelp as hes tossed several feet back, landing hard on his rump. He whines softly but recovers quickly, looking fearfully at Kuro and silently counting his blessings. He survived and he'll have a chance to perhaps be given access to the rarest of rares for more questions. Pressing his luck a little he looks towards Aoba and Dani, hoping to at least meet the fallen's eye one last time before he flees off to lick his wounds.

Kuro had pulled him far enough away from the other two that Aoba with his average hearing would be unable to overhear the conversation. Dani however heard it all and is a mix of furious and disbelieving. He voices this in the form of muttering to himself in a low hiss but nothing telligible enough for the angel to understand.

Once Kyou is gone far enough for Kuro to feel safe the dark haired male makes his way back to the other two, his brows knit in deep contemplation. Before Dani can lay into him he gives his older brother a look, warning him against it. Dani barely manages to bite his tongue as Kuro gathers up the rest of the bags before looking to Aoba. He simply stares for a long moment, an unreadable expression on his face. So many thoughts, so much uncertainly, so many things that still need answers, and absolutely no will to actually seek the answers from those innocent lips, that bright, gentle face too sweet to bother with such dark contemplations right now. So, instead, he lets out a long sigh and offers the angel a smile and motions towards the nearby alley that would serve as a good takeoff point.