[IC] The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

[AkiBlue]

"You really want to prove yourself, huh? Why don't you just stick with the job you have? There's no need to do anything you're not capable of. Let the others handle it." Sitting at a desk, an angel shuffled through papers, reorganizing them. Not once did he look up to the angel standing in front of his desk. That angel started to say something, with a look of determination on his eye, but was soon interrupted. An angel walked into the office, moving past Aoba, the one standing, and whispered something to the angel sitting at the desk. Aoba stood quietly, shifting on his feet, waiting for his answer. But like normal, the angels pushed him to the side, occasionally telling him to go with the younger angels. It wasn't that they were being mean to him, they just didn't believe he was ready to face the true work of the angels. He had finally put his foot down about his wants as a medic angel and visited the one in charge of displacements, and other important things, one being the medical staff. All the blue-eyed male wanted was to show the angels that he was as important as the rest.

By their facial expressions, and how their wings ruffled every so often, the news had to be big. Aoba touched his halo gently and it glowed ever so slightly. "Fenrir, sir. . ." The young angel spoke slowly, stopping when both pairs of eyes were on him. "Could you at least give me a chance?" He mustered up all the bravery he could in order to speak out. He was answered with a soft groan and a shuffle of papers. The unnamed angel blinked and then tapped Fenrir's shoulder. Without a word, he pointed to a file in front of him and nudged the other angel once more. Both seemed to look as they got an idea, and Fenrir spoke, his eyes closing for a brief moment.

"Alright. I'll give you your chance." Aoba perked up immediately, but paused when Fenrir lifted his hand. "But. If you bow out of this task, or you don't accomplish it. . . You'll be stripped of your medic status. You'll end up having to take the basics all over again." It was a risky challenge, but Aoba accepted it.

"I won't let you down. I promise."

The angel leaning against the desk merely sighed and shook his head. "You're aware of the new prisoner we have yes? If not, well, we've captured the son of Satan. His youngest one I believe. The male has some terrible injuries, and you'll be in charge of fixing them. Is this clear?"

Aoba nodded quickly. There was a faint shock to know that he was going to be healing an extremely dangerous criminal. From all the stories, he knew that all of the sons were nothing but trouble- then again all demons were. It was what he was taught and it was a way of life. "I won't fail." And with that, he hurried off to start his new mission.

As he left, the two angels looked at one another. "How long do you think he'll last?"
"He won't get through one session. But the kid had to learn the harsh reality someway. But when he does fail, he'll be out of the way. And he can easily be a messenger like some of the other angels." They weren't intentionally being as rude as they were, but it did prove that even angels weren't entirely pure.

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Aoba quietly walked down the pure white mable walls of the prison. The only thing that wasn't completely white was the gray bars signifying the prison status. He held his medical kit tight in one hand, while he followed a prison guard to where he'd need to treat the demon. "Careful, he's s fighter. We'll be right here if you need us. Just call."

The words didn't make him feel any more safe, but he simply nodded as the door was unlocked. Aoba hesitantly stepped in, seeing a figure off towards the corner. There was a chain wrapped around his ankle, and slowly Aoba could make out the many scars and bruises on his arms and legs, but he couldn't see his hidden face. "I'm- I'm Aoba. I'm going to be... your personal medic until you get better." He tried to sound brave but it didn't work as he planned and his voice came out shakily and quietly.

[PopeAlessandros]

The sizzle of flash as yet another strike from an angelic whip falls fills the small room, but the body beneath the blow does not move. There is a faint clink as yet another blow causes his body to move forward with the force of it. The manacles around his wrists cut in deep as he's force to just let his weight rest on them, unable to get his feet under him any more this session. The chains running from the walls to the manacles keep his arms stretched out wide, the position making his chest back and shoulders burn with the weight of his ever thinning body. Once more the interrogator steps forward, lifting his face forcibly so he can look down into the prisoner's face. He keeps his eyes blank, knowing that he doesn't have the strength to fight back today, and as long as they think that he's done for they will let him go back to his cell to suffer alone.

The interrogator, a tall angel with broad shoulder, bright blond hair, and a form fitting set of leather and plate armor sneers down at him with contempt. His neck burns from being held in this position for so long, his neck beginning to cramp, but he's long since learned that spitting into this guy's face is a bad idea. Finally his head is thrown aside with disgust and a tearing pain rips through his muscles as the motion causes him to sink lower against the chains. “Contemptible fool. If he would just tell us what they are planning we wouldn't have to do this.” The blond angel walks over to the corner of the room, turning so he's facing the room proper. “If he would just talk, he could be released from the pain and die a peaceful death.”

A choked laugh finds it's way out of the demon's throat against his will. The angels in the room tense, and he knows there's no going back now. “Easy for you to say you demons in angel skins.” he choked out, managing to raise his head just high enough to look at the blond angel, now standing with his hands clenched at his sides. “You really are some of the stupid ones, aren't you? Did you totally forget the 'know your enemy' class in rainbow butt school?” While he knows he's not wrong in that dying is worse than this torture, a small part of him egrets speaking up when the angel proceeds to “teach him a lesson” leaving his body little more that scrap meat. He manages to stay awake long enough for him to finish but when at last his arms are released and he falls to the ground with a loud thud his senses escape him and Kuro lets the bliss of temporary oblivion take him.

“I wonder what he did to deserve that.”

“Did he need to do something? I think that with what he is, he deserves this every time.”

“You really are cold for an angel y'know?”

Are you saying you think I'm wrong?”

“No, but I'm not gonna actually say something like that.”

“Wimp”

Kuro wakes some time later to the sound of his usual guards chatting back and forth and with a sigh he relaxes into the cold floor of his cell. 'I wonder if all the floors in heaven are cold like this. In hell, there are warm floors and cold floors. Floors are good' His thoughts are a little lost as the pain from his injuries make it hard to think.

“Oh, did you hear?” The slightly rough voice of a battle scarred angel, his guard with red hair, inquires. “The medical staff refuse to treat him. Mateius went to each of the higher leveled ones for his treatments but they said without an order from god they have absolutely no obligation to treat such a dangerous creature.”

Another voice laughs. This one belongs to his other guard, the one with short green hair, the one who thinks Kuro would be better off in a meat grinder than polluting his precious holy land with his presence. “Ah, I don't blame them. I wonder if it's gonna take that to get anyone to see this piece of crap.” Kuro is careful to stay still as he hears the angel move, most likely looking into his cell.

Suddenly a messenger shows up and the two angels listen close as the terrified creature whispers his message before darting off back down the hall at top speed. “Well, I guess he's in luck for today at least. Isn't that the little guy who's always trying to overstep his bounds?” asks the red head. Kuro does not see the green haired angels nod in reply but a few seconds later he hears them both move off down the hall.

As soon as he's sure they are out of sight of his cell, the youngest son of Satan shifts ever so slightly, trying to get into a more comfortable position. 'Wow, treatment. I wonder what kind of sadist they got to do that job. Maybe it'll use the burning method, sealing my wounds with fire. . .Nah, if it really is an angel medic I'll be lucky if it even makes it halfway into my cell before bolting. Those guys have a strong self preservation sense or so I've been told' He lets out a sigh, settling on his side, bust still mostly facing downwards with one knee bent against the cool stone and the other strait out, toes pointed. There's not much else he can do while he waits, the small cell never providing much amusement even on a good day, but with his body in such rough shape he can't even get himself to sit up without incentive.

The silence stretches on, those quite days on earth in those many libraries seeming like a distant dream as the oppressing lack of sound presses in around him. A part of him even misses the sounds of his guards being complete assholes just outside his cell is preferable to just how quiet the prison can be with no one around. Finally the silence is broken, his body twitching at the sudden sound of the door far in the distance opening. Despite the complete lack of a need for prison cells, Kuro was amazed the first time he was dragged through the prison wing to his cell right at the end by the shear number of little white rooms. Since his being imprisoned he has as of yet to see a single other prisoner, but he supposes that he could have a lot to do with that. If there really were others incarcerated, he supposes they may have been moved upon his arrival to keep them apart. 'Don't want me corrupting their poor little souls' he mused that first day. However now he doesn't spare it a thought.

The sound of feet padding closer to his cell seems to relax him, the noise more than enough to sooth his fraying nerves. 'Way to go guys, you made the prisoner feel better. Now if only they would feed me' Demons don't really need to eat food, souls being their main source of energy, however with the absence of such normal human food is enough to tide a demon over for quite a long time. Kuro himself mostly lives off of human food, his should consumption far lower than any other demon in recorded history, but he'd been studying ancient texts for days before he was captured, having eaten no more than a few glasses of water, and a mushroom he found growing in the corner of the tomb he'd eaten only out of curiosity.

The footsteps stop outside his prison cell and he can hear the green haired guard warning the third set of footsteps to be careful. 'Oh, c'mon now. We don't need him fleeing before even stepping into the cell!' He groans inwardly as the cell door slides open, and the sound of quiet footsteps make it clear that the being entering is rather small. 'Great, it's a mouse. I wonder if it's afraid of blood too!' He ready to bark, or at least try to, to send the little being skittering from the room, but then something happens that stops him cold. His fingers flex on the cold floor, his muscles tensing just enough for him to turn his head ever so slightly. The motion causes his hair to fall to the side a bit, one eye now able to focus on the new angel. 'It spoke to me'

Despite the squeaky nature of the sound Kuro is amazed that such an obviously weak, slender little thing managed to address him directly. His gaze wanders around, taking in every aspect of the angel he can from his vantage point on the floor of the cell and with only one eye. Unlike most of the other angels he's seen, this one seems to like showing off his legs, the short tunic giving Kuro an excellent view of well toned calves and thighs. 'I wonder if it's medic thing' he muses looking at the blue cloth around it's waist. He's never seen one himself before, so he doesn't really have any reference to go off of for his observations. He follows up past the waist to a white box clutched tightly in his hands, 'Medical supplies I guess' to the angel's face. Fare skin seems to cradle a set of large deep blue eyes that are right now open even wider than normal, the touch of fear evident even from his place on the floor.

His eyes move up past that frightened stare to the small perfectly kept mop of hair atop the angel's head. Kuro can feel himself smirking, and as usual he finds his rebellious tongue forming around a smart ass comment. “I was right, they did send me a mouse. Well, at least they sent me something cuter than ugly and uglier over there.” He can feel his body tense as the green haired angel pushes his way into the cell and before his companion can stop him lands a harsh kick to Kuro's gut. As usual the act of violence does not cause the demon to cry out but all the air does leave his longs, spraying the ground with a fair amount of blood and rolls him further on to his side. The blood was from small cuts in his mouth he's gotten from the last interrogation session when particular strikes snapped his jaws together. The blood had almost congealed in there but as he rolls on to his side he rolls his tongue around his mouth before spitting out as much as he can in the direction of the now restrained angel. The motion of his body after the strike had opened up a few wounds that had begin to heal and Kuro can feel more of his blood seeping out of his body, seemingly intent on joining the stuff already on the floor. His gaze shifts from the angered angel to the medic and he feels another smile spreading his lips as he once again takes in the sight of the mouse in angel's clothing.

[AkiBlue]

The demon shifted ever so slightly. It made his long black...and awfully messy hair ruffle some. The mess wasn't much different than the guards or the warrior angels so he didn't mark that as a demonic trait. As more features were shown, more injuries were shown as well. It was rather horrid to think angels had the ability to do such things, but the demon in front of him was sheer proof. Aoba had still been examining from a distance, noting which place to start healing first when he looked up to be met with such deep red eyes.

That little twinge of fear turned into surprise at the sight. Not once had he ever seen red eyes like his. On to of this, he had never seen a demon in person before. In books he had read in heavens library, there were many stories told about demons only looking like monsters, with those red eyes. But this demon didn't look like that. He just liked beaten and defeated. Aoba almost felt sorry for the demon, but he remembered that he wasn't suppose to according to history. Standing there, he realized the demon had been studying him the entire time as he was examining injuries.

He felt like prey under his stare, and it only made him clutch the kit a little tighter. But he remembered Fenrir's words and took a deep breath. Aoba was determined to get his job done.

“I was right, they did send me a mouse. Well, at least they sent me something cuter than ugly and uglier over there.”

The comment made Aoba freeze. Did the demon just call him cute? Maybe that was just him mocking the angels. The little angel decide to continue on, not minding the mouse comment. "Um, alright. Well-" And suddenly, one of the guards rushed in and kicked the already half dead demon. Aoba jumped a little, putting a hand over his mouth aftet witnessing the cruelty. Blood splattered and he fell over. The green haired guard walked off and Aoba frowned, balling the fist that covered his mouth. "Hey! If I'm suppose to be healing him, you can't keep abusing him!" He spoke up for the demon, standing in front of him. There were slight feelings of sympathy for the demon, but that was never shown.  The emotion displayed before them was out of annoyance towards his future progress.

The green haired guard crossed his arms, being pulled out by the other and scoffed. "Whatever kid. He's better off dead." The other guard shook his head. "Leave the boy alone, it's not like he'll last working this job anyway." The two guards spoke as if Aoba wasn't in the room, making the younger angel turn his back towards them and huff silently. He decided to get to work then and there, so he could prove them all wrong.

First, Aoba bent down, opening his kit and pulling out three towels. One he used to wipe up the bloody mess as thoroughly as he could, which was pretty clean. The second was just a towel to rest on so he didn't have to sit on the floor, and the third was another small towel that would be used to wipe off the demon when it was needed. At the time, it merely rested on his shoulder. Hesitantly, now on his knees, closer to the demon Aoba reached his hand out gently, gesturing for him to scoot closer. The white angel wings were folded and tucked close behind him, unlike the guards, whose wings were folded and moving every time they turned to peek inside the cell in order to make sure the little angel hadn't passed out or been attacked.

"What's...What's your name?" Being a kind hearted angel, he thought it to be polite to ask for a name, so he wouldn't have to call him 'demon'. By this time, if the demon hadn't come ant closer, Aoba inched his way toward him, moving to get a better look at his back. Aoba hadn't dealt wuthering such serious injuries before thanks to the higher ups, so he guessed a whole lot more of his healing abilities would be needed. Especially where his back seemed to be extremely raw and damaged.

"Stay still please." His voice was soft as a faint glow painted his hands. He gently touched the wounds across his back. With each touch, the injuries would heal a fair amount, but not enough to stop the pain or heal the wounds fully. Though, the old scars on his body managed to heal and disappear from his back. He knew that it being the most damaged, if would take a lot more time, so he moved onto his arms and legs, being extremely careful not to mess with the loincloth he was wearing. The process was extremely slow because Aoba was being extra meticulous about each injury. "I'm going to have to bandage...your back. You won't be able to, um, heal as fast with these injuries."

[PopeAlessandros]

Kuro lay silently, unsure if he even had the strength to talk back anymore, but then once again the little mouse sends him into shock by defending him. The shock only lasts a few seconds, the other angel's commments the the little one's response to them making his motivations for speaking up very clear. However Kuro remains quiet as he watches the little brunet come closer and set to work wiping up the blood on the floor. 'Yes, yes, don't want to get your nice clean uniform dirty now do we? Would be such a shame for us to have matching outfits, what an embarrassment' He lets out a sigh as he watches another towel get placed on the ground, the angel kneeling down on it carefully.

He raises an eyebrow at the little 'come hither' motion and looks up at the child like he's lost his marbles. 'He's acting like I'm a scared little puppy hiding under a car' Despite his distastes for the idea, his stomach churning slightly, he curls back on to his side, bringing his body a little closer for inspection. 'That's right, get a good look at what your fellows are capable of. Kinda evil, don't you think?' The young demon knows that his thoughts are a little irrational and not very much like what he's normally thinking, but the last few weeks have been slowly turning his mind from a love of books, to a hatred for angels. However when the boy asks his name he doesn't hesitate, “Kurotama, it means black soul. . .Kuro for short, I don't like my full name. . .” At the sound of his voice the guards turn to look into the cell and Kuro is careful to keep his eyes on the little angel.

”Stay still please.”

Suppressing a laugh Kuro does as he's told, despite the fact that there isn't much moving he can do in his condition. At the first touch his body flinches, and each successive touch pulls another involuntary flinch from his body. So much pain has been had since even before his arrival that now each touch elicits a fear of pain response. The energy itself however feels warm, almost comforting, and Kuro closes his eyes to the feeling. 'Yeah, this is the life. A cute little mouse giving me the royal treatment. Ah, this must be heaven' Rolling his eyes at his own bad joke his eyes crack open as he feels the energy move lower. A little smile even tugs at his lips when he watches how carefully the angel avoids his only covering. 'You know, if the brutes weren't right outside, I could probably find it in me to tease him a little right now, but nah. . . .'

With him no longer loosing blood Kuro can feel a little of his strength return, and when told he's need to get his back bandaged he smirks and pushes himself up suddenly. The guards step up tot he door but with the last of his strength the demon turns so his back is facing the medi angel, crossing his legs so he can keep from falling over right away as his strength once again leave him. A pained hum sets up round his middle and despite being sitting now he leans forward almost like he's trying to fold in half. “If you need me sitting up little mouse you're going to have to do more than those soft little touches to get me upright.” He knows his phrasing could have been better, but with the angel in no danger he's fairly sure that the guards will not strike out this time.

[AkiBlue]

"Kuro. Alright." He gave a nod and began pulling out gauze to wrap his chest up. Aoba ignored what felt like hostility in the demom Kuro. It didn't seem like it was too irregular, and with the treatment he had been given lately, he understood. Aoba managed to move him like a ragdoll, back and forth, but he stayed as gentle as angelically possible. Even his gentle touches hurt the poor male. It made him all the more sympathetic. "Well, this won't be any good." Aoba looked at the clean gauze and then at his back. He put the gauze back in his kit and closed it. "This won't do at all... your back is much too wounded..." He was mumbling to himself, once again, intently staring at Kuro's back. Somewhere in the middle of his thoughts, he caught on to Kuro's suggestive comment and blushed lightly. Aoba quickly looked back down, focusing on his job.

After a few minutes and waiting for the bkush to subside, Aoba whispered sincerely. "I'll be right back. I have to get something." He didn't whisper on purpose, but it felt a lot more natural to keep the conversation between the two. He had already pegged the guards as angels who he liked less than the others. The angel wouldn't admit to hatred or dislike, because he felt that was mean.

Aoba stood, pushing the kit out of reach of Kuro and hurrying out the cell. The green haired male only chuckled and shook his head. "Poor idiot got so scared, he left his little medical kit here. Eh, he'll realize he's missing it." The angel gave a smirk and looked in the cell. "Heh, I hope you enjoyed the only visit you'll ever get." The red haired guard chuckled and glanced to see a lot of the scars and wounds healed up.

"Poor sap tried his hardest. At least he got the minor injuries healed."

"Yeaaaah, and that's probably the best he can do." The green haired angel stretched his arms and wings before he leaned back on the wall next to the cell.

Soon enough, Aoba returned with a small basin of warm water, with the towel from his shoulder now in the tub. The guards looked fairly surprise, and watched him walk by in silence. He stood in front of the cell door, waiting for the guards to open it. Each gave each other a look mixed with confusion and curiosity, but the redhead opened the door. Aoba walked in, kicking his kit back to where it was suppose to be, and he rested back on his towel, sitting the basin right next to them.

"It's warm, so you don't freeze...um, but you're filthy." He looked down at, the water for moment, slightly expecting a harsh or upset comment. "Your wounds won't heal if I just wrap you up so..." Aoba gently pushed the heavy basin forward. "Here you go." With that, Aoba decided it was in his place to move out of his way, so he scooted backwards in order to turn his back to him. "Um, also, I understand if you want privacy. I'll leave if you want me to...or I'll keep my back turned." The little angel looked down at the floor, ignoring the guards' gazes inside. "If you need any help just- just say so."

[PopeAlessandros]

The mouse sits behind his silently for a few minutes without doing anything, and Kuro wonders what he's up to. 'I swear if he slaps me on the back for fun those guards won't be able to save him him before I tear that cute little face off' Knowing very well that it is exactly what one of his sisters is more likely to do than an angel does not stop him from peeking over his shoulder to make sure he's not planning anything devious. However devious seems to be the furthest thing from his mind as the little guy leans in and whispers to him before rushing out of the cell. He eyes the med kit, wondering if there's anything to amuse himself with while the boy is gone, however after flexing his back a bit he decides not to even try. 'Yeah, too much trouble'

Listening tot he guards talk Kuro wonders for a minute if they are right, if he just ran off. 'Nah, that thing is too pure for something like that. I don't think he'd lie to save his life. Maybe someone else, but not his own' Feeling odd at putting so much faith in an angel of all things Kuro shakes his head, reaching up to run his fingers over a few of his healed wounds. 'They are right about one thing though, he did do a good job. These old ones are basically gone, and the newer ones aren't in danger of opening again. All except. . .' He flinches again as pain radiates through his back. That wound isn't going to go away for quite some time. He lifts his head slightly at the sound of someone approaching and turns in time to see the bewildered looks on his guards' faces.

'Haha, I win the bet we never made' he thinks, watching the red head slide the key in the lock, sliding the door aside once it's unlocked. The clink of the basin on stone draws his attention from the curious guards down to the lightly lapping water. He stares at it for a moment, listening to the angel without looking at him. When he pushes it closer then moves away a smile creases his lips and Kuro lets out a sigh. “Yeah, thanks for the privacy, not that I'd mind you watching. It's those peeping toms over there that I'm more worried about. They might just kill me out of jealously.” The green haired one flares up again but this time the red head warns him off. Rolling his eyes at the display Kuro reaches over and carefully picks up the towel, doing his best to wring it out one handed.

It's slow going, the joints in his shoulder and writs still very sore from being hung for so long so often. There hadn’t been a days rest between interrogations and he's sure by the end of next week they are both just going to pop out of socket and stay there. When it comes to his legs he stretches them out as carefully as possible, but a few growls still find their way out at the ache in them. First laying on the cold floor, then having them folded against the hard stone with his weight pressing into them leaves them rather abused feeling. 'This is nothing compared to my back, but man, I hate sore joints. . .' He does his best to reach every part of his legs but after a good half an hour he gives up on the backs of his thighs.

Throwing the towel into the basin, turning the water quickly a sickening mix of gray and red, Kuro calls out to the small angel. “I obviously cant get my back and would likely just end up tearing it up more back there, so you come over hear and deal with the mess your kin made of it.” Turning slowly to the side he mutters, “M'too tired to keep sitting up right now” And with that he lays down face down, parallel to the wall opposite the little angel. “Oh, and if you're serious about helping, I could get to all of my legs, so have at it. . .” His voice grows lower, softer as he lets out a long sigh. “And don't worry about the cold. I like the cold. . . .” From the door he hears one of the guards ask the other what Kuro had said, but neither of them could hear him properly.

[AkiBlue]

Aoba immediately averted his eyes from Kuro towards the sly comment. He wouldn't even think to watch his patient clean. That was probably a rude gesture as a medic. Then, his eyes traveled to the two guards who were once again fuming by Kuro's words- well, the green haired one at least. The redhead just tried to calm him down for the second time. Aoba sat on his knees, with his back to Kuro. He quietly waited as he heard the soft swishes of water. Twice had the two guards tried to peer back and see if Kuro was actually following directions, and twice had Aoba's pure white wings opened and spread to obscure their view. "Give him his privacy." Aoba spoke gently, not making with the eye contact with them. He was starting to feel their annoyance towards talking orders from a child.

It took a long time, and around a few minutes, into the thirty,  Aoba's wings were folded and tucked nearly again. The guards had given up on peeking in and decided to wait. The growls were heard, but Aoba didn't dare move. It was something he wasn't expecting, so he hesitated. The guards stood straight, but relaxed when the growling died down. Kuro then asked for his help, making Aoba jump up in his aid. "Oh. Okay. Don't worry. I'll help you." He sat by Kuro's hip and decided to start with his legs. At first,  Aoba hesitated to touch the dirty water, but overcame the short before grabbing the towel and gently beginning to wipe his legs down. It was more out of nervousness, but the farther up Aoba had to go, the slower he went. It was an awkward scenario all together, but with a determined demeanor, he kept cleaning.

"Now to your back." Aoba wrung out the towel and tapped the water ever so slightly. It was enough to cause a faint ripple, and glow for a brief second. As gentle as he could, he began wiping down Kuro's back, although being firm was required if he wanted to clean him properly. Aoba would apologize for hurting him every few moments, but never stopped cleaning- and trying to heal him in the process. He started from his shoulders, all the way to his lower back. Feeling the intense amd curious stares on the two guards, Aoba's wings lifted and hid the male, save for his feet. He didn't explain his actions, he only did so.

"One more time. Sorry. But I need you to sit up for me. I need to bandage you." He apologized again, and aided to Kuro when he needed help sitting up. Aoba let him grumble as he began bandaging him up, occasionally having to move into personal space to get the bandages tight enough. After a few minutes of struggling, Aoba gave a triumphant look. "There, you'll get better in no time." The white wings were once again tucked away and Aoba waited, almost expecting questions from the other.

 

[PopeAlessandros]

As the little one scoots in closer to do as bidden Kuro thinks back to when he was washing up. Too distracted at the time by pain to give much thought to the actions, he now wonders about the flashes of wings between the guards and himself. 'Was he seriously trying to shield me from them? It's not like they would hesitate with wrenching the thing out of the way if they really wanted to get to me' Then like a bolt he remembers the kid speaking at one point. After a few seconds thinking a slow grin spreads on his lips. 'He was stopping them from watching me. “Giving me some privacy.” Interesting. . .' The grin only widens as the angel begins working on his legs, getting slower and slower every inch he moves up. 'So innocent, it's a-dorable! And kinda sexy'

Rolling his eyes at his own thoughts he hums lightly as he hears the towel hit the basin again. He can not help a flinch as the angel announced what's next on the agenda. 'Aw, can’t you go back to rubbing my legs? You were almost to the good part' Sliding his arms out to make sure he doesn't strike at the little mouse he tries to relax before the pain hits. It works well enough and as the boy sets in the only sign that he's feeling anything are the little gouges in the stone left behind by his claws. Slowly the pain begins to fade a bit, enough for him to open his eyes and notice that once more the wings are sliding him from view. 'What dedication. He really is intent on them not seeing me like this. Too bad Mouse, but when you leave they are most likely going to make sure I'm not too healed'

He can feel little bits of his strength return as he reaches the lowest injuries on his back and as the angel help him up a little plan forms in his head for some fun before he goes. His body still flinches at every touch, even going so far as to shudder when he moves in closer during the binding process. 'He really is thorough. I can tell he's covered the whole thing, no more raw open wounds. I wonder why they were acting like is some terrible rookie or something. Well, he may be a rookie, but he's at least got more balls than the rest of the staff, if they weren't kidding earlier about the orders from God thing. . .'

Letting out a little sigh as the angel sits back Kuro turns ever so slowly as to not spook him. As soon as he's in position his body rocks forward faster than it can respond and he places a feather light kiss in the boy's temple. At the same time his hand comes up to caress the fluffy white mass behind him and he manages to find a loose feather quickly. “Good job, Little Mouse. . .” he whispers directly into his ear before falling back away from him quickly. Before the guard, who began moving into the room as soon as he'd lunged forward, can see what he nabbed he slides it into the band of his loincloth in the back, longways so it's not sticking out.

The red head grabs the angel and roughly shoves him out of the cell, throwing his kit to him before ordering him out. Meanwhile the green haired one knocks the basin over in his rush to get a hold of Kuro, the contents spilling all across the floor of his cell. He has just enough time to think 'Uck, and they are going to make me sleep in that, if I sleep at all tonight' before he finds himself with an angel twice his weight sitting across his chest, his arms pinned to his sides. The red head slams the gate shut to keep the angel out, should he decide to try and rescue the demon and once more orders him away before turning to his partner.

[AkiBlue]

There was nothing more for Aoba to say. He packed his personal kit quietly. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Kuro rocking and immediately sat uo to catch him should he fall. But instead, to his surprise, he recieved a kiss on his temple and a thank you. His eyes widened a bit towards the gentle and simple kiss, mainly because he didn't think he was suppose to be so close to the demon. The blush,  oddly enough, stemmed from the compliment. He actually said thank you. Most of the time, dealing with younger angels who got minor injuries, Aoba never got a thank you before. But even from the demon, it felt... Nice. The little angel offered a small smile before nodding. "I'll be back tomorr-!"

Suddenly, Aoba was jerked onto the opposite side of the cell doors and landed on his back side, not without a few surprised squeaks. "O-Ow!" He flinched when his kit was thrown, landing at his side. "W-What was that for!?" He stammered and scrambled up to see Kuro being tackled down. "H-He's already hurt! Leave him-!" The redhead pushed Aoba back, closing the gate shut. He ordered him to go, but Aoba watched as Kuro was manhandled and his basin spilled. "That- That isn't- Stop, I just-"

"Kid, I'm only going to tell you to leave one more time before I throw you out." This made Aoba shrink back, and hurry out the cell.

"But I just healed him... He said thank you..." Aoba mumbled to himself and hurried out.

The green haired male was getting a kick out of watching Kuro pinned and defenseless. With a devious grin, he pressed his elbow into Kuro's back. "Heh, just how well did the kid patch you up?"

Red, his nickname now was, watched, leaning against the bars. With a shake of his head, and a light chuckle, he whistled. "That's enough play time for you. Ha, save the job to his prosecutors."

The green haired male got up, kicked the basin off to the side, and then kicked Kuro in the gut. "Trash... Don't go soiling our angels."

****

Aoba hurried out the prison, and up the steps in the castle. He had immediately went into Fenrir's office in order to explain the situation. "Sir, I fixed Kuro up as best as I could. But as soon as I did, those guards attacked him!" Aoba huffed, clutching his kit with him. Fenrir glanced up for a brief second and merely gave a shrug. 'Why won't you care? Why are they hurting him... What did he do wrong?' but he kept these questions to himself, in fear of being yelled at or scolded.

Instead, Aoba walked defeated to his own room in the castle, and went about cleaning his stained attire, along with cleaning himself.

[PopeAlessandros]

Even as Kuro tenses underneath the angel, the elbow to the back making it impossible to breath, a small smile still finds it's way to the demon's lips. Over Green's rough voice he can hear the little angel's cries. Calling out for them to stop, trying to protect him despite everything. 'What a trooper you are Little Mouse' The sweet little sounds of him shouting out for his sake keeps the smile on his lips even after he's gone and a sharp kick to his midsection empties the air from his lungs in a rush. Kuro actually thanks the angel mentally about the kick. It keeps him from snapping out another comeback that was sure to get him more than the little roughhousing from a moment ago.

With a huff Green leaves the cell, Red following soon after. “Look what you did. That mess in there isn't going to clean itself up you know.” Red grumbles to his partner.”

“We'll just say that filth did them himself and we just left him to lay in his own mess. Besides, it wasn't that much water, it'll dry up soon. When they take him out tomorrow we'll just have one of the palace staff come in and clean it up.” Green explains reasonably. Red looks a little dubious over lying but after a few seconds he lets out a sigh and nods, agreeing to go along with the story.

Inside the cell Kuro lay still, half curled around his stomach on instinct. The wet filthy water against his skin feels a little gross, but he's been around worse so he is able to ignore it for the most part. Instead he focuses on getting his breathing even once more. He can tell the bandaged on his back are slightly out of place, but doesn't have the motivation to try and fix it. 'After all, they may have healed me today, but the guards themselves say I'm going for another session, right on schedule tomorrow' He grumbles a little, the faint muttering sounds not enough to catch the guards' attention. One hand inches it's way forward and he begins playing with the water while he waits for a modicum of his strength to return.

Time passes and eventually night in heaven falls, casting the cell in a faint blue light. Red and Green are replaced by two new angels, but these he's discovered have no interest in hassling him, so Kuro leaves them alone in kind. The night allows him to relax a little bit more, the evening light far less harsh to his senses. About an hour after sundown he manages to push himself slowly into a sitting position against the back wall. The guards turn to watch him move, but as soon as the see what he's doing they turn back around. He watches them for several minutes before reaching slowly behind him to pull out his prize.

The lone white feather seems to have a glow all it's own in the dim light and he just stares at it for a time. It's combs are parted in a few places so after a while he reaches up to smooth them out. Soon it's looking as good as new. 'You're still connected to him, I can tell. So it's true' He sighs softly. 'Even after these things fall out they remain connected to their angel, a little bit of their life still in it. I've head of my kin finding dropped angel feathers down on earth and being grossed out because they still had their heavenly glow. I've always wondered if they were pulling my leg. . .' He runs his fingers gently over and over the soft thing, even after all the combs are perfectly in place. He spends well over an hour just amusing himself with the feather before he decides to hide it away, not wanting his prize to be taken away so soon after claiming it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

'They must still be mad over yesterday's kissing incident' Kuro surmises as he is quite literally thrown into his cell by his guards. He lands hard on his back, thrown that way on purpose he has no doubt, knocking the wind out of him. Green comes in after him moments later and snaps his shackle in place, giving it a harsh twist so it cuts into his flesh. “Just tell'em what they want to know, filth, so I can get out of this stupid guard duty.”

“Ah, yes, of course, how inconsiderate of me.” Kuro manages to gasp out. “I am so sorry to inconveniencing you, what was I thinking?” The sarcasm hangs thick in his throat, earning him a quick stomp to his chest. The action grinds his already sore back into the ground as well, the fresh splits in the bandages grinding his new open wounds into the ground. The only saving grace for the moment is that, true to his scheme, the green haired angel had indeed gotten the cell cleaned while he was gone. 'So glad I'm not adding dirt and dried blood to these things. That would be embarrassing should the Little Mouse show up again to treat me. “I'm sorry, I tried to keep it clean, but I failed on account of some oafs thinking that I asked them to grind dirt into them!” Yeah, that'd work'

As he lay there sprawled out on his back he really does wonder if he'll get treatment again today. His wounds aren't as bad, but then again, his old ones were nowhere near healed either. His back is still on fire with pain, and with several new strikes having shredded the bandages he sure it looks a mess back there. The new wounds would have no doubt soaked the remaining bandages, making them beyond useless.

[AkiBlue]

The next day, Aoba was up bright and early. He was out and about before Kuro's little session began. He had over heard a few of the medics talking about a batch of angels that had recently come from a fight with a few demons on earth. For once, Aoba wasn't curious to see them. It wasn't like they would let him see anyway. He would've gotten in the way, so the medics said. Instead, Aoba was packing his kit with stuff for Kuro. The focused packing made a few of the medics watch in curiosity.

"What are you doing now kid? You know they won't let you in to the ward. Why do you keep trying?" Some of the medics felt sorry for his constant attempts, and constant failures. But it wasn't like they did anything to help him.

Aoba glanced up at them with a smile and closed his kit. "I'm not worried about them today. Mr. Fenrir gave me an important job to do!" He noticed more angels become rather curious due to the mention of the head staff.

"And what would that important job be?" One angel asked with a teasing tone. This made Aoba puff his cheeks a little. He wouldn't admit to having negative feelings toward them all, mainly being annoyance and frustration. He was taught to forgive and forget, so he merely sighed.

"He gave me the assignment to fix up Ku- the demon after his sessions." With that, he turned and hurried off. But as he left, he could hear the laughter of the other angels.

"Fenrir is trying to get him killed! Or that kid is insane!"

"What does it matter? The trash will only get worse and worse after each session he has. There's no point of that boy trying to fix him again and again."

"Fenrir is probably just trying to get him out of the way."

Aoba clenched his kit and forced away tears. "Why are they so...mean...?" He sighed and focused on his job. Before he went to the prison ward, he went to Fenrir's office. He walked in to see him organizing a few needles and sedatives. "Excuse me sir, I was wondering," Aoba paused seeing Fenrir pause to look at him. "If I can use one of the sedatives... to help numb the pain for-"

"No. You're job is to only close the wounds he gets. His pain is well deserved. Aoba your patient is a demon not an angel, remember that." And with that, he was done with the conversation. He put his foot down, and pointed him out of the room.

Once again, Aoba was shot down by his authority and all he could do was sigh and turn away to go tend to Kuro. He had passed a nurse's cart, one that was conveniently holding a set of needles... And one that he needed. But he was no bad seed. He wasn't going to take something that wasn't his. So, with the things he had, he made his way down to the only prison in heavens.

The first thing that he was greeted with was surprised grunts from Red and Green. "Kid. You are one crazy angel."

"Can't believe you actually accepted a stupid job like this one." Green grumbled and leaned against the wall, looking as if he'd fall asleep. Red opened the door and Aoba quietly walked in the cell to see Kuro sprawled on his back.

He hurried to his side, not worrying about getting out a towel to sit on. "Where- where does it hurt the most?" He asked, not wanting to tossle him around if he was in too much pain. The bandages ge carefully placed on Kuro were tattered, making him sigh and begin carefully pulling them off. Red watched quietly, in slight curiosity while Green mumbled something about 'letting trash rot' before he slumped into a chair to try and doze off.

[PopeAlessandros]

A slow smile spreads across his lips, the sound or soft footsteps heading for his cell letting him know his earlier question is being answered. The door slides open, the fast pace of the footfalls making his smile even wider. However when he's finally addressed his need to tease overrides his rational mind. Opening his eyes he looks up into the angels eyes with a falsely earnest look of sorrow. His hand comes up to rest over his chest where his heart would be. “Here. You left me so suddenly, for so long, my heart couldn't take it! It ripped right out of my chest, and was locked away so it could never be hurt again!” His overly dramatic words are accompanied by his free hand coming up to his forehead like some old fashioned stage actress.

He chuckles moments later, the motion of it sending sharp stabbing pains through him from his raw back. The chuckle turns into a cough and a small bit of blood escapes his mouth, seeping down across his cheek to join the puddle on the floor. The pool is still mostly underneath him, so he's not surprised that the angel didn't seem to see it, but as he looks up at the Little Mouse's earnest face he lets out a sigh, dropping the arm from his head. “You may want to try where the blood is. . .” he murmurs, watching his hands work over the bandages across his chest. With a faint sigh he stretches his arm across his chest, his bloody shoulder now much easier to see. Unable to roll himself properly at the moment he glances over his shoulder. “Halp?” He tries to keep his tone casual and light, wondering why the boy doesn't seem as bothered today to be close to him.

When he finally manages to get over on to his stomach with the angel's help he lets out a grunt. While he works Kuro flinches, twitching, his body one more responding fearfully to the perceived threat that physical contact poses. Not wanting to spend this session in silence again other that the muttering from the angel about “sorry” and “It's going to be okay”, Kuro decides on today’s opening conversation. Taking a steadying breath he murmurs soft enough for the guards not to hear, but loud enough for Aoba, “It's true about the heart thing you know.” He turns his head so he can see the angel, his arms crossing beneath his head. “Most demons either destroy them, or leave them be, not giving them any thought. However father wanted to protect his family from the horrors of falling in love, so when each of his children reach the majority he removes them and locks them away in a safe place.” Looking towards the wall he adds, “One of my sisters asked for her back once, and father set her up on an unbeatable challenge to earn it back.” His gaze returns to Aoba. “She's still out there Little Mouse, trying to do the impossible for that thing. . . .”

[AkiBlue]

Aoba couldn't help but give a look of confusion towards Kuro's theatrics. He watched silently with a slight tilt if his head. He wasn't sure if he should apologize or let him continue. But the confusion subsided when Kuro coughed up blood. The angel immediately got one of his towels and wiped the blood from his cheek, careful not to get too close to his mouth. He had heard that demons had sharp teeth and fangs, he didn't want to get bitten. It sounded like it would hurt...a lot. "Try where the blood. . ." His eyes wandered downward, only to get a clear view when Kuro moved.

The little angel gasped and helped him roll over. There was a pool of blood forming from a shoulder wound, and the many on his back. "That is awful." He said in slight disbelief, more to himself than to Kuro. To think that his siblings had to fight for their own hearts was saddening, and he sympathized for Kuro's sister silently. It probably wasn't allowed considering the two weren't suppose top get along, bit Aoba couldn't help being nice.

Aoba let him have the towel that he wiped his cheek with and got another in order to wipe up the blood. Once again, he went about thoroughly cleaning the area before he went to work helping Kuro. He had fully prepared to stay silemt th3 entire time, fine with it that way. But when Kuro started to speak, he found himself engaged in the story.

He had accomplished healing the shoulder wound, and was on to his back before he actually spoke. "T-That doesn't sound well at all. Is that, um, is that why demons lack emotion?" He asked in innocent curiosity. "I was told that demons don't...But I've never- never knew why." He didn't want to admit that he had never seen a demon up close, or at all before. If he admitted that, Kuro may not have wanted him to tend to his injuries. Then again, he didn't want to tell Kuro about his lack of true experience because he was normally laughed at or just shoved to the side.

Aoba pushed the thought aside, more curious about the conversation. After he answered, Aoba worked up the courage to ask another question. "Do you, um... do you have w-wings?" He looked back down to continue fixing his back. "Sorry if it hurts. . . I asked for sedatives to numb the pain, but they wouldn't let me have them. Sorry."

[PopeAlessandros]

Tucking the towel beneath his head Kuro just watches for a while, his eyes trained on the young one. 'He really looks sad about it. Almost as if he feels sorry for my being heartless. . . .Nah, it's more probably about sis and her struggles. Thinking about someone having to suffer for something so basic for an angel would be sad for them I guess' Despite all the flinching from the touches Kuro lets out a sigh at the soothing feeling of his wounds closing. 'So nice to not have so much of my blood racing out of me all at once, thanks again Little Mouse. . . .Huh, he hasn't mentioned me calling him that. . .I wonder if he likes the name. Nah, I bet he's just too scared to correct me'

He raises an eyebrow at the little guy's question about emotions. “I never said anything about not having emotions, where'd you get that foolish idea? Idiots like that?” He tilts his head back a bit indicating his guards. Luckily he's still speaking quiet enough for them not to hear the insult. “Listen, there are only two emotions located in a demon heart: Love, and the pain caused by it. Even when it's gone we still feel the full range of emotion, just not those two. We can be happy, sad, angry. We can feel despair, fear. . . .Lust.” His smile widens as he looks to the angel with that last word, his sharp fans glistening in the light coming through his little window. Turning his face back to the wall in front of him Kuro lacks his jaw together involuntarily as the boy strikes a sensitive spot.

“Yeah, we're not without feelings, it's just most of my kind doesn't like to admit it.” he says softly through clenched teeth. At the next question his finds himself laughing again. It is short lived, the cuts in his mouth aching when he opens his mouth too wide. The sound however catches Red's attention and he peeks inside for a second. Seeing nothing wrong he goes back to staring at his sleeping partner. “Ah, so green, you really don't know anything do you? Well don't you worry your cute little face, I'll tell you all about my wicked kind.” He turns to look as Aoba with an odd looking smile on his face, reflecting his rather bizarre emotional turmoil on the inside. 'A part of me wants to tear his face off, but I know it's not him I mad at. Doesn't make the feeling go away, but I don't get this other feeling. Like I want to keep him here. I bet it's just because he's healing me, but still' “I'll tell you, as long as you keep coming back to me love.” He winks playfully, turning back to the wall with a sigh.

“I indeed have wings, but unless I need them I keep them inside. Unlike angels who have them out all the time, our kind can't afford it. I’m not sure if you can hide yours, I've never seen an angel without them, but for us it's too dangerous.” Reaching out with one hand he spreads out his fingers to demonstrate. “See, our wings are like a bats, made of think flesh stretched between thin little fingers, the thumbs sticking up with little claws at the joint so we can cling to things or hook them together for a neat visual effect.” Pulling his hand back in he huffs. “You guys got the better deal, yours being so durable and all. However we got you on maneuvering.” Laying his head down on one cheek so he can look at the angel he raises an eyebrow. “Any more question Little Mouse? Oh wait, I have one too. Did you really think they were going to let you lessen the pain? I'm a demon they're not sowing me mercy by letting you heal me, they are letting you heal me so they can make me feel more pain longer without dying." He doesn't sound condescending, just very matter-of-fact.

[AkiBlue]

"Oh. I was just told-" He glanced back at the guards after Kuro insulted them. He didn't agree or respond to the insult, he merely continued with his healing. He wondered why the angels taught him something different from what Kuro said. Maybe they just didn't know, or maybe they didn't try to learn. As he listed off emotions and things he felt, Aoba couldn't help but shift a little towards the last one. He immediately looked away, not wanting to stare into Kuro's eyes for too long. Even so, Aoba continued to listen, curiously. He noticed the small jerks and clenches Kuro would have, making him silence. He would check that out as well.

Aoba was noticing the little nicknames he was being given like Little Mouse, or the occasional cute. But he only assumed it was just him being playful or the demonic nature he was told about. It did get him a little more intrigued to know that Kuro would teach him about demons, though he tried not to show it too much.

“I'll tell you, as long as you keep coming back to me love."

Aoba blinked. "W-Well I do have to heal you..." He said, almost as if he was sealing the deal in anticipation to hear more stories. The angel really wanted to know, since he was never allowed to go out to the Earth realm. He made sure to pay close attention, looking down at Kuro's hands as he explained the nature of his wings. He couldn't help but trail his finger tips over where Kuro's wings would have been. "No feathers? Your wings sound like they'd rip." He immediately pulled his hands away, mumbling an apology. "Angel wings don't hide. We can will them to disappear. Just- Just like our halos." At the mention, he tapped lightly where his halo would've been and sure enough it appeared, giving off a soft glow, but soon disappeared after.

Thankfully, his question changed the subject, even if it made Aoba's feathers ruffle in distaste. There was nothing he could say about it because he knew it wasn't his place. So his cheeks puffed lightly, only to blow the air out. Instead of bandages this time, he put patches on the more severe wounds. "They're going to keep tearing up my bandages... I'll just put the patches on since they're for short term use." He explained quietly.

"Alright, last bit before I'm done for the day. I need you to sit up." Aoba ignored the grumbles and helped him up slowly and gently. "Your mouth? You have cuts there too, yes?" He asked, showing his attentiveness before actually helping Kuro. Getting so close to his mouth was probably dangerous. And if the guards were paying attention, they'd probably tell him not to do it. Slowly, even if Kuro lied and said no, Aoba hesitantly touched his cheek with a warm and soft glowing hand, healing the cuts. He did this with the other side too, and got the same healing results. "Better?"

[PopeAlessandros]

'Despite his lack of strong reactions tot he teasing, this angel is fun to play with' Kuro muses, the hands working over his back making him shiver. 'He responds to what I say without really acknowledging the tease. It's in an of itself a fascinating response' Suddenly a new type of shiver runs through his body, the cool touch of fingers over the sensitive skin where the base of his wings would be drawing out a light gasp. 'Oh, that. . .It's been a while since I've been touched there. I bet he doesn't even know how that feels' His guess is proven accurate when the little one apologizes as if he hurt the demon. Unable to really do anything about the now pleasant hum running through his body, dulling the pain a bit, he instead looks up to watch him touch the air above his head.

'I was wondering about that. Those I've seen come and go, but I guess it's still there even if one can not see it' “No. No feathers. And you're right, they would rip easily, which is why we keep them tucked away. It takes a long time for a demon's wing to heal.” His voice is even quieter now, just enough for the medi angel to hear. 'The last thing I need is them knowing that and using it against my kind. We have a hard enough time defending our wings as it is. If they found out that they could take us all out of commission for a while just by ripping at our wings they'd stop going for the killing shots we're use to and the angels would suddenly have a distinct advantage' With that thought in mind, he looks up to the angel treating him and wonders why he doesn't feel bad about telling him about the weakness.

He doesn't really have anything to say about using the patches instead of bandages, however Kuro does log away the look on the boy's face when he puffed up over Kuro continuing to get hurt. 'That's right little Mouse, this is more of a curse than a gift. The faster I heal, the more they can hurt me. But, the pain I can take. It's the loneliness here I have a hard time with, so I'd gladly face more torture session if it means even just a little time with someone willing to talk to me civilly each day' He can not help grumbling a bit when the boy tries to get him to sit up, not wanting to pull at the sticky patches on his back. However he doesn't fight and obediently gets into a sitting position with Aoba's help. He raises an eyebrow, wondering how he knows about the mouth cuts.

'Most would assume the blood coming out of my mouth was from internal injuries' He thinks about it for a second. 'But I guess having treated my injuries with that energy of his he would know if I'm hurt on the inside' He nods slowly in reply and watches those hands come in close to his face. 'They are shaking, I wonder if he's afraid of my mouth for some reason' The feather light touch threatens to make him grin, but instead he holds perfectly still. 'Well, he did see my fangs the other day, and most are afraid of things they are unfamiliar with, especially if they are potentially dangerous' The process is repeated on his other cheek and he sighs. His mouth opens wide as he runs his tongue along the inside to see if he misses anything. He fangs are clearly visible as he does the check and he watches the angel carefully.

Once the check is done he smiles at the smaller male. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure they are not watching this time Kuro brings a hand up behind Aoba's head to keep him from retreating before leaning in and placing a light peck on his forehead. “Good job, Little Mouse.” he murmurs once again before releasing him and moving back, not wanting to spook him by making him think he's trapped. Settling back against the nearest wall he smiles over at the little angel. “You really helped with the pain today. Come back tomorrow, and I'll tell you how.” At the slight raise in his voice Red turns to look into the cell. However he didn't here what the demon said so instead he calls out to Aoba to ask if he's finished.

[AkiBlue]

Aoba was a little surprised that Kuro would tell him such important information, but then again, Aoba did ask. So far, much to his curiosity, the stuff he had learned about Kuro seemed to be much different than what he learned. The demon was fairly nice compared to the cruel heartless ones he was told about. Even with the impression that Kuro was nice, Aoba quickly moved his hand in order for him to check. He didn't want to get bitten, but his head tilted curiously as he pointed out each of his sharp fangs, and teeth.

When Kuro grabbed him, Aoba pulled his wings in tight and shut his eyes. . . Only to recieved another kiss. "Oh- oh,  you're welcome." He blinked and sat back. Did some odd reason, he didn't mind the soft pecks. It didn't do any harm besides irritate the guards, and Kuro was only showing that he was thankful. He then began packing his kit. "I try." He said simply before standing and giving a smile. "Of course. I'll be here tomorrow. Try not to-" Before he could finish, he heard Red speak up. "O-Oh. Yes, I'm finished."

"Then hurry and get out." Green yawned and scratched his head. He seemed to grumble something and stretch, getting up from his chair. Aoba quietly listened, glancing back at Kuro. He was going to say goodbye, but Green hurried him along. Aoba wondered why they were rushing him out so quickly, but obliged. As he made his way out, the two guards looked at Kuro, Green of course speaking. "It's your lucky day. Your playmates decided that since you get healed up now, you get to have more fun with them."

~~~~~

Aoba walked to put his things up, only to over hear a few angels talking in front of the door. He paused at the corner to listen carefully.

"Heh, that kid has become useful after all."

"Yeah, since he gets healed up, the guys plan to take him for double the sessions."

"Mauve with the added treatment, that demon will finally tell them what they need to know."

Aoba's eyes widened a little. 'How could they do such a thing? Kuro was just healed! They could- He remembered what Kuro said. Aoba was only being used to make Kuro last longer. The angels left and Aoba made his way to the door . Quietly, Aoba put his things away with the other medical supplies and sighed. 'Some of the angels were so indecent to be so pure. What was wrong with them? Why did they have to be so cruel...? What did Kuro even do.'

The angel's curiosity led him the opposite way of his room and towards where Kuro would be going. It wasn't hard for him to go unnoticed, but to be safe, he hid away.

[PopeAlessandros]

'Rude bastards. But, what do you expect. They look kinda excited about something, and I'm guessing it's not something they want the little one to hear' Kuro watches as they force the young angel to rush off and his assessment is confirmed by Green's words. It isn't too long afterward that the guards are sent word to bring Kuro up for his second session. As always he doesn't complain as they unshackle him just to put on thicker, harsher ones than his usual simple ankle one. His set restricts his movements, keeping his hands latched in front of him side by side, the metal itself taking up his entire lower arms. On each leg is a weighted shackle, chained together by a poll making walking look rather awkward. As always he stays silent as they put them on, his mind and body preparing for what's about to happen.

The trip is quite other than the clinking of the bar against the cuffs, his breathing so slow that one would question if he's still alive should they not already be use to him slowing it like that. Green looks to Red, his tongue clicking angrily. “He's doing it again.” Green tries shaking him to get Kuro to respond, however he ignores the both of them, his focus somewhere else.

Red shakes his head. “Don't bother, you already know it won't work. He's. . . .Wall, doing whatever it is he always does.” Green grumbles angrily but complies, continuing the trek to the interrogation room.

“Did the request go through for the brat to treat him again tonight for tomorrow's session?” Green inquires of his companion.

Red nods. “Yeah, but that will happen during the night shift. I hope those slackers realize what they are dealing with when the time comes. He's already made a move on the medic once, he'll most likely try it again sometime when he thinks he can get away with it.” Green nods, spitting into Kuro's hair. However Kuro doesn't notice, his mind already set for this second session. The guard finally pull him into the interview room, the ground still stained from the blood from the morning session. The room is darker than any other part of the palace, the only source of light a floating ball of light near one corner. The light falls perfectly across Kuro's back when he's chained up, making it easy for his interrogator's whip man to see what he's doing. The light can be moved to work on his front as well.

Like all previous sessions the interrogator and his whip man let the guards get Kuro into his chains before they bow themselves out of the room. The whip man steps forward to check the manacles before stepping back into place. The blond angel steps forward, close to Kuro so he can look into those now glowing red eyes. “Going to be stubborn again I see. Well not to worry, I think if we redouble our efforts we'll get what we need soon enough.” His voice is very arrogant and condescending. “Now, just to give you the courtesy: What are your foul kind planning? We've got all the reports, you are planning something, now what is it?”

Kuro looks him in the eye and with a smile he says, “Yer ma, we're planning to plow her.” His voice is very different from when he speaks to Aoba. The lightheartedness, the soft feel, it is all completely gone. The second the last word leaves his lips the angel behind him strikes out with a lash hard enough to knock Kuro forward, the manacles ripping into his wrists and his shoulder muscles screaming with pain. However the expression on his face doesn't change even as another, stronger blow falls right after that one. The session goes on for well over an hour like that. Kuro only providing the angels with smart ass remarks when he can manage to say anything at all, until at last he can't even do that. Instead he simply glares angrily at them, his back once again in ribbons, his chest a mass of bruises from the interrogator himself's booted foot.

The entire time Kuro doesn't cry out once. That part of him that can actually respond to the pain locked up somewhere deep inside. He can feel it, the pain not lessened by his removal of that part of him, however it does keep him from giving them the satisfaction of thinking they are getting to him. The lack of response, above anything else, even the fact that he's not divulging his secrets, is what angers the blond the most. And Kuro knows it. 'Someone like him deserves to not be satisfied. My tears, heck, even a little yelp would please him so much right now. He's worse than a demon. At least a demon would know a lost cause after only a couple sessions, or at least change tactics. Moron' Unfortunately he says that last word aloud and with a growl the blond angel unsheathes his sword, advancing on the demon. With a hiss he sinks the tip of the blade into the back of Kuro's wrist just below the manacle, and with a harsh tug drags it along the back of his arm all the way to his shoulder. 'Well, that arm'll be useless for a while. Not that I need my right arm for anything in particular'

Disgusted by the lack of response from Kuro he orders the end of the session with Kuro still able to stand, but just barely. The demon is on the verge of saying something that is sure to land him in the nether world, but his guard's words from earlier force him to hold his tongue. 'The little mouse will be back tonight. And after his healing and a light session, maybe I can have a bit of fun. I don't want to be passed out for this round of treatment' He is once more put into the overly restrictive shackles and lead back to his cell where after unlocking him, throwing him in, and replacing his ankle manacle his day guards leave, his night guards already in place. After a bit of shifting Kuro is able to sit up, his bloodied back against the wall so he can face the dull gray bars which make up the door of his cell. Once settled in against the back wall he begins humming softly, waiting for his new little plaything to arrive.

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The door was cracked open, and he planned on standing there to watch. No one else was around for Kuro's session so he managed to be a little mouse as the demon called it and watched. Immediately, the first thing he saw was the heavy shackles thrown onto him. It was no doubt hurting him alone.  Aoba watched, listening carefully. Instead of the soft voice he was used to, this one was like venom and scary. It made the angel flinch a little, but he kept his eyes peeled on the sight.

The next hour went by in pure horror. Aoba's eyes were wide in fear and his hands covered his mouth in order to silence the gasps. Each lash was worse than the first. Blood was everywhere and yet Kuro still stayed strong. Because of his soft heart and gentle nature, Aoba's eyes teared up. He couldn't help but cry towards the male's conditions. For an entire hour, the demon faced so much cruelty. It was unjust! It wasn't right! Angels didn't do that, he was told demons were the ones who attacked weaker beings! This wasn't right at all. . .

The little angel's heart nearly stopped when he heard the footsteps of the night guards. As fast as his wings could take him, Aoba flew off to get his supplies. His breathing was heavy and Aoba sat for a moment to wipe his eyes. 'Why did I go to see? I saw the damage, I didn't need to see how it happened' His hands shook lightly and he curled up on the bench, looking at his kit. Time was going past, and he was starting to become late for his session. He did promise that he'd be there, and Aoba was going to keep his promise

The little angel got a few extra supplies before hurrying on foot to the prison. Because it was the night shift, the guards were less talkative, and cared a lot less than Red and Green. "Here kid." Aoba walked in silently, looking at the floor. He wiped his eyes again quickly, just in case the tears were still there before he took a seat in front of Kuro. There was no hiding the sad, sympathetic look in his eyes. "Turn please." His voice is soft, and he away from Kuro's red eyes, still a little scared from the angry looks from before.

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Kuro feels a little discouraged as the light in his cell becomes lower and lower, the possibility of his pet angel showing up looking like much less of a sure thing with every passing minute. Even the guards seem to be a little confused, looking to one another curiously. 'I wonder if he gave up? Did I scare him off with that last kiss, or when I showed off my fangs? No, he looked happy on his way out, and he's not the kind of guy to be able to hide his emotions all that well' He begins humming softly, the light tune making the guards turn to him for second before going back to ignoring him. When at last he hears those now familiar footsteps approaching he sits up a little straighter, falling silent as he waits with a little smile on his lips.

However when the female guard opens the door for the small angel his smile falls and is replaced by a look of confusion. His eyes narrow as a small hand rises to wipe at his face and Kuro instantly recognizes the fact that the boy has been crying. 'But why? Did the sudden request to treat me again make my words from before really sink in, or is it some other-what is that smell?' His thoughts are interrupted as Aoba comes to sit in front of him. He ignores the boy's request an instead tries to figure out just what it is that he's smelling. 'I don't think I've smelled this on him before, but somehow it smells familiar. But where could it be from. . . ' Then it hits him.

Glancing to make sure the guards can see his actions from behind the little angel's drooping wings Kuro reaches out and gently runs a thumb over the trails of dried tears on the little angel's cheeks. Bringing his hand back he holds his thumb under his nose and breathes in carefully. 'That's it' Now understanding the overwhelming sad feeling from the boy Kuro reaches out and just as gently as when he's touched him before he lifts Aoba's face with a finger under his chin. His eyes are rather kind looking and a sad smile is on his lips. “I thought I recognized that smell. You were watching, weren't you Little Mouse?” His finger rides from his chin down his jaw before he pulls it back and presses the heel of his palm against the little one's forehead.

“It's hard to see the wrath of your father take form, isn't it?” He murmurs softly, a true note of pity in his voice. He of course is speaking of the god that created all angels to be his hands, his will. Kuro remembers the first time his own father had failed him. He was barely a few years old and was being tortured by one of his older siblings. Kuro had tried to run and hide behind his father, something he'd never tried before. However Satan had just kicked him away, right into his sibling's grasp and turned his back on what was happening to him. It wasn't until years later that he realized that that was not an unusual response for a demon parent, but even after learning that, his father had still lost his faith in his eyes. He lets his hand drop as he waits quietly for the little one to respond.