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

[AkiBlue]

"I suppose you're right." Aoba said, really only talking about how the girl enjoyed his wings. He didn't think he still gave off energy as a fallen angel. Maybe he just didn't know it because he was around Kuro so much. Well, it was nice to know that some still believed in his innocence as an angel. "Well, she was a baby. They don't know what's right from wrong just yet... unless, you've been around me too much." The thought of a demon becoming pure was ridiculous to Aoba- and nonetheless it made him giggle. He looked at Kuro, trying to imagine him with fluffy white wings, a halo, and maybe a hazel eye color instead of red. "Hehe, you'd be a. . . Rather nice looking angel." Aoba laughed, only half teasing.

He was in charge of grabbing fruits, and he refrained from pouting when Kuro left him on his own. It wasn't a hard task. Just grab some fresh fruit, and then go back to Kuro. For some reason, the humans always decided to seek if Aoba needed help. It made him wonder if he looked like a lost child or something. "Do you need any help sir?" Aoba blinked, holding a bag of grapes. The young woman that asked held a curious expression, almost as if she was eager to help him. She moved closer and gave a smile.

"Oh, um, no. No thank you." Aoba shook his head, and noticed the disheartened look in the her eyes. And almost immediately he felt bad- because it was Aoba. He didn't know why she wanted to help so bad, but he decided to let her. . . Although he would've appreciated it if the human didn't stand so close to him. "A-Actually. I guess- um, could you help me find fresh strawberries? I didn't see them anywhere."

"Oh! Of course!" She led him to the right place and he grabbed the ones that he thought were the most fresh. Aoba said a soft thanks and the employee grinned. "Of course. And if you need any help, any at all just ask me!" Aoba nodded and turned away as she winked. When he did turn, he spotted Kuro coming towards him and he heaved a sigh.

"Um, here you go. I tried to make it light as possible." Aoba put his additions to the basket and followed him to a line. It was longer than the last store they were in, but then again, there weren't that many people. The fallen angel wasn't sure why the humans were so odd to be around to him. It wasn't like they were bad or anything they were just. . . Different from what he was used to. He stayed quiet in line and waited for their turn to pay for the items.

[PopeAlessandros]

Kuro shifts around so Aoba is in front of him and murmurs “Stay facing forward so no one bumps your wings, alright?” His gaze darts around the room as various sets of eyes fall on the pair of them. Some are curious, some, disapproving, but all seem to have some judgment or another behind their eyes that makes Kuro roll his eyes. 'Humans are like any other species, so judgmental, thinking they know what's what from their little tidbits of information and what they see for themselves. It would be funny if it weren't so sad. I mean, I bet most of the town already thinks he and I are lovers despite the fact that neither of us have said as such, but that won't stop all those teens from flocking in and trying to score with one of us or the other'

He snorts softly, setting the basket up on the conveyer belt so the check out girl can begin scanning their purchase. The bagger looks up, smiling at Aoba before looking to Kuro and asking, “Paper or plastic?” His gaze immediately goes back to Aoba and the demon has to fight not to growl.

“Plastic, double bagged if you would sir.” His voice is honey sweet and at the sound of it the young man turns his attention on to Kuro and seems to look a little mystified as he begins doing as asked. 'I can at least keep him from ogling. . .' Kuro hums softly, paying for their purchase before making his way out back into the warm air of the outside world, the angel along side him. He lets out a long sigh and growls softly. 'My Little Mouse' Smiling down at the brunet he tilts his head to the side. “So, do you want to walk back, or fly?” He asks softly as to not be overheard.

[AkiBlue]

Aoba shifted in the line and faced forward. His eyes stayed on everything but the humans staring at them. Why they were staring, he had no idea. Could they sense the demonic aura or something? That couldn't be right. These humans weren't elderly or young children. Their eyes spoke for them. Some were judging with skepticism and hate for something Aoba didn't do. Others were genuinely curious. Maybe because it was a small place and it seemed everyone knew each other. When they were at the front of the register, Aoba moved farther down so Kuro could talk to the woman and pay for the things. "Because you can't just take stuff." He mumbled to himself as if a reminder that they couldn't take things and go.

He ended up standing near a male who was putting the groceries in bags. at the question, he noticed the two types of bags on the side... Plastic looked better. And Kuro chose plastic. He met eyes with the bagger again, this time returning a shy smile. The look in his eyes were completely different from the other humans. Before he could figure it out, Kuro turned his attention to his work. When the bagger was done, Aoba gave a polite smile and picked up two of the bags before Kuro got the majority of them. "Thank you." The bagger smiled and seemed to fumble over a proper 'you're welcome' before Aoba followed Kuro out.

The cool air was gone, and they were back in the heat. Aoba had almost forgot about the warm air and his growing fatigue. At the question, the fallen angel glanced up. "Well, I don't want to be a burden or anything. . . We can walk. I don't mind." It wasn't his favored option, but it would have prevented Kuro from carrying groceries along with himself. Aoba could walk, he was sure of himself. He had energy, and being cooled down helped so it was all fine. He remembered which way to go so he turned down the right path and led the way to the house.

[PopeAlessandros]

Kuro lets out a little chuckle. "When have you ever been a burden? It is for me to decide such things, silly Little Mouse.” He knows the angel will not take him seriously, but he feels the need to say it anyways. Setting up at a brisk pace at the smaller male's side he begins humming softly, going over all that still needs to be done, and randomly how those up in heaven are viewing his helping their little fallen wonder. 'I wonder if they consider it cheating that I'm helping him out with all this stuff. I mean, I'm making him do work, but with me around, there is no chance of failure, and a very small chance of getting killed. . .Do they even bother with the fallen after they fall? Hmmm. . . '

~*~*~*~*~

Hopping up on to one of the posts of the newly made pig pen Dani bounces along them until suddenly turning and hopping atop the nearest pig. It squeals and tries to run, but Dani just hops on to the next one, bouncing around the pen until all the animals are running this way and that, making his noises of fear. With a grin he hops to the side, watching the madness for a while until they begin to settle, once more wandering around and scratching at the ground. 'Bored now. . .' Instead of moving on to the next animal to begin their torment he heads into the barn, popping up into the loft where he's carved out a place for himself the night before.

Settling into the nest shaped hay fort he made himself he scrambles to the middle and brushes aside the hay so he can look down at the pregnant cow directly beneath him. For once, his mind is rather calm, his contemplation of the beast below while fairly complex, it remains linear, and free of his usual sporadic declarative indicative of his standard level of madness. “I've never been so close to life before Okaa.” He doesn't care what his brother and the toy will name her, if they ever do. He will simply call her “Mother”. The cow shifts at his voice, but mostly ignores the demonic gaze from above. “I mean, you have a baby in there, right? And when you give birth, that will be life, coming out into the world. . . .I've never seen that. . .Or even been near it for that matter. . . .I wonder what it will be like. . . .”

~*~*~*~*~

Closing his door with a long sigh, Fenrir sits down at his desk, shaking his head softly.'It was to be expected, and I do not blame them. After all, he is, in all likeliness. . .' The arch angel sets down a small flat rectangular package, about the size of both of his hands put together wrapped in white silk. He stares at it for a long time, lamenting the fact that, as Aoba's adviser, it had fallen to him to not only deliver the news, but to present the object to the young angel's parents. 'I never wanted this to happen, and had I known anything even remotely like this would come to be by this one careless order on my part, I would not have been so foolish. I would have stopped myself from treating him so foolishly'

He sighs as once again his eyes fall on to the silk wrapped object. A part of him desires strongly to unwrap it, and as his parents have chosen not to take it, he has every right. He is silent for many long minutes, staring at the object without really seeing it. He almost doesn't even notice his hand snaking out, only seeming to respond as his fingers curl around the ties holding the package closed. With a final sigh he gives the shiny white ribbon a tug and murmurs, “It is better to know, than to drive myself mad with wondering. Almost like magic the silk falls away as the tie is pulled and with a sift sound the cloth slides completely off the surface of the object inside.

The dark wood frame is painted with gold leaf, giving it a warm yet metallic quality, the object in the frame almost looking like a very blurry movie from it's place on the table. The object, is a soul mirror. This object is normally used by guardian angels to keep an eye on their targets, but over the years it became a tradition to present these mirrors to the families of fallen angels for them to keep an eye on their kin. However, after a time, it also became almost customary to turn down the mirror. It became quite clear that keeping an eye on their fallen family is far more painful than just hoping for the best in ignorance. However Fenrir has never been big on not knowing, so with faint trepidation he pulls the soul mirror in close, the object already keyed on to Aoba gaining focus as he takes the frame in hand.

[AkiBlue]

Aoba quietly shrugged, although he knew many ways in which he considered himself a burden. For one, all this work Kuro was doing was technically all of Aoba's responsibilities. Even if the demon was avid on some sort of debt he had to pay. The fallen angel had long since forgiven him. It wasn't like he could hold much of a grudge anyway. All the work Aoba was supposed to be doing was a consequence of being a fallen angel. It was his responsibility, but even he knew there wouldn't have been much hope for his survival if Kuro hadn't decided to stay. And technically, Kuro had saved him plenty of times from the wandering demons- that was a life for a life in a sense. . . And yet here he was, humming away, helping him with his life.

It started to make him wonder. . . 'What's in it for him? He says that he wants to help and has some debt to pay but. . . Demons don't just help angels. That's not how things work. Aoba got a little doubtful, but that only let him know that he was still an angel- and hadn't been tainted too much. There was still some sort of angelic aura fighting for his purity. He recalled every time Dani referred to him as a toy. A toy? I wouldn't be useful as someone's pet. . . I'm not very good at much. He could find some other fallen angel couldn't he? Well. That might have been kind of difficult considering not many angels were kicked out.

He went cold for a moment as he thought about the other angels. Not once had he thought about what his parents might have thought. Even if he didn't see them often, he still cared about their opinion- well now that didn't matter. . . He was sure all of the angels were probably glaring down at him with anger and disappointment. Aoba couldn't help the fact that for some reason demons wanted to stay around him- though now he was weary of the costs.

Both his parents spent time on earth. The thought of seeing them face to face made him feel sick with dread and worry. He wasn't sure he could handle that situation.

- - - -

When the soul mirror connected to Aoba, Fenrir sighed in relief. 'He's still alive. Good. Even still, he could practically feel the tumble of emotions that were going through the fallen angel. It amazed him how he could handle them all without going crazy. Angels didn't have to worry about so many turmoils and traumas all at once. And here was Aoba facing it all. . . After another moment, he could see Aoba. Though, his eyes narrowed at the company he had. Why was that demon near Aoba? 'Aoba. . . Run. Get away from him. What are you-' Looking closer, he noticed they were holding food. It only further confused him.

Was he being helped? It was hard to make out, considering he couldn't hear them talking. Fenrir looked up at the door, making sure it was closed completely before looking at the mirror once more.

[PopeAlessandros]

Kuro continues to hum to himself, at first unawares of the slow spiral of negative emotions building in his companion. 'This is nice. I know that's a human way of thinking, but there is just something inherently nice in strolling along, someone you enjoy being around at your side, the light breeze. . . .If I was romantic or sentimental or something like that, I would even say that this is a poetic picture. . .' He shakes his head with a chuckle, enjoying the moment, however as the spiral continues in his companion the demon begins noticing. His head turns and he looks down towards Aoba's troubled form.

'I wonder what's wrong. . .Well, there is a lot wrong with his life right now as far as he's concerned, but it's not like there's been anything to prompt it this time. He seemed fine just a short time ago' The breeze picks up for a moment, tossing the short brown mop of hair this way and that, the small particles of dirt and other some such drifting along like a passing idea. The tall grass lining the gravel road shivers, making the air about them dance with the sound of them shifting against one another, and as far as Kuro can see, there is no reason for his Little Mouse to be suddenly depressed. Never one for knowing just what to say, the demon tries a different approach to bringing up Aoba's spirits. Shifting all the bags to one hand he reaches out and runs his hand through the smaller male's hair in a comforting manner, smiling softly at him without a word.

~*~*~*~*~

'I wonder if Pops has ever been around for any of our births. I know we weren't allowed to be around for the birth of each other, 'cept maybe Issho, but then again, he's a bit more reserved than the rest of us. As the first born, I think he may have earned the trust of Pops enough to not kill his younger siblings as soon as they are born. I know I, for one, for quite a while, wanted nothing more than to rip Kurotama to little shreds. . .I think Pops called it a. . .Some kind of instinct. . .I know lesser demons loose a lot of kids that way, but now, no matter what, I know I would never kill the little nerd, just play with him. He's so fun to tease, at least when I'm not on some sort of tether'

Dani rolls this way and that, enjoying the rough yet almost slick feel of the hay against his skin as he lets his thoughts tumble this way and that. Below him the cow looks up every now and again when either a hand of a foot lands hard enough to catch her attention, but for the most part she simply munches on the hay that his tossing drops down through the slates of wood making up the loft. Outside the pigs have settled and the chickens are picking out their nests. Meanwhile the turkey go about their business, jumping every so often when a little chick runs between their legs. Off in the field the cows and sheep graze, a few laying down in the early evening sun and just soaking it all in.

~*~*~*~*~

As confused as he is, and as much as it turns his stomach, Fenrir can not help but apply a bit of logic to the situation he sees before him. Aoba, is traveling with a demon, who seems to be helping him carry groceries, and by the look on his face, seems concerned for the small angel. Everything about the situation makes the arc angel's mind scream of folly, his stomach turning in disgust at the sight of the demon laying a hand on Aoba's head, however even as all this happens to him, a small part of him is touched by the show of concern.

'This is just crazy. Who ever heard of a demon helping an angel? And of all angels, how can Aoba consent to having that filth so close to him?! The taint. . . .Oh all things holy, the taint. . .' A great sorrow passes over him as for the first time he realizes just how dark the angel's wings have become. 'But, even at this level, it shouldn't be enough to have completely robbed him of his angelic instincts. He should reject the demon, naturally, as the rest of us do. . .But then again, Aoba has always been different, and. . . .He was. . . .kind, enough, to help this demon escape in the first place. . .' A new thought strikes him.

'I know. . .Demons follow their own code, their own set of rules. Perhaps. . .In helping him escape, and for treating him so well while he was here, the demon somehow now owes Aoba? I can. . .I can almost accept that, except, that would not explain that kind look on his face. . .Who even knew demons could look like that. But then again, most demons an angel sees, they attack. It does not give us much time to examine them. And after all, demon are the spawn of fallen angels, so one can suppose there are remnants. . . .But this is all besides the point!' He lets out a sigh, his focus returning to the mirror.

[AkiBlue]

A light breeze picked up and the fallen angel tried to turn his attention on that instead. The more he thought about it, the more upset he got over it. He shifted the bags in hand and sighed. 'I can feel the anger and disappointment already. . . Maybe that's just me. I might be overthinking things, although I doubt there is a way to think too extremely about this. I did get kicked out for one. . . That's probably the worse there is. And then he remembered Father Gerard talk about being sent to hell instead which of course would've been worse. Without a doubt.

Feeling the hand on his head, Aoba looked up at the male by his side. He returned the smile with one of less cheer. It was a sad smile compared to the ones he normally gave. But it was short lived because he looked back down and stayed in silence. For a moment, his gaze went up to the sky, looking up at the few clouds that were there. His head tilted this way and that, as if he was looking for something. But eventually, he looked forward.

"Oh look, the house isn't too far from here now." His nose scrunched up a little and he thought out loud. "I hope Dani didn't cause too much trouble for the animals."

- - - - - - - - -

When Aoba looked up at the sky, it almost appeared that he was looking directly at Fenrir. For some reason, it startled him and he put the mirror on the desk face down for a moment. He couldn't bare to look into the hurt, sad eyes of the angel. But, he had to see what was going on. He had to know what the intentions of the foul creature was.

'But do I want to risk seeing something I don't want to. . .? He knew he couldn't help small angel if anything went wrong. The last thing he wanted to see was his little medic being killed. The male tugged his collar, daring to continue watching.

- - - - - - - ' ' - - - - - - - -

Dani smelled the two approaching before he could see them. His growing boredom caused him to jump and fly towards them. It didn't take him long to spot the pair walking along the path. "No wonder it took you two so long! Why aren't you flying? That's what your wings are for you idiot." He landed in front of them, walking backwards in order to continue talking. "You guys took forever!" He droned on before noticing the sad energy around the toy. He raised an eyebrow before looking over at Kuro accusingly. 'What did you do to the toy?'

Just to mess with Kuro, he moved in front of Aoba, stopping him in his path. Once again, getting really close to him like he did before. Aoba blinked and stared at him in confusion. He had a mischievous grin, making Aoba step back. But before he could, Dani snaked an arm around his waist and flapped hard flying in the air. The sudden grab made Aoba nearly drop the bag. But Dani easily caught what fell and maneuvered to hold him and the bags. After the small panic Aoba relaxed and watched as Kuro got farther away and he got closer to the house.

"Um, thanks." Aoba said softly when he was put down on the porch.

[PopeAlessandros]

The demon chuckles faintly. “Ah, don't worry. He wouldn't risk his wings for just some minor fun tormenting the animals on to injury or something like that.” His hand falls back to his side and he once more feels that he missing something very important, however he can not quite find it in him to do anything more at the moment. 'Sometimes they need to work it out on their own, right? I mean, he still has many angelic qualities, however the mortal part of him may extend to his emotion too, could they not? I know in the books I've read about the human mind that there are many different kinds of minds, and he may be the kind that has to be the first to ask for help, and not be able to accept it before that. . .'

He lets out a sift huff, feeling Dani moving in closer from the direction of the house. When he lands, the babbling going ignored by the younger brother, Kuro only pays attention when Dani looks at him with the accusing glare. Looking over to Aoba he huffs then looks back to his brother. -I didn't do anything. He's just like this sometimes- He can not of course relay this silent communication so he's not sure if Dani gets it, however a moment later when he scoops op Aoba, nearly losing some of their groceries, a harsh growl escapes his lips. He lets the smaller males get a fair distance in front of him before his own wings snap out and he takes off after them.

~*~*~*~*~

Fenrir watches stunned as a second demon approaches the small angel and he can feel the urge to tell him to flee once more entering his heart, however as it seems the boy is not frightened his fear once more turns to curiosity. His heart skips a beat a moment later however as the new demon grabs Aoba without warning. 'What? I thought the other was protecting him? What, why?' His confusion goes unabated as the angel is flown through the air and dumped on a dilapidated looking porch attached to a very old looking house. What follows this makes him literally freeze in shock.

~*~*~*~*~

He brakes a few feet above the roof, vanishing his wings so he falls a good ten feet to the ground, landing with a thump but without jostling the bags too much. As soon as he's sure Aoba is steady, watching as Dani hops back with a very recognizable grin, Kuro sets the bags carefully on the porch so they won't fall off or spill their contents. As soon as he's sure they are secure the larger demon whips around and launches himself full force at his older brother. Dani had been expecting this however, and he dodges, landing a harsh blow to Kuro's back. The taller male lets out a grunt before his foot whips around and collides with the little demon's jaw.

With twin roars they begin laying into one another, looking almost like one of those cartoon clouds of dust with fists, feet, and wings popping out here and there every once in a while. Neither is really hurting the other all that much with each landed blow, however this if far from the human's definition of a friendly scuffle. Kuro can already feel blood flowing from various cuts here and there across his body from his brother's sharp talons, and he can also feel the warm liquid on his own fingers. There is no need for an exchange of words, each knowing what the fight is about, and each also knowing the point is quite moot, however the scrap allows the both of them to blow off steam. Kuro more so since it has been longer since his last fight than it has been for Dani. A whole orchestra of sounds come from the dust balls as they roll around, each landing only a few actual blows ever few seconds.

[AkiBlue]

Aoba watched as Dani turned, not responding to his thank you. His head tilted as Kuro landed, but he bent over and grabbed the bags he carried over. He could figure out where they went. That wasn't too complicated. Kuro set his bags down and Aoba smiled a little. "I'll put them up. I can do it myself." Though as soon as the fallen angel grabbed the bags, Kuro took off. Of course this made him look up. And his eyes widened at the sight of Kuro being attacked and then Dani getting hurt as well. Why were they all of a sudden attacking each other? What did he miss?!

The male wasn't sure what to do. He was at a loss for words, only able to make various panicky whines of confusion. He shifted on his feet in panic, not wanting either of them to get hurt. Dani may not have been all that nice to him, but he protected him just like Kuro did. That was about as much of a bond he needed- or thought that he'd ever get with the smaller demon. A dust cloud formed obscuring his view. He didn't want to see the injuries being caused, but he did want to know if the two were okay. Apart of it was his medical instinct knowing that both of them would need to be treated. The male whined, knowing there was nothing he could do to help. He could go get a first aid kit, that was the least he could do. Remembering he had perishables, Aoba quickly went to work putting the food up and in place. Despite his hurrying, everything managed to be in the right place and in a nice little arrangement.

He ran through the house, scooping up the first aid kit when he found it. He ran/flew in order to hurry to the front of the house. The scuffle was still going on, and the dust cloud had still floated in the air. "G-Guys?! Kuro! Dani!" He called out, trying to get their attention. It didn't work, so he thought of the next best thing. His wings opened up and with a few heavy flaps, the force of the wind knocked both of them over and made the cloud fade.

"W-Why are you-!? What are you two fighting for!?" He was obviously startled by the sudden violence, and unsure what he could do. His wings ruffled in disturbance and his eyes were wide. The worry only increased when he saw all of their injuries.

- - - - -

Fenrir stood from his seat upon seeing the fight. Why were they fighting each other? Why was Aoba still sitting there! 'Run kid! Get out of there! Don't you see the danger you're-' He slumps back into the chair when he seed Aoba run off. . . Only to come back with a first aid kit. Why was he trying to stop the fight? 'Watching this will end up killing me. . .' He knew it was a ridiculous assumption, but that's how he felt. When he saw the first aid kit, his heart sunk. Fenrir knew the boy lost his powers, and yet he still had the need to treat their injuries. . .

[PopeAlessandros]

As soon as Dani notices the angel is gone he chuckles. “Looks like we scared him off!”

Kuro lands a blow to his stomach, ripping a part of his clothes away. “Shows what you know, moron. He's probably getting the first aid kit to treat us when we're done. He's weird like that!” He snarls as he feels his brother's claws scrap along his collar bone and he snaps with his elongated fangs at the offending hand. He grins at the taste of blood on his tongue as he manages to clip one of Dani's fingers.

“Treat us?! What the hell is wrong with him anyways? I don't know what you did to win his trust, but he's even being nice to me! Not that I'm at all surprised since I would make a better owner than you would! I bet you don't even have a training plan yet!” Despite the intenseness in their voices their conversation in relatively quite compared to the yelps and growls permeating most of the battlefield.

Kuro slams Dani to the ground with a harsh tug and with a sharp kick to the ribs flips him over. “Nothing's wrong with him, slime, and I'll die before I let any foul piece of shit try and “Train” him, got it?” Dani is on his feet an instant later, all thought of coming up with a comeback lost in his sudden thrill of seeing such passion in his brother's gaze. The fight doesn't go on much longer after that, a sudden gust of wind slamming into them, knocking them both to the ground in a tumble of limbs. In one swift motion Kuro knocks Dani in the face once last time, keeping him from attacking Aoba after that gust of wind. Depending on the frenzy, he very likely would have taken the blast as some sort of attack. Dani bites him in response before looking over at Aoba, a near innocent look on his face. Kuro mimics the look and tilts his head to the side. “What?”

“Yeah, what you do that for?” Dani sounds a tiny bit irritated, but mostly his tone speaks of innocent confusion. Kuro rolls his eyes, knowing that Dani honestly doesn't know why Aoba would stop their bout. The smaller demon rolls over on to the black clad one and the two of them shove at each other a bit as they both stand up. Kuro growls low in his throat but does nothing to stop the motion as Dani runs his hand over one of the more free flowing wounds on his little brother's body, bringing the hand to his mouth to lap up the blood playfully. Kuro runs his tongue over his own claws, taking in a little of his older brother’s blood with a chuckle.

With a slightly sheepish smile Kuro looks up at Aoba on the porch and chuckles softly. “We're fine Little Mouse, this is what demon brothers do in situations like this. It's completely natural, and we were in no danger, I promise.” Shaking his hair out a bit, slick spots of drying blood acting almost hair grease in places, he looks over his damaged clothing and quickly begins mending it here and there. 'Man, I really liked this outfit, but I suppose I'll have to get new ones soon. . .' He lets out a sigh at the feeling of his magic now resting directly against his skin.

Sticking out his tongue Dani rushes towards the back yard. “Me first!” Kuro growls as the smaller demon rushes off to get cleaned up before presenting himself for treatment. He smiles once more towards Aoba, wondering how he's going to react.

~*~*~*~*~

Fenrir collapses against his chair, the mirror held in one hand while the other goes to his heart, trying to calm the rapid beating. His eyes remain wide as the two demons climb to their feet, the smaller one running off to the back yard moments later. 'I don't know what in the heavens is going on, but I really will lose my mind with this if I don't stop. . .Or if at least I get a bit more information. . .' The thought dawns on him suddenly and without a moment to lose he quickly wraps the mirror back up and swiftly finishes up his paperwork before racing to the library, the wrapped mirror in hand. The library in heaven is limited, for the sake of the angels and human souls living there, knowledge being one of the most corrupting forces in the universe, however Fenrir is determined to find out all he can about demons before the lack of understanding robs him of his sanity.

[AkiBlue]

Aoba waited for his answer, only to be shot with questioning looks. The little angel looked fairly appalled by the sudden confused looks he was given. Now he really wanted an explanation. He noticed the sudden playfulness between them and he was officially at a loss for words. There was nothing he could say to express his confusion. Thankfully, Kuro was the one to give him insight on the situation. But that insight was. . . "N-natural? Kuro. . . You two are bleeding. A lot." 'You two are crazy! That's not natural! If anything you could have told me before making me have a panic attack! You two- I can't-. . . Gyah!' Aoba's cheeks puffed a little as he pouted.

He loosened his grip on the first aid kit and heaved out a sigh. Rubbing his temple and then his face, he nodded. "Well. . . You two are still bleeding. We should at least cleaned you up." Thankfully, Dani cooperated easily and darted off to the back to get cleaned. The fallen angel sits on the porch step to wait for them to get cleaned up. To clear his mind of the 'natural chaos' he looked over at Kuro. "I put all the food away." His nose wrinkled a little, seeing the blood stains on him. Even on Kuro, it was still gross. "But don't go inside. You're dirty." It was an actual command from the fallen angel.

He didn't mean to make it sound like such, but Aoba did have a tendency to be a clean freak. That was one thing he learned about himself, pretty quickly.

- - - - - -

He wondered why it was so difficult to find the right books, so he spoke to the librarian. "Where can I find the books on demons?" He was given an odd look, but he returned it with a serious one. The librarian sighed and set the book he was reading down and pointed to the back. "They're all in the far back. You'll see them stacked on a table. No one ever reads them- well, except for the one kid. . . I heard he got kicked out. What a shame." The doctor decided not to acknowledge the male's words, only nodding and walking off.

He did in fact see a pile of books all on the topic of interest. "What a peculiar little angel." He mused and sat at the table. He carefully set the mirror down and made sure no one was around to bother him. He unwrapped the mirror and pulled a few books out, spacing them out to look through simultaneously.

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Speaking of quickly, Dani had rushed back to the front of the house, using the speed to dry off some. "There! No more blood! Now, do. . .whatever you plan to." He pushed Kuro out the way to sit on the step next to him and looked at Aoba with large innocent eyes. The male prevented himself from 'aww-ing' and nodded. He opened his little kit and began to work on Dani, starting with his arms.

"This may hurt a little." He would say gently to warn him. Aoba's gentle touch worked as diligently as possible so Kuro wouldn't have to wait so long for his own treatment. Aoba focused on the upper half of Dani's body and when he got to his face, he cupped it lightly. Dani tensed, but allowed him to turn his head this way and that. "Not too bad. . . I think that'll heal on its own. Or, your powers. That'll work just as well." Aoba informed with a nod. He smiled when Dani gave a toothy grin.

[PopeAlessandros]

Kuro can not help the playful smile that creases his lips at the sight of Aoba puffing up. 'Oh boy, now he's upset, but true to form, I bet he's not going to actually say what he's thinking. . .I can't stop finding the look so cute though. He's like an angry toad but far more adorable!' The long sigh followed by him rubbing his head however dims his mirth, a touch of true worry sparking inside. 'It's not good for you to bottle up your emotions on this plain of existence, especially if they've made parts of him more mortal I think. . .' He lets out a long sigh of his own, the amount of work piling up before him knocking the rest of his smile clear off his face, replacing it with a slightly exasperated expression. As Dani races off to the back yard Kuro moves in closer to the angel, listening to him intently while he keeps half an ear on the demon splashing around in the back yard.

Suddenly he blinks. 'Did. . . .did he just give me an order?' He perks up a bit with a smile at the thought, and no matter how he tosses the thought about, it keeps coming up as a positive thing. 'Wow, that's amazing. I didn't even have to train that into him. It's his house, and he's already setting down the rules. I guess I can look forward to a lot of baths in the future if I plan on spending any time inside' He chuckles softly and gives a little bow. “As you command, my lord.” His tone, while not entirely serious, is neither upset, nor mocking. If anything, it almost sounds genuine. He lets out a faint growl and shoves Dani right back before heading to the pump to get himself cleaned up as well. He's a bit wary about leaving those two alone, with the guarantee that Aoba is going to be touching Dani, however he leaves them none the less, resolving to clean up quickly as to not leave them alone too long.

~*~*~*~*~

Fenrir skips over the parts he recognizes about their flight and maneuverability along with fighting capabilities and looks instead t the parts about behavior. He glances at the mirror, spotting the taller demon moving out of sight while the smaller one plops down like a dog in front of the angel. 'I wish I could hear what they are saying. That may alleviate some of this unease. . .' His eyes go back to the book on the left, his bottom lips going between his teeth as he reads. The habit is not one he's managed to train himself out of yet.

-Demons act on base animal instincts, killing and feeding almost like wild animals, unable to practice control at the lower levels. Higher level demons will often toy with their prey, for up to several days before feeding directly on their soul, the result being the death of the human. It is easy to recognize one being corrupted by a demon by their sudden change in personal habits and either shortened tempers, or depressed demeanor.-

~*~*~*~*~

'This is almost fun! Not only did I get to tear into Kurotama, but I got to get all up close and personal with the toy without it freaking out! I should fight with him more often if this is the kind of treatment I'm gonna get afterwords' He chuckles, rolling his eyes. “I don't have healing powers. The brat does, but that's just because of his mother, and he sucks at them anyways.” He looks thoughtful for a moment. “Well, I can burn serious wounds shut, but, nah, it's not like Kurotama could ever give me a wound that bad, the wimp.” He chuckles, leaning back to reveal a long shallow claw mark running along his right calf. With a grin he flops to the side, putting both his legs in Aoba's lap as he lays back on the step, one arm going behind his head while the other drops to a lower step where he begins playing with the wood with his claws.

~*~*~*~*~

The angel lets out a sigh, watching Aoba continue to treat the demon, not really seeing either of those symptoms. But then his mind goes back to the look on his face when he's turned to the sky and spooked the man a bit. 'He seemed a bit sad then, but I couldn't really read him all that well. I was too upset by what it appeared to be to see all that well. . .' With a huff he goes back to reading. Flipping to another book, this one supposedly a guide for new Guardian Angels, he sighs as the first page shows the sign of Satan's house. The picture takes up almost the whole page, with the words “If seen, do not engage” in bright bold red script. 'No duh, but that is exactly who he's with, so not help there' Flipping the page, he begins reading.

[AkiBlue]

Aoba dismissed the bow with a wave of his hand. "That's- that's not necessary." But Kuro was gone and was replaced with Dani. As Aoba treated Dani, he listened to the small talk. Hearing the news, Aoba nodded and gently held his face again. "Oh, well okay I can help with that too. Don't worry." He offered a smile. Before he could look at the injuries once more, Dani's legs were on his lap. Before he could ask, he saw the cut and quickly went to mending it. Dani watched with childlike innocence. He never had anyone to mend his wounds for him- and technically the demon really didn't need it. But, to get close to the toy he was to comply.

He watched the male bandage his leg and give a content look. "So, do I have to keep this on?" He lifted his head a little to see the work. Seeing Aoba nod, he huffed but nodded in understanding. "Fine I guess." Dani decided to mess with him a little, and pointed to his face. "So how about here? What're you gonna do to fix the little cuts and bruises?" Aoba gestured for him to sit up. When Dani put his arm up to be helped Aoba grabbed it, only to be pulled over Dani. He blinked and looked down on top of him.

"Um. . ." Aoba started, watching Dani grin innocently, showing his fangs. For a momentx he took the opportunity to examine Dani's fangs. They looked a litte sharper than Kuro's when he got Aoba got to see his. But then again, Dani seemed a lot more lethal compared to Kuro.

"Come on Doc, fix me up." He chuckled again as Aoba decided to just finish the job. He wondered what Dani was doing, but decided not to think too much about it. Dani had done this before with the flying and grabbing him. Kuro never seemed to approve of it, so he deduced it was something between them. What it was, he had no idea.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Fenrir had glanced over at the mirror to see Aoba on top of the smaller demon. The angel paled and nearly tore the page he was staring at. There were many outbursts, many very un-angelic, but he bit his tongue to keep silent. It was obvious the demon was enjoying the attention, but looking closer it appeared Aoba was only fixing injuries. 'Too. . . Close. . . He felt like a worried mother- and this wasn't even his kid. . . 'Aoba please. . . Fenrir brought a hand up to his head and sighed.

[PopeAlessandros]

Despite not being use to having someone touch his face without trying to rip it off, Dani manages to calm himself down and eventually begins purring happily as he's treated. His eyes remain open, barely, like a cat pretending to sleep. Despite the obvious non threat the angel seems to pose, the faint but distinct odor of personal grace on the taller male's body makes him automatically a bit nervous. 'Yeah, he really couldn't do anything to me. He would be toast, maybe even literally, by now if it wasn't for the wimp. That nerd sure knows how to pick'em though. Even though he's hanging with us, it isn't because he's corrupt, it something else. I know what it's like to be around corrupted souls, it feels a lot different than this. I wonder if there are other angels like him. Maybe he feels related or something. After all, we are technically the same race. . .Sorta. . .I mean, my mom was a Fury, but Pops is all angel. . .' He shudders at the though, his tongue sticking out for an instant.

~*~*~*~*~

-Being driven by primal urges, demons have been known to rape angels before killing them, if they have opportunity, so avoid single battles with demons. Do not engage unless you have adequate back up.-

Fenrir blinks slowly. Something doesn't feel right about that statement, however at the moment he is more worried about Aoba than his own experiences so he brushes the feeling aside and instead glances back to the mirror. 'Oh, Aoba, watch out. He looks. . .He looks like he. . ..Oh, this is so stupid! Why am I watching this, it's just going to end badly! I know. . .' His thoughts grind to a halt as the taller demon returns to the picture.

~*~*~*~*~

Now cleared of all blood he could find save for the stuff coming from his still open wounds, Kuro makes his way back to the front of the house only to find Dani being a dick once again. His eyes quickly scan Dani's face and, seeing all the wounds tended to, he moves around next to Aoba and pulls him off Dani. The smaller demon had become quite aroused, the gentle contact new and exciting, however he only lets out a faint growl as Aoba is pulled away from him. “Oh, c'mon Kurotama, he wasn't objecting. . . .”

Sticking a foot under Dani's back the little brother flips the smaller demon up, landing him on the porch. Still holding Aoba around the waist, the angel's feet a few inches above the ground, he glares at his older sibling. “Yeah, well, did he know what you were planning next? Take that woody of yours and go get acquainted with your hand if you really need that right now. It's what everyone else does! He's still innocent here you know, and angels do the whole love thing, which you very well know we're not equipped for, moron.”

Dani looks at him funny as he sets Aoba down on his feet at last. “Wait they only have sex when in love? That's lame. . .I mean, what if you do the whole love thing, and then you find out they suck in bed? What then!?” Kuro kicks a rock at him and he ducks, growling, before skittering off to the far corner of the porch to play with a bauble he suddenly notices. All other things seem forgotten ans he begins batting the thing around and Kuro lets out a sigh, looking to the angel. “I'm sorry we keep talking about you like you're not here, but Dani sees humans as lesser beings and it'll be a while before he stops. I'll try to get him to that point sooner. . .Forgive me?” He asks the last part cutely, tilting his head to the side even as a trickle of blood comes from a scalp wound on his head to trail down the left side of his face.

[AkiBlue]

"There, you're all done, okay?" Aoba watched the grin on Dani's face and the happy purring. The angel smiled, happy that he could be of any help. He was about to slide off of him, when suddenly he was whisked upward and held. A surprised squeak escaped his lips and he held on to Kuro's shoulder. Before he could ask why he did such a thing, the demon was already kicking his older brother. . . So he waited, holding on to Kuro. He could've gotten down, but the matter seemed to upset Kuro so he stayed still.

Hearing the conversation, Aoba's cheeks darkened and he looked away. Th-That's why he wanted me to be s-so close? I'd really appreciate if you wouldn't have your way with me. . . He blinked when he noticed Kuro talking to him. He wiggled out of his grip, but stayed close. "Hm? Oh, um, yes. I forgive you." Aoba nodded, though occasionally glanced at Dani. Now he had to be a little weary all over again with being around him. The last thing he wanted was. . .what could've happened. Or Dani attacking him. With Dani's weird bipolar actions, it was hard to say how he would act.

But, Kuro was currently bleeding and that was more important at the moment. Without hesitation, he pulled away but grabbed Kuro by his shirt and pulled him to sit on the porch. He started with his head, having to search through his hair for it. Gently, fingers combed through until he was able to find it and clean it, along with the trickles of blood that slid down his face. Following that trail, he decided to fix up the minor injuries on his face.

"How. . . How did you know about that? The marriage thing with angels? It's true, yes, but I didn't think you would've known- or any demon really. After all, you did say you weren't capable of, well, love anyway." It made him remember the many times Kuro had casually brought it up, and the many times Aoba had gotten just a tad disappointed by the news. He couldn't fully grasp why, but he didn't try to pursue the answer either. Even as he spoke, he continued fixing up Kuro.

He checked both his arms before actually pausing to ask, "Where else?" And then being directed to the next non fatal wound, he continued to fix up.

- - - - × × × × × - - - -

'I really need to get this upgraded. . . To get the sound. One minute it looks like he's in danger, but the next he's perfectly fine. And he's healing the demons again. Fenrir could feel the headache of confusion come a long and he closed one of the books. He wasn't going to understand it all in one day, so he decided to take a rest. He didn't need grey hairs because he was stressing over Aoba so much. And he still had to check on his staff- he realized he hadn't done that in awhile. Fenrir would just leave the books there, seeing that no one normally came to take them away, or read them.
Before he left though, he decided to watch on a few more moments before wrapping up the mirror.

[PopeAlessandros]

His brows furrow as Aoba dusts himself off, the distracted tone worrying him slightly. 'Did he notice and want to handle it on his own? I know Aoba doesn't really get upset, just put out, so why. . .' His concern turns to amusement as the smaller male pulls him forward, then down on to the steps, by the front of his shirt. 'Well, he's learning that I don't need to be treated so delicately, which is a good thing, I suppose. I don't see it as a bad thing, so I'll think of it as good for now' He smiles warmly at the other, tilting his head to the side once more. He stills however, shifting his head as Aoba begins hunting down his scalp wound. He suppresses a purr, not wanting to sound like Dani after talking about the small demon's intentions. However his eyes do close to the warm feeling pooling in his stomach and hums softly.

In the corner Dani pauses to look over at the noise. 'Telling me off for it, then he goes and. . .Well, he's not exactly like me, but still it's obvious. What, does he plan on falling in love? He can't do that! It's not possible. Love is silly. That kind at least. I know Issho says some loves is important, but that's just silly too. I don't love my siblings, I just don't kill them, that's affection enough' With a huff he hops up on the porch rail and flutters off to play quietly with the turkeys, still not trusting himself not to accidentally kill the chickens.

Kuro glances over as Dani flies off, Aoba so focused on his face seemingly not noticing the demon flying past. 'He is so dedicated. It's cute' He'd opened his eyes when Aoba was done with cleaning up the wound on his crown, wanting to watch the angel as he works. That intense look in his eyes, those smooth controlled movements. A part of the demon really admires what Aoba does, and a part of him wonders if one day he could be the local doctor or something. 'That would make him happy, wouldn't it? I know he could only do it for one lifetime, but then we could move, send all the animals to a new farm, maybe one closer to a town, and he could take up a job as a young doctor again, and I could look after the animals, and. . .' Realizing his thoughts are running away from his Kuro sighs, his gaze once more focusing on the angel before him.

His head tilts to the side, honestly a bit confused as to why Aoba is confused, but the question is quickly followed up by a query about the rest of his injuries. Flexing his body a bit he winces at a pain in his back and without hesitation he pulls of his jacket and shirt, turning to the angel can tend to the eight inch long claw marks running across his back. The scars from what happened up in heaven are still there, now permanent after soaking in the pools in hell the wound healed fully, but unlike angelic medicine, the pools do not heal scars. There are not too many, however the big ones that had been covered in the false flesh are bright white and well defined against his lightly tanned flesh.

Shifting into a comfortable position he raises his voice ever so slightly so Aoba can hear him even clearly with his back turned to the smaller male. “Remember that book I told you about? The one that says relations between two males is bad? Well, it's not all bull. A lot of the values in various places are real, and one of those has to do with marriage. That is a holy mandate that demons actually often use to their advantage, the power of it. . .Well, you don't need to know that.” He trails off for a second before speaking up again. “And actually, I said nothing about marriage, just love.” He chuckles, then falls into a serious silence. “Pops. . . He told me once that God keeps a lot of the truth from you angels, but I'm just starting to figure out what he meant by that.”

Once his back is healed he turns to look at Aoba, gesturing to a short slash across his chest, most likely caused by one of Dani's wing claws. “Down in hell, there is a book that contains all knowledge, and a few times, Pops let me take a look at it. He said angels are not allowed to know certain things. Something about shaking their faith. I have to admit I was more interested in the book that listening to him talk, so I may have missed a few things.” He smiles sheepishly. “Don't worry though, I'm sure it's nothing you have to worry about any more. After all, you're down here now. . . .With me.” He knows that what he just said is probably not the best way to put things so he quickly adds, “And if they ever drag you back up there, they'll most likely do a brain wash thing to cleanse you of all the taint, so you'll forget it all anyways. . .” He can not hide the touch of sadness in his voice, and he looks away, closing his eyes gently against the pain.

[AkiBlue]

Aoba waited patiently for him to show the rest of his injuries. When he was undressing, to be polite, Aoba looked away only to notice Dani had wandered off. "He has a really short attention span." The angel thought out loud, before turning to see the claw marks on Kuro's back. He frowned a little and ran his fingers along the scars no doubt from his capture. They were completely healed thank goodness, but he couldn't do much about the scars. He remembered the many times he went to heal his wounds and to see they only got worse. He shook his head lightly and went to work on the claw marks on his back.

He listened to Kuro and nodded, though he was sure Kuro couldn't see it. "I should really look at that book one day." He once again thought out loud as he worked. A confused frown spread on his face and when he finished with his back, he stopped. "What are you talking about? We're not told lies. . ?" Though when he said it, it sounded more like a question. Kuro turned so Aoba could see the chest wound. He was forced to move closer, not minding the close proximity. Though, his healing was a lot more slow because he wanted to know what the demon was talking about.

There was no way he was lied to. There couldn't be. . . Aoba's face scrunched up, but he relaxed when Kuro told him not to worry. "It still would be nice to know the truth if that's the case. . ." He looked up at Kuro's mention of being with him, but he quickly looked down when he blushed lightly. His eyebrow raised at the thought of being 'dragged back' and he shook his head. He sighed and went quiet for a moment, finishing his work. "Yeah, dragged back. I doubt they're even checking up on me down here." Despite how sad it sounded, Aoba gave a small smile. "I think you'll be stuck with me for awhile,"

Realizing how it sounded, he quickly added, "Well, for as long as you decide to stick around." He spoke quietly and moved back from the demon. "All done. It'll heal fine. And now, you can go inside if you want." He poked his fingers together and then gestured inside. "I put everything up."

[PopeAlessandros]

Kuro hums once more, this time at the close proximity coupled with the feeling of Aoba's hands on a bit of his more sensitive flesh. 'I wonder if this is what they call a healer's touch. If so, I'm starting to understand all those stories of patients falling in love with their doctors' He tilts his head to the side cutely. 'That is in essence what I’ve done, save the actual love part. More, I've fallen in lust and fondness with him. This kind of healing feels very intimate without the healer realizing that particular fact I think' He lets out a faint sigh at the evident worry on the angel's face, the thought of not being told the truth obviously disturbing even if it no longer matters. In truth, Kuro has a good idea as to why angels are kept in the dark about certain things, however he us reluctant to share his hypothesis at this point.

Remembering that Aoba mentioned wanting to read the book, he scoffs slightly. “If you wanna read the book, just ask for a copy from the old man next time he's here. I'm sure he has plenty of spare copies in his line of work.” Moments later the angel pulls back, finished with his work, and Kuro's eyes fall to half mast, a warm smile on his lips. As always after being doctored by the younger male, he reaches up and takes hold of the angel, slipping his fingers into the short slick hair just above the back of his neck before leaning in and placing a kiss on a pale cheek. “Good job, Little Mouse.” he murmurs. Rather than letting him go right away however he pulls back a few inches so he can look into the other's eyes, the look in his eyes of pure fondness.

In a soft warm voice he adds, “I'll be here. . .” His hand flexes slightly, sliding down to the back of his neck as he presses his forehead to the smaller male's. A moment later he's pulled back and is heading inside to check on the job Aoba did putting the groceries away, leaving his ripped, bloody clothing out in the dirt.

As he begins checking over things, Dani meanwhile decides to wander over to play with the toy while his brother's not around. He overheard much of what they talked about, and while he has no idea what 'book' they were talking about, it was clear from the tones and inflections that Kuro has a very large head start. 'Why is the runt so appealing, huh? Is it just because he's been with the toy longer? No, can't be. The better demon always wins, time has nothing to do with it!' It has as of yet to cross his mind to any large degree that what he knows of the world and how it works is, while not wrong, skewed and runs almost fully to how demons work, saying nothing of humans and especially not angels. Bouncing over he sits down atop his brother's discarded clothes and looks up at the angel with a curious look in his eyes.

[AkiBlue]

Aoba expected a small kiss, like normally, but the closeness and the. . . Well, Aoba would call it 'loving touch', but Kuro would probably have another name for it. The fallen angel was almost positive Kuro was doing to his heart, so he kept quiet about it. Besides, the many blushes the demon caused should've guessed it sooner or later. He reminded himself mentally to get a book from Father Gerard. Towards Kuro's honest declaration, Aoba looked away- only until the demon started to walk inside.

He started to follow only to be stopped by a curious looking Dani. He looked so innocent sometimes, and yet the smaller demon was so aggressive. 'Remember not to apologize for random things. He doesn't like that.' He reminded himself before giving him a small wave. At first, Dani didn't respond. He only eyed Aoba over wondering if his brother was interested in him physically. Dani had to admit that the angel had good looks, but that couldn't have been the reason- well the only reason at least. He realized it wouldn't help just staring, and the innocent angel was getting nervous under his gaze. "Do you want to. . .fly around?"

Aoba blinked and stared at him with a surprised look. He didn't expect Dani to ask him that, nor sound so sincere when asked. Sheepishly, he kicked the dirt lightly and shook his head. "Oh, um, maybe not now. I'm still sort of tired from all the work. . . Sor- um, So maybe next time alright?" It seemed Dani didn't catch the small mistake, because he only nodded and seemed to think of another thing to say. The wild and playful look in his eye was replaced with a rather calm one. "How did you get kicked out of that gross home of yours?"

Before Aoba could get too upset about being asked a question like that, he realized that he probably didn't it mean it to hurt his feelings. Aoba sat down on the steps next to Dani and puffed his cheeks before sighing. He wasn't suppose to tell Dani about Kuro's accident. And it seemed like that would cause a controversy where it didn't need to be. "Well. . ." It was still really hard for Aoba to lie. So, he skirted around it. "I. . . Did something that the angels didn't approve of." Dani rolled his eyes at the vague information and started to prod him for more, but stopped seeing a hint of sadness.

Dani proceeded to poke the fallen angel, making him giggle a little. "Are you going to keep moping about that? You're gonna have to let it go eventually. I mean, it's been more than a day! Come on!" Dani leaned closer to Aoba, making him lean away a little.

"Um. . ." He wasn't sure what to say to Dani at that point. So Aoba stared with wide eyes.

[PopeAlessandros]

Kuro looks over all the stuff the angel put away, smiling at how neat and orderly it looks despite his obvious haste to return to the quarrel outside. 'He is nothing if not efficient. Nothing odd ended up in the fridge, and the put the dried stuff here, the boxed stuff there. . .and the spices. . . .' He glances over at a rickety old spice rack hanging on the wall and frowns slightly, not spotting the spices he bought. It only takes him a minute to find them tucked, label up, in a drawer. 'Ah, well, these. . .' He reaches out to pluck them up to be placed properly, however he pauses, his hand outstretched. He glances once more at the old worn spice rack and lets out a sift hum. Pulling his hand back he hatches a plan and sliding the door shut he turns to head back outside.

He stops once more however, turning back and pulling the rack off the wall. Looking it over carefully he wanders over to the back door attached to the kitchen and opens it slowly. 'I think. . . .this will be fun. . .' he muses, tossing the old wooden thing out into the tall grass at the edge of the property. He decides to burn it later, not wanting to spend too much time away from Aoba, especially since, after turning around, he notices Dani is no longer in the run. He decides to walk around the house rather than heading back through the building.

He comes around the house just in time to hear Dani say something about moping and it having been a day already. “What's been a day?” Dani whips around rolling on to his back before bouncing to his feet a few paces away from Aoba. He shows his fangs to Kuro but otherwise looks calm, however he keeps his distance from the angel for now, not wanting to step on another land mine and fall into another fight.

“It’s. . . Been a whole day since he got booted, and he's still sad! I was just telling him to get over it!” His tone is rather 'look I'm being nice' however his face falls a bit as Kuro shakes his head. “What? Am I not suppose to try and help him feel better? Not that I really care, but I bet he'll be much more fun once he stops being such a downer over stupid stuff. . .” He pouts while Kuro sends him a sharp look.

The taller demon walks over to Aoba, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, pulling him into a half hug before addressing his brother. “It may be stupid to you, but until you get it through your thick skull that he's different from us, and most definitely not you, you just won't get it.” He waves vaguely to the skies above. “He liked it up there, even with the way they treated him, and it's not only his own feeling that have been hurt here.” He glances at Aoba before going on, unsure if even he realizes what the truth of what the demon is about to say. “Angels are so connected to Yahweh that when they're kicked out, it's like getting a piece ripped out of them. Remember when Pops tore out your heart? Imagine that ten times over. And the pain doesn't go away as fast as ours did since he then has to deal with the pain of losing his grace. He had his grace far longer than we had our hearts, and we knew we were going to have them taken.”

Kuro had peeked at the book of all knowledge as often as he could, and one time he cam across such things. The section on angels had been particularly interesting to the youngest son of Satan, however he had been unable to read it all. However, the banishing process. . .He'd been able to get through all of that before his father called him away for one thing or another. 'I'm actually a little surprised at how well the little guy has been taking it all, but I think the distractions are helping' With that thought in mind Kuro pulls Aoba with him as he heads towards the back of the barn. Looking at Aoba he smiles, “It's time to bring the animals in. We'll get them out earlier tomorrow so they will have more time to graze.”

Meanwhile Dani plops down into a sitting position, his mind going a mile of minute as he's listened to his brother, but now that he is moving away he actually takes some time to think about what his brother said. 'It really hurt to lose my heart, I remember that. And yeah, I knew it was going to happen, but did that make it hurt less? Well, since I knew I wasn't gonna keep it, I really didn't use it, and I guess the toy used his grace all the time, since that's what angels do, so. . . .I guess it would be like losing my magic forever, with the pain of losing my heart, but worse, and it lasts a long time. . . .That sucks!' Looking over to where Kuro and Aoba vanished he tilts his head. 'How does he not just collapse under all that crap?'