The Crimson Wood (AlastorXAngel)

You Pig!!!

The next day Angel awoke in the hotel bed to find he had not had any nightmares and that he had even avoided a hang over. He sat up slowly reaching for his phone to see if he had missed anything. Nothing appeared so he placed it down wondering if he should bother getting up. His decision was made for him when he began to hear a loud commotion from the hall. He leapt out of bed draping a robe over his bared skin before quickly dashing out into the hall. Once he was out he could see Vaggie and Husk chasing after something. Right behind them was Charlie pleading for them not to hurt it.

"Whats going on?" He asked only to be ignored.

Whatever they were chasing gave them the slip making the two look around frantically to see where it might have gone.

"Lead him down here!" Alastor's voice called from the bottom of the stairs.

Angel leaned over the balcony to see Alastor had set a trap and not a too friendly looking one either.

"We lost it!" Husk snarled.

"How the hell do you lose something that big?" Vaggie demanded.

"You were here too! Don't pin this crap on me!" The taller male pointed an accusatory finger at her.

"If we all calm down maybe it will come out on its own." Charlie pointed out.

"I'll make that pig my breakfast." Alastor promised.

"Pig?" Angel smiled widely. "You guys have a pig loose in here?"

"The truck gave us a live pig instead of the usual order." Charlie sighed. "I felt bad so I... Untied it."

"Are you serious?" The blond looked around trying to hold in his laughter. "This place really is a shit show."

"Are you gonna help us or gawk?!" Vaggie snipped.

"Oh Gawk 100%" He answered.

Suddenly there was a squeal and a tiny pink piglet with brown patches came running through the hall.

"Holy crap its just a baby!" Angel pointed out. "They gave you a baby pig!"

"Its heading down the stairs!" Husk called out.

Down below Alastor awaited with a cage and a knife ready to put the creature out of its misery. It bolted straight for the cage and just before the brunette could lock it in something snatched it up into the air. He looked up annoyed to see Angel calming the small pig in his arms.

"There, there you fat nugget, daddys got you." He pet its soft pink head giving Alastor a warning glare.

"Now Angel, give him here and I'll see he doesn't die painfully." The man stood up holding out his arms to recieve the creature.

"Back the fuck up Alastor." Angel hugged the pig to his body protectively.

"Angel, we paid for that pig, we have to get our profits back." He explained realisticly.

"I don't care, its just a baby!"

"Angel that's my bacon!" The male became upset. "Hand him over at once."

"Charlie! Call off your nutcase business partner!" Angel began to walk up the steps.

"I agree Alastor, it's not old enough to be cooked." Charlie came in.

"Nonsense, it's old enough to walk, then it's old enough to fry." Al tried to push.

"Thats.... So wrong." The blonde shivered. "Its my call, we are not killing the pig." She decided. "Although.... What do we do with a baby pig, does anyone know any good farms?"

"Why, so they can wait for him to get big and fat then eat him anyways?" Angel yelled surprising all of them. "He ain't going to some damn farm, he's staying with me."

"What?!" Vaggie and Alastor called out together.

"Angel..... I appreciate the thought but-" Charlie began but got interupted.

"I ain't letting him get massacred, I'm gonna take care of him." He had made up his mind.

   The others could see this wasn't about the pig and that this maybe better off left alone. It would be odd having a pig in a hotel, but perhaps this would be good for the male.

"Alright, you can keep him. He can have the scraps from the kitchen at the end of the night." The owner thought about it. "Just make sure he does his business outside."

"Of course, my little fat nugget is a gentleman." He cooed the now docile hog.

"Charlie, I must insist that we don't keep a pig in the hotel unless we intend to cook it. It could look bad." He tried to further pursue.

"Sorry Alastor, it's outta my hands." She smirked back at the tall blond.

"Come on Fat Nuggets, let's go run you a bath, you've had a hard day." He began to carry the pig back up to his room.

"Well that was all pointless." Husk sighed.

"Maybe the pig will be good for him." Charlie reassured. "Give him some responsibility?"

"I give it a week." Vaggie wasn't convinced that Angel could take care of an animal.

"Four days, tops." Alastor agreed.

"Naw. It'll be fine." Husk shrugged it off.

"You think?" Charlie was genuinely surprised by the mans faith in the young Mafia boy.

"I've seen a lot of progress in him lately. Maybe those nightmares snapped something in him." The grouchy man yawned. "I'm gonna get a drink."

   The three staying behind watching him off feeling that perhaps Angel wasn't the only one that was changing. They all were, renovating the Hotel and working together was bringing out something unexpected in them.

   Upstairs in his room Angel sat on the tile floor along side his newly named "Fat Nuggets" waiting for the warm water to fill half the tub. He swished his hands through the water as he poured in bubbles for sensitive skin. He placed the tube on the side of the tub then shut off the water looking down at the small pink creature.

"Alright mister, come here." He picked him up carefully slipping him into the water.

   Fat Nuggets made a few curious snorts then squeeled as he rolled around in the warm suds.

"A self cleaning pig huh? I like your style." Angel giggled reaching for a soft cloth. "But someone's gotta help get behind your sensitive little ears." He held his pink face gently gliding the cloth along the pigs skin. "Look at you." He pouted. "How could anyone want you dead."