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TRIGGER WARNING: I apologize in advance for what I'm about to do to Koutarou lol. There will be violence and blood mentioned! . .
Sitting quietly against a chair, made of damned human bones, Kuroo sat alone in his chambers. Silence carries throughout his palace in the Fifth Circle of Hell. Resting in the palm of his hand, Koutarou was still in mouse form and sleeping soundly. The small rodent hasn't woken up in days, possibly from exhaustion and Kuroo's magic. But, he couldn't stay in this form forever.
Kuroo has questions, they need to be answered. This could be a matter of life and death because he caused a disturbance on Earth. Kuroo can already imagine the Archdevils giving him a scolding of a lifetime and they will take Koutarou away again....
But he can't force him in this state.
So far, word didn't reach Hell. He did control the situation, prevented more casualties and even made it look more mundane than supernatural. No Angels were around and if they were, they couldn't reprimand him. The humans believed it was an electrical problem. Sure there will be some superstitious evangelicals but no one ever believes them. Everything will be fine...
So why is he so paranoid?
Kuroo looks down at the mouse. "Damn owl bastard. Wake up." He grumbled. Koutarou was out like a light, only moving his nostrils and twitching every so often. At least he is alive and breathing but Kuroo wants him awake. He misses his owl bastard and his annoying presence. He is the only sound that echoes through the palace walls and one of the few things in this realm that makes him smile and enjoy being a King of Hell. He looks down at the mouse again, frowning and gently plays around with Koutarou's tail. His small body twitched and he opened his eyes. The small mouse yawned and stretched his little limbs. Kuroo immediately jumped up from his seat, watching his tail and ears wiggling with excitement to see the idiot awake.
Squeak!
"You bastard! Were you napping this whole time?! Wait no, sorry...ugh...I'm just...at least you're okay." Kuroo stammered as he held the mouse close to his face. Koutarou wiggled his little nose, tickling the other demon's face with his long whiskers. He stopped and moved his head around.
Squeak!
"Yes we aren't in the mortal realm."
Squeak squeak!
"Kozume is fine and Akashi is with him. I can't take you back...not yet..unless you tell me everything that happened."
Koutarou went quiet. He curled his body into a ball and Kuroo was confused.
"Koutarou...please tell me..." He begged. Kuroo never begs. He hates begging but he cares so much for the damn owl. They share a long history filled with fights, anger, blood, sweat and tears that turned into love and compassion. It hurts Kuroo to see Koutarou shut himself. It's very bad, clearly, and Kuroo wants to help him.
