The Wounded

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Dull emerald eyes stared at white fluffy feathers.

The beautiful person bearing the beautiful white feathers was Onodera Ritsu. He stared at them blankly, deeply in thought.

"Ritsu-San?"

"Yes, Misaki-Kun?"

Misaki was worried about the man. Somedays, his eyes were so blank, they seemed lifeless. He has yet to see a day were Ritsu-San did not look sad.

"Can we go to the Field of Flowers?"

Upon hearing the name of their favorite place, Onodera smiled and nodded.

"Yea. Let's go." Misaki smiled and grabbed his loose gray hoodie.

"Don't forget to get your jacket Ritsu-San!"

Onodera retracted his large white wings, grabbed a white fluffy hoodie, and followed Misaki out the door.

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"Oi Akihiko!" A certain raven man called.

"What Masamune?" The blonde shouted.

"I need to stretch my wings. Let's go to the angel's place," Akihiko smirked at the thought of stretching his wings.

"You mean the Field of Flowers?" Masamune nodded with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Okay, I could use some air."

The two demons grabbed their cloaks and left their home.

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Onodera and Misaki sat in the middle of the field, leaning on the trunk of a large oak tree. Their white wings materialized and rustling with the breeze.

"Ritsu-San...Do you remember why Kami-Sama sent us here?" Misaki saw Onodera stiffen.

"Yes," Onodera replied.

"Do you think we can actually fix our past?"

After a moment of silence, Onodera answered with a nod.

"Can you sing with me Ritsu-San?"

Onodera instantly smiled.

"What song?"

Misaki merely smiled before taking in a breath knowing Onodera knew this song by heart.

Onodera and Misaki smiled sadly at the relatable meaning of the song.

Unknowingly, two other pairs of ears were listening.

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The two demons were suffering from demonic lust.

Their wings tumbled from the astral plane abruptly, causing the demon's bodies to arch in pleasure. Masamune shook his foggy head and stumbled away from Akihiko knowing the lust would make them do something they would regret later. As soon as Masamune was out of sight Misaki stumbled past the bushes to see Akihiko on the ground, sweating profusely and panting with exertion.

"Mister? Are you alright?"

Upon hearing the melodic voice and seeing beautiful doe-like eyes, Akihiko's lust sprang straight to his groin. Misaki was intrigued by this man, he was a demon yet he hasn't attacked yet.

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"M-Mister?" Misaki knelt down next to this man laying a hand on the man's bicep. Suddenly, as if awoken out of his trance, Akihiko pinned down Misaki, his hips naturally grinding down onto the smaller body. Misaki was terrified, flashbacks of how he died played inside his head. Akihiko continued to dry hump on Misaki animalistically, too far to notice the tears running down the teen's face.