If the World had Balance

9

Yu grunted. He had gotten three seconds of sleep because Asuramaru warned him of an unknown entity that was currently roaming their current abode. He got up and looked down at Shinoa's pleasant sleeping figure; upon closer inspection, she looked beautiful. Her purple hair neatly tied, and her fair skin that perfectly fit the pink lips she spoke with. He cursed himself dearly. He cursed because he failed to keep her safe. After dealing with his childish crush, Yu pushed the sliding door aside and walked back out to the balcony.

He's here. Turn around.

"Asuramaru?"
Yu turned and was met my a pair of blood red eyes and shining fangs.

"Close enough."
Crowley Eusford dashed forwards, his rapier in hand.

Without second thought, Yu shoved his hand towards the sword; even though he could see nothing but a shadow.
He caught it. Clean. His hand was unscathed; unharmed.

"You can handle my demon? I thought black-demon's were the weakest?"
Crowley smirked furthermore, and threw a kick towards Yu, this time, Yu had no time to react; resulting in him being shot off the balcony and down into the alleyway.

Yu laid on a pile of garbage; his limbs immobile, but Crowley's sword in his hand.

Keep your calm. You can beat anyone without my help.

That voice. Yet again: it wasn't the voice of Asuramaru, but it felt so similar. It sounded so similar. And it disturbed Yu.

Without emotion Yu stood up and limped his way to a wall, and grabbed it for support.

Good. Be calm.

Crowley emerged from a wall; as if he was a spangle.

"You're not begging for your life? Maybe you don't value it."
Crowley slowly walked up to the boy, who was still facing the wall.

"I value my life."
Yu commented, his eyes voided of their originally peaceful green.

"You don't seem like it boy."
Crowley couldn't help but let his smirk widen. It was almost as if the grinch himself was standing behind Yu.

"Well, you don't seem like you value yours."
Yu turned, still clutching his ribs.

"What makes you think that?"
Crowley allowed his smirk to falter, it shrunk back into the depths of his cocky face.

"I can see through your façade. It's obvious that you fear your demise."
Yu slowly straightened himself and stood up; slightly crooked.
"You fear that I will bring it to you."

That is it boy. Be devoid of any emotion. Be shallow and dark. Be cruel and relentless.

His eyes sparked between green and black; indecisive of their colors.

"Tell me; seraph. Are you sure that you are human?"
Crowley clutched Yu's throat; and slit a small cut below his chin. He proceeded to flick the blood and taste it. His facial features clenched at the taste and flavor of the blood.

"Of course. But I'm not the type of human you're used to."
He grew a mischievous smirk and squeezed his right hand; shattering Crowleys sword.

"How disappointing."
Crowley threw a punch but missed completely and was greeted by Yu's elbow.

"Shallow. Krul must've taught you well, livestock."

Livestock?

Tch.

Without complaint; Yu dashed ahead, his green eyes now completely golden, his face painted red by a curse.

Yu. You need to listen. The angel is taking over. Get ahold of yourself. Or you'll die and leave that girlfriend of yours.

He stopped in his place and was now an inch from Crowley's face; their noses brushing past the other.

"What's wrong? Surprised by my beauty?"
Crowley snorted, still frozen in his place.

"I'm just thinking of the ways I can torture you."
It was there and then where Yu finally realized he was being controlled.
"Let's continue this when both of us are in a position to."

"Is that a challenge?"
Crowley grew a smirk when he noticed the curse receded.

"Consider it one. Or a death wish."
Yu stepped back and blinked; before his eyes could open, the progenitor had disappeared, poof.

"Time to catch up some sleep; am I right?"
Shinoa? Shinoa was looking down the balcony and noticed Yu's cut; blood dripping from his chin.
"Playing with knives isn't safe boy."

"You didn't see him?"

"See, who, exactly?"

"Nothing. I'm glad you didn't. And I'm glad he left."
He sighed in relief as he was finally free of the progenitor, who was close to killing him.

Yu had finally gotten sleep, he was glad that most of his friends and comrades allowed him to sleep in, after all, Mikaela confirmed the scent of Yu's chin to be Crowley's.