Chapter 6

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"Wait, you're saying that Newt," Brenda paused, tapping on the edge of her cigarette to get rid of its ashes. "Got beat up in a battle? Newt? The same Newt? As if this" She waved her hand over at the laying figure of the blond boy. "Newt?"

"Yes, Brenda," Minho rolled his eyes while sitting up at Newt's comfortable mattress. "For the one hundred of time, yes."

"That's impossible." She shook her head, letting her cigarette dance in between of her lips for a short moment. "Newt hasn't been beaten up for like. . .centuries. In fact, I don't think he has ever lost. Especially to a thing with feathers."

"Yet, It happened." Minho sighed, with pure irritation at his voice.

"Nope. I'd rather eat up my horns than admitting that he lost."

"You have no horns yet."

"I meant it as a figure of speech!"

"Could the two of you shut the bloody hell up?" Newt yelled, his voice firm and full of rage. "Yes I lost to a angel, not a feather thing. At least get your sources right for once in your god damn life, Brenda." He narrowed his eyes at her little figure, his features resembling to the ones of a stone; free of any expression.

"Oh shut up, Newt." She argued, taking in a huge amount of smoke. "As If your loser position allows you to give any orders."

"Get the hell out of here." He hissed, his cheeks burning with both embarrassment and anger.

The brunette smirked and tossed her cigarette at the wooden floor before standing up to her feet. However, instead of walking out of the door, she jumped on Newt's lap, grasped both of his cheeks with her one hand and harshly crushed her lips on his. The two of them shared a heated kiss, with many moans from Brenda's part whilst Newt dared no move. But, when he saw that Brenda was too caught up in the kiss, he reached his hand to her back, grasped both of her bat like wings and pushed her down to the ground with a proud smirk.

"I am no loser, love." He clarified,  despite of Brenda's cries. Besides, a demon's wings were by far more sensitive than an angels. "I'll be your worst nightmare, dare you say this again. Capise?"

Brenda's pain cries turned into groans but soon, any hint of pain got erased from her face. She then sat up as she jumped to her feet, brushing the dust out of her clothes. "I just love it when you play tough." She whispered close to his ear and winked before walking towards the door. "I'll be in my house If you. . .need anything."

"I won't."

"Whatever." Brenda rolled her eyes and in a blink of an eye got lost from both of the boy's sight.

Once Minho was sure that there would no sight from the female demon again, he turned towards his best friend and crossed his arms firmly over his chest. Newt hated when Minho did that, not only because he was the definition of fun and sin, whilst Minho could be deadly serious at times, but also because as his best friend, he could see a part of him that others couldn't. Minho and him. . . they weren't just friends. They were family.

Minho was being more than a family than Newt's family had ever been to him.

"Now that It's the two of us, you can't hide from me lizard," Minho said, using a nickname that only he was allowed to use without being beaten down. "Why did you let him win?"

"I didn't let him win." Newt protested, holding both of his hands out in the air as he licked down his lower lip where Brenda had kissed him. "He won with his worth."

"Yeah, as If." The asian protested, pressing for an answer for his question. "You don't just let others win with their worth. You are known for harassing and humiliating any guardian angel that was assigned to be a pair with you. And somehow this one manages not only to win, but get away with no bruises? Come on, buddy. You can't fool me. What's so special with him?"

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