Dance With A Devil

Chapter 2

The silence of the library was broken by a pair of voices, two girls arguing in fluent Latin.

Lucinda and Eliza were at each others throats, again. Eliza was skillfully dodging Lucinda's rose whip, while shouting insults. Lucinda was shouting those insults back, clearly very annoyed. It had been a week since the "Ishikawa Incident" as Anastasiya had named it. Despite the frequent visits from the boy, Lucinda and Eliza were still openly fighting next to the door, showing more demonic qualities than one, Lucinda using her whip and, Eliza swiftly dodging her with inhuman speed.

Anastasiya sat at her desk, with one hand rubbing her temples as she watched the girls fight it out. Her other hand lay on the desk, her nails tapping against a book, the book, the one she didn't let any one touch. "Are you two done yet?" She asked suddenly, her voice sounding over the shouts of the pair. She was, of course, ignored. She closed her eyes with a sigh, and lifted her hand from the book, and snapped her fingers, twice. A black mist puffed from her fingers, both times. The mist then slithered from her desk, and onto the floor, and made its say to the two demons fighting, and slithered around their ankles, the mist on Lucinda slithered up her arm, and around her wrist, then hardened, keeping her from moving her arm. The mist on Eliza hardened around her ankle, and ripped her leg out from under her, causing the girl to lose her balance.

Eliza shouted as she hit the ground, a snapping sound coming from her ankle. "You broke my fucking ankle, you bitch!" She yelled twords Anastasiya. Anastasiya said nothing, and pulled her hand back, causing Lucinda's arm to snap. Anastasiya then snapped her fingers, and the hardened black turned to mist again, and disappeared. Lucinda fell to her knees and clutched her arm. "'EY! WAS THAT REALLY NECESSARY ANA?!" Lucinda shouted. Anastasiya didn't respond to her question, and instead said. "I highly dislike being ignored. Now, I'll ask again. Are you two done yet?" Eliza and Lucinda looked at eachother, then turned their heads to their boss. "Yeah, sure." Eliza said. "Good." Anastasiya opened her eyes. "Now let's get down to business-" She paused for a moment, and looked around. "-Hey, have you two seen Katsumi today?" She asked. "No, last time I saw him he was leaving g the building." Eliza responded. "I saw 'im talkin' to Ishikawa a few hours ago, but I 'aven't seen 'im since then." Lucinda said. "He better not get into trouble." Anastasiya grumbled. "Chill, Ana, he's probably brooding. He does that a lot." Eliza reassured her. "You're probably right. Now, down to business...."

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They were partially right, Katsumi wasn't exactly brooding. True, he was deep in thought, but he wasn't sitting in his Anastasiya-Provided-house, with his knees pulled up to his chest, as usual. He was standing at the top of a high building, the fallen angel had come to the conclusion that it had been far to long since head been for a good flight. He was at the right hight so that any passing human would mistake him for a bird.

He sighed, and folded his wings against his back, he sat down on the edge of the building, and let his legs dangle off the edge. If he had to be completly honest, he was a bit sad that the pain in his wing had gone, he had grown used to it, and come to enjoy the aching of the appendage. As masochistic as that sounded, he was far from a masochist. The dull ache reminded him that his wings were indeed still there, and he was one of the lucky few that kept them.

He reached behind him, plucking a feather from his wing, and twirling it in his finger. It was soft, and if he had enough feathers to spare, then he'd make a pillow out of them, he cringed at the thought. Comfortable outcome, yes, but a painful task. He reached out and dropped the feather, watching it daintily float down.

His phone buzzed lightly in his pocket, causing him to jump. He pulled the object from his pocket, and looked at the ID. "Mako ^^" It said. "Hm.. Wonder what he wants.." Katsumi asked himself, before leaning back, and looking at the sky. He anwsered the call. "Hello?" He said. "Oh! You picked up." Makoto said, his voice slightly shaky. "Of course I did." Katsumi responded, feeling slightly offened by the lack of faith. "Right, of course you did, I mean why wouldn't you? You always pick up-" Katsumi cut Makoto off. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine." Makoto responded. "No you're not." Katsumi said, turning his head to the city street bellow him. "How did you know?" Makoto questioned. "You're voice is quivering and you ramble when you're upset." Katsumi responded. It sounded like Makoto froze on the other end of the line. "You've only known me for a week..." "I'm good at reading people." and it was true, Katsumi had a talent. "Ah.. Well, you're right..." Makoto started, his voice quieting. "Go on, I'm listening." Katsumi urged. Makoto sighed. "I can't tell you why, at least where I am now, but I need a place to crash.. Can you provide?" Makoto asked nervously. "Of course I can. Do you need me to come get you?" Katsumi asked. "Please." Makoto responded. "At the park?" He added. "I'm on my way." Katsumi stated. "Thank you." Makoto whispered, and then hung up.