Katsumi turned to look at Makoto, who was standing right where he left him, and hadn't moved a inch. He sighed deeply, and walked to stand in front of his friend. Makoto watched him cautiously, his green eyes training on the obsidian sword in Katsumi's hand. Katsumi looked down, turning his head. "If you want to run to the nearest church and tell someone I exist. I won't stop you." He said, looking at Makoto through dark hair.
There was a long silence from the green eyed boy, before he shook his head. "If you wanted me dead you would've killed me by now." He stated. This statement shocked Katsumi, as it was indeed true. "So I have no reason to run." Katsumi shrugged, and allowed his sword to fade out of existence. "Fair enough." He mumbled, looking up at the taller. "Let's get you inside and get your shoulder and wing fixed up, yes." Katsumi paused, that wasn't exactly a question, more of a command, despite not being one to follow orders, Katsumi followed Makoto inside.
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Makoto told Katsumi to sit on the couch, and briefly left the room. Lucky for the fallen angel, Makoto knew how to deal with stab wounds and broken bones. At least his bullies had been useful for something. He came back with a bag in his hand. "Off with the shirt." He said. "Really?" Katsumi asked. "Hai, I can't work around your sleeves. As they go past your hands, man." Makoto said. Katsumi groaned, and pulled off his shirt, cringing as he moved his shoulder. he studied the hole in his shirt, and decided he could save the shirt. He skillfully tossed it onto a desk across the room. Makoto rolled his eyes and moved to stand beside him. "This is going to hurt so I apologize ahead of time." He said, then started bandaging Katsumi's shoulder.
Katsumi cringed, one eye closing. He grit his teeth, trying not to whimper, or moan. Pain had become a weird feeling to him, pretty damn weird. Makoto arched a blonde eyebrow, but continued what he was doing. Makoto sighed deeply, pulling away from Katsumi and wiping blood off his hands with a towel. "Now i just need to take care of your wing." Makoto said. "Actually, as long as I keep them dormant, as they are now, they'll heal without any outside help." Katsumi said, leaning back and looking up at Makoto. "Speed healing, it's called." He said. Makoto nodded, and sat beside Katsumi. "Hey, Katsu. I have a question." He said after a while. "Ask away, Mako." Katsumi responded. "Why haven't you killed me?" Makoto asked, innocently tilting his head. Katsumi paused. "I've become fond of you humans." He said, which was a flat out lie. He hadn't become fond of the human race, he still disliked them. No, he had become fond of just one human. He'd still happily destroy the rest of them, but he was keeping this one. This human was his now, and no human, angel, nor demon could stop him.
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Dance With A Devil
Fantasy"Is That fallen angel really as dangerous as they say, I mean, he was an angel once, right?" "I'm not as Dangerous as they say I am." "... Should I trust you?" "Would I lie to you?"
