Makoto sat up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He yawned, stretching, his shoulders popping. He groaned softly.
He dropped his hands limply on his lap. His green eyes swept the room, where was he again? He looked to his left, looking at the oven. Oh. He stood up, using the counter the help him to his feet. He was sore. Not that he knew why. Once on his feet, he stretched again, cringing. He jumped and whirled to face the doorway.
"Vigilant aren't you?" Katsumi asked, chuckling softly. "You fell asleep on the floor, I didn't want to move you in fear of waking you up." He said. Makoto nodded. "How's your shoulder?" He asked. Katsumi shrugged, then flinched. "It's better than it would be if you weren't around." He responded.
Makoto shook his head. "If I weren't around. You would be having this problem." Katsumi frowned "Don't say that." He stated. "I'm a human, your an angel-" Makoto was cut off by Katsumi's blunt. "Fallen Angel." "Right.. See the problem." Makoto stated. "The fact that your not immortal?" Katsumi said. "Because if that's what the problem is you're wrong." Makoto shook his head. "My mortality would only be a problem if you wanted to spend your life with me, which I doubt. It's the fact that most of the people you run with are unhappy with your, dealings with humans."
Katsumi paused. "That's a problem too." He mumbled. Granted his mortality was a problem, just not one to be dealt with at this point in time. Neither of them knew this yet. "Speaking of that problem.." Katsumi started
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Lucinda sat at a long table, her legs kicked up onto it, her head leaned back, and eyes closed. She was humming softly, her foot moving to the tune. She was peaceful, but that wasn't going to last.
The double doors to the room opened with a bang, but didn't disturb Lucinda's peaceful position. She heard the sound of footsteps moving twords her chair. They stopped beside her. Lucinda didn't move, just sat there quietly. "Williams!" The stern sound of Anastasiya's voice asked. "Yes, Boss?" Lucinda asked nonchalant. The sharp click of a metal object slamming on the table sounded. "Explain this!" Anastasiya snapped. Lucinda lazily opened her eyes, and glanced at the object, closing her eyes again. "It's Eliza's necklace." She said. "Indeed it is. Look at the chain." Lucinda opened her eyes again. Took another look, then closed them. "It's cut and has darkness residue covering it." She said. "I fight with dark mist, which doesn't leave residue, it rather leaves a black dew like substance. You fight with spiderwebs, which leaves, of course webbing. Elizabeth uses ice, which leaves behind water. Who uses solid darkness?" Anastasiya asked. "Katsu." Lucinda responded, seeing no problem yet. "It's obvious he attacked Elizabeth." Anastasiya said. "Or Eliza attacked 'im and 'e had no choice but to fight back." Lucinda retorted. "If so, they could've talked about it like civilized-" Anastasiya started, but was quickly cut off. "We are demons, boss. We ain't civil. Besides, your toy probably pissed 'im off.." Lucinda said.
Anastasiya's eyes flashed, and she whipped her hand, causing Lucinda to fly across the room, and be pinned to the wall by a black mist. "You're just standing up for him because you've grown attached to the angel!" Anastasiya snapped, storming over to Lucinda. "Well, I ain't gonna follow the orders of ya, boss. Ya will turn against someone that's beena part of this group forever." Lucinda said. "Bad choice, Succubus." Anastasiya growled, moving her hand to Lucinda's throat. She smirked, winking at her boss. "Try me, lil miss Princess."
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Dance With A Devil
Fantasi"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?"
