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     “I see you Night.”

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     Monaka cuddled up to Night as she laid in bed. At first she didn’t know what to say to him, to explain her sudden question. As she thought about the words to say, she took handfuls of his jacket and just enjoyed being so close to him. It was so hard for her to deal with feeling the way that she was feeling, all these new feelings that Night was bringing up. They were just so different from how she was raised, and she had to remind herself that it was okay, just like Night said. 

    Finally after taking some calming breaths, she knew what to say, “I just have been feeling that way knowing you can make such a difference, and I am still weak.” She paused and then got to what had really brought up the question. “And I a sort of jealous of the fact that you were with Yukio for so long, and you two were better for each other. You were even.....” She got red in the face, for a moment. “I know, I won’t be able to handle some of your needs Night. And I just feel....I don’t know sad, jealous, disappointed in myself all at once.”    

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Damn. Even Assiah seemed boring these days. Azazel let out a soft sigh, leaning back against the tree who’s branch he was perched upon. At this point he might as well go back home and do work. 

He shook his head furiously. No way. There was no way that he was doing that. His eyes drifted down to the ground below him, settling on the only person in sight. Maybe this man would be able to entertain him? Though, did he even realize that Azazel was there? 

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     “So you are awake,” Yukio remarked, flatly from where he sat on his bed. He had been watching Night for a while, as he hung on the wall out cold, vulnerable. He hadn’t really done anything to him, apart from chain him there. It was sickening to think that a part of himself was once attracted to this demon. It was pathetic to think that he once hoped that the two of them could work out. 

     Yukio got up, once again in his Illuminati uniform, and tilted his head as he observed the cat sidhe. “You are such a strange demon Night-San. You can turn into a human without needing a host and they want to know why. I plan to let them, unless you give me good reason to keep you from those experiments that they wish to put you under again and again,” Yukio remarked and by the time he got to the end he was speaking with his teeth bared.      

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                            You will be in my heart no matter what they say

                      I know you and you are not trash,

                             Trash doesn't care like like you do. 

                                So stop calling your self that. 

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      “Why?! It’s hard enough to keep track of these stupid office supplies without you taking them and hiding them in weird places!” Night had just pulled a stapler out of a small space between a set of metal file cabinets and the wall. He’d been finding missing items from his desk in the strangest of places lately, and he knew he hadn’t put them there himself.

     “How did you figure out where I work, anyway?” Maybe Razkiel enjoyed playing tricks on people–particularly him. Faeries were supposed to be mischievous, weren’t they? Add in being a cat, and you got double the mischief.

“I was bored,” Razkiel moaned. “I went hunting near the area and I caught your scent, so I dropped by. Think of it as a courtesy call.” He slanted a bland look at Night, cheek pressed into the cushion. He was draped across the couch like a sunbathing panther, the length of his tail trailing to the floor and twitching every so often.

There was nothing courteous about landing on the couch like he owned it, but if Night wanted him gone, he could haul the fey out by the scruff himself. Razkiel didn’t want to move.

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     Yukio was laying in bed in his apartment. He wasn’t feeling well still. He was feeling hot, lightheaded, and snappy. The other day he had dared to go out for the day and seen his twin with Night and gone right back inside. That was not a heat induced dream. 

     He growled when he saw that text. 

[text] Do not lie to me Night-San.

[text] I know what I saw.

[text] Just as I know what I smelt. 

[text] I am aware you two had sex. 

[text] I am in no mood for lies and run arounds. 

[text] You either come tell me the truth yourself or we are through. 

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“No, no. I simply must protest,” Razkiel chided briskly, stepping out from behind an ancient spruce and leaning against it. His arms were folded across his chest, blue eyes set on the trespasser in a dead stare. 

Pointed ears, strange scent--it looked like his senses hadn’t been wrong. He’d been living in Gehenna long enough to know the difference between his fey kind and a demon.

“You’ll not take another step into my territory, demon. I’ve claimed this piece of land fair and square, and I don’t like the idea of having another’s scent all over what is mine.” Mischief echoed in the rakish tilt of his smile. “Unless I invite it on me, perhaps.”