"You lazy bum!" Ashiya shouted. "At least pick up after yourself!"

"Whatever," Urushihara muttered, picking up the spilled soda can.

"Hmph, at least you're finally doing something around here," the blonde general snorted. "No job, no school, you don't even help out around the house!"

"If I'm so useless, then maybe I should just leave!" the fallen angel shouted.

"Maybe you should!"

"I will!" he said, slipping on his shoes and storming outside.

~that evening~

Riku groaned, looking out at the rain. "It was supposed to be a nice evening," she muttered. At least she brought an umbrella.

She stepped outside of her mechanic shop, locking the front door before turning to walk towards her motorcycle so she could drive home. She noticed a small, soaking-wet mass of clothing by the edge of the sidewalk. It was moving. She walked over to the mass. Under a far-too-big purple-and-white shirt was huddled a small child with waist-length purple hair, maybe five or six years old. Riku couldn't tell if the child was male or female, but it was asleep.

She picked up the child. Upon further inspection, she noticed that the child was badly injured, bleeding in several places and bruised in others. There was something else- a pair of black wings that sprouted from the child's shoulder blades. They were fluffy and small, like a baby bird's.

Riku decided to bring the child home with her. She set it on the couch in her living room.

"Hmm... I should get you some dry clothes, ne?" she said. "I wonder if Ryuu-kun's old clothes will fit you." She went up to the attic, thankful she hadn't given away all of her brother's clothes.

She walked downstairs with a pair of pajamas. Pulling the soaking wet shirt off the child, she realized that it was male. She then dried the boy off and treated his injuries before putting him in the clean clothes she'd found for him.

Setting him back on the couch, Riku decided to brew herself some tea while she waited for the child to wake up. She sat down with the tea. Who was that child? Why did he have wings? Was he some kind of angel or something? She wondered how he'd gotten hurt so badly, wanting to throttle whoever thought hurting something something so small and innocent was a good idea.

She heard a small gasp. Walking into the living room, she found the boy trembling under the table.

Riku smiled, crouching next to his hiding place. She held out a hand to him. "It's okay," she said softly. "You're safe with me, I promise. My name's Riku, what's yours?"

He looked at her with wide, innocent eyes. They were such beautiful violet orbs, made even more so by the long, thick lashes that framed them. He took her hand hesitantly."L-Lucifer," he whispered. His stomach growled.

Riku laughed. "Hungry? Come on, let's get you something to eat."

Maou came home from work to find one of his generals missing. The one that never left the house. "Where's Urushihara?" he asked.

Ashiya shrugged. "I yelled at him for being lazy and he ran off. I'm sure he'll come home soon, it's pouring outside."

Maou looked out the window at the rain pouring outside, making it difficult to see far outside. "I hope so."

Riku POV

I warmed up some stew I'd made for dinner earlier, setting the bowl in front of Lucifer. Lucifer... that name sounded oddly familiar, and I think I knew where I'd heard it (no, not the Bible), especially with those wings. I decided to check my "source" after the boy went to sleep again. No, I didn't put anything in the stew, but he was slightly feverish from being out in the rain for who-knows-how-long, so he was gonna need plenty of rest and it was 9 pm.

"How did you get hurt?" I asked. "What on earth were you doing out in the rain in just an over-sized T-shirt?"

The boy shrugged. "Dunno."

Hmmm... I should see if he remembers anything else. "What about your parents? Maybe I should call them." He shook his head.

"Your last name? Where you live?" Same response.

"Anything at all?"

The fact that he couldn't was scaring him. Trembling, he shook his head. He started to cough violently. "My throat hurts," he whispered after the coughing subsided.

I stood up. "Hang on, I think I might have some cold medicine. I'll be back." I walked into the bathroom, searching for the sought-after liquid. I was out. Shit. I walked back into the room. "I'm out of cold medicine. Do you think you could wait on the couch while I go to the store to get some? I'll get you a blanket."

He grabbed my pant leg. "I want to go with you." Of course. The kid seemed to have amnesia. I was the only person he knew, and I appeared to be safe. Of course he wouldn't want me to leave him.

I nodded. "All right. Lemme find you some shoes, okay?"

It was raining even harder outside. I had my umbrella, and some of Ryuu's rain boots that sort of fit Lucifer (they were a bit big, actually), and we walked out the door.

It was strange, having someone so small trotting alongside me, kind of like when Ryuu was still alive. Ryuu... I needed to quit thinking about him. He'd been dead for three years, I needed to move on.

"Am I gonna stay with you?" Lucifer asked suddenly.

I paused. I hadn't really thought about it. "I suppose so," I finally said. "At least until we find your parents."

We got closer to the store. "I still think we should look for him," a familiar voice was saying.

"I'm sure he's fine," another familiar voice replied. Maou and Ashiya? I had a tendency to run into them whenever I went to the store, specifically Ashiya.

"Is everything all right?" I asked, walking up to the pair.

Ashiya is the first one to notice me. "Ah, Kohaku-san! Everything's fine!" He noticed Lucifer hiding behind me. "Who's that?"

"Ah! This is Lucifer! I found him abandoned by the side of the road a couple hours ago and I'm gonna take care of him until we find his parents." I turned to the boy. "It's okay, sweetie. They're not going to hurt you, I promise. They're harmless, trust me."

He stepped out from behind me. Maou and Ashiya's eyes widened. "URUSHIHARA?!"