Ours
Allelujah was annoyed at having to bring the irritating and rather pompous Mihael around the Ptolemaios. The blue-haired, slightly cracked, Trinity brother was making snobbish comments about the ship, the people, the lack of gravity, etcetera.
He inwardly cursed Sumeragi for fobbing the most obnoxious of the siblings on him. Why couldn't have she asked Lockon to bring both Johann and Mihael around? He was sure that Johann had at least two more brain cells than his brother and would have shut him up. Allelujah counted the number of more useful things he could have been doing right now.
Want me to splatter him all over the deck? A cheeky, evil voice asked. I could, you know.
No, thank you, Hallelujah, he replied as nonchalantly as he could, knowing his other personality could hear his real inner thoughts anyway.
Mmm. Self-control. How absolutely boring. Allelujah felt Hallelujah roll his eyes in his head, and then wander off into the deep inner landscape of his mind. Mihael sniffed as he drifted along the passage.
"Really, this ship could do with a thorough cleaning. Would you look at the dust?"
Allelujah replied through gritted teeth, while restraining himself from calling Hallelujah back, "Oh yes? Would you like to volunteer for the job?"
Mihael cackled, "That's not very nice, you know. I'm a guest on this ship. Treat me politely, will you?"
Allelujah lifted up the corners of his mouth, hoping it looked like a smile. Don't call for Hallelujah. Don't call for Hallelujah. Don't call for Hallelujah. "I am. Being rude would involve me throwing you out of the nearest airlock."
Mihael laughed now, in an insane manner that reminded Allelujah too much of Hallelujah. "I like you. You've got balls."
Allelujah didn't punch him, with great difficulty. He didn't call Hallelujah out either, with even greater difficulty. Instead, he took in three deep calming breaths, and rounded the corner. Shit.
Tieria was leaning against the wall, looking extremely put-out. He heard Mihael give a long wolf whistle.
"Hey there, pretty boy." He floated towards Tieria in the lewdest manner possible. Tieria turned his head, his face wearing an expression even more displeased than usual, his purple locks streaming outward. Mihael smiled in a way which he thought was seductive, and was about to grab Tieria's arm when Allelujah blocked his way, fringe flipped back, face contorted in a snarl.
Mihael's eyes opened in shock, not only at the blatantly aggressive expression and sound, but also the fact that Allelujah's usually calm grey eyes were now a silvery colour that reflected light in a strange manner.
"Leave him alone." His voice was furious, jagged at the edges with protective insanity. Mihael, still rather shocked that his mostly mild-mannered guide had finally snarled at him, held his hands up in mock surrender and backed away.
"Whoa there, big boy. Okay, I won't touch your girl."
Allelujah heard Tieria gasp in anger, and his own fury grew.
"He's. Not. A. Girl." Allelujah growled. His fists curled, and his eyes got more yellow-gold.
"So now you want to fight?" Mihael's eyes lit up with glee as he put his fists up.
"Don't bother, Allelujah." Tieria said in a voice that cut like an icicle. "You'll just dirty your hands with his blood." With that, he pushed off from the ground and floated off in his huffiest possible manner. It was only when he felt Tieria was a safe distance away that Hallelujah slowly receded from his consciousness.
Thank you. Allelujah sent after Hallelujah, and was rewarded with a grumpy Hmph. But Allelujah smiled slightly as he continued to escort the slightly disappointed Trinity brother around the Ptolemaios. At least both he and his psychotic personality agreed on one thing.
Tieria was theirs.