Note: This doesn't really have a point to it. I was bored and was just dying to write some Belial/Kurai fluff.
Yes, it is light Yuri. If you don't like it, turn away now! Because… yeah, that's basically all this is…
I do not own these characters or anything related to Angel Sanctuary! All such stuffs are © Kaori Yuki and her brilliant geniusness!! (I don't care if that's not a real word, either!!)
Erm… that's all I can think to say now… enjoy the story!
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Kurai sat miserably in her room, stubbornly fighting away tears she knew no one would see anyway.
"I'm useless…" she whimpered at the un-responding walls. "I can't do anything to help the ones I love."
"But perhaps One could assist you there, princess," a disturbingly familiar voice echoed throughout the corridor. A shadowy figure materialized out of the wall behind where Kurai sat and brushed its lips against one of the Evil's hands.
"Hatter!" Kurai yelped in shock and embarrassment. The Satan did not react, but merely stared intently into her azure eyes. "Wh-wh-what do you want this time?" the Evil stammered, trying futilely to hide the slight blush that threatened to deepen her ochre skin.
"One merely wished to cheer One's beloved princess," Belial replied simply. "Perhaps a graceful requiem to some unfortunate soul who caused thy tears?" she said, pointedly drawing her violin and bow. Kurai shuddered, remembering the severed head of the Satan's hapless victim when they had first met in Gehena.
Kurai felt decidedly uneasy with the self-proclaimed Mad Hatter, though she could not say why. She had even leapt into the darkest level of hell with this devil! Still, she felt herself slowly shuffle towards the door, trying to put some distance between herself and the uninvited guest. "I don't need anything from you!" she insisted, but she knew her voice held no conviction.
In the blink of an eye, Belial moved with impossible grace and speed to stand not three inches from the princess' face. "Then one would but give thee a small gift," she whispered, the violin in her hands suddenly vanishing in a swirl of blue petals that soon settled to reveal a single blue rose, perfectly trimmed, held delicately between the Satan's curving nails. The Mad Hatter leaned forward to tuck the flower into Kurai's silvery hair.
Kurai flinched as the movement brought Belial's face uncomfortably close to hers and her red-painted lips brushed against her own, ever so slightly. The Evil's face darkened several shades with a deep blush. She stammered wordlessly for a moment before Belial held her lips closed with one graceful finger.
"One has kissed thee before," she smirked, "And thee did not even blush so." There was a sincere laughter in Belial's voice, a tone Kurai had never heard before.
Kurai stood trembling for a moment, trembling with uncertainty. Then she suddenly abandoned all pretenses and threw her arms around the Hatter. A few of the petals of the delicate blue rose fell and nested in the bright fire of Belial's red hair.
"Thank you for coming," Kurai said sheepishly. And, though she could not be sure, since the Satan's face was so heavily painted, the Evil thought she even saw a touch of red color her face that was not make-up.