CHAPTER 2

Kabuto looked out the window of his apprentice's office. The elderly demon was one of about four or five demons left that were alive before Satan assended from Heaven. Back then, He was the equivalent of a ten year old brat. Not many demons took him seriously, as Kabuto remembered, and the poor kid was frequently bullied. If it weren't for the now graying bird-demon doctor, Kabuto knew there would be no such thing as Satan.

The old demon scratched at a patch of grey feathers with his beak. There wasn't much to do now that he helped Griffin get his M.D in demonic medicine. His apprentice was always the last resort for demon inflicted ailments, diseases and injuries. But mostly, they dealt in demonic and divine pregnancies.

The divine pregnancies were hard to tell from the demonic ones, except one thing was different: the mood swings of the mother. Demonic pregnancies usually came with more negative emotions. Anger, depression, sadness, and jealousy were very common moods that the mother of a demon or half demon would turn to. But divine pregnancies gave the expectant mother a very uplifted mood.

Since half-angels are harder to find then half-demons, Griffin didn't have much experience with divine pregnancies. But he and Kabuto both knew there was one divine pregnancy they could one day face: a Code SCJC. It was the only pregnancy in which the Second Coming of Jesus Christ was involved. No one knew when it would come, but Kabuto knew he and Griffin had to be prepared. After all, they were the experts on this matter.

"Hey Kabuto-Sensei! I'm back." said Griffin, taking off his winter coat and scarf. Griffin was tall: around six-foot-seven, and always dressed himself in clothes that were clean and fresh. He usually smelled like mint toothpaste and lavender, due to his laundry detergent and obsession with clean teeth. His medium length orange-y hair was tied up in a ponytail and his beard was always trimmed neatly.

"Someone called about a possible demonic or divine pregnancy in Kyoto." said the Yuma over his shoulder, still looking at the world below the office window. He lost the strength in his wings a few years back, and was still itching to fly, though he knew he couldn't. "Oh, and my wings are getting cramped again. You should massage them."

"Sure thing, Sensei. Lemmie just call them back, and I'll massage you while I talk to the doctor." He didn't realize until just then what the old demon said until he picked up the receiver. "Kyoto? As in Kyoto, Japan?"

"Yes, Griffin," the patched Yuma said, not taking his eyes off of the sights of the city, "Kyoto, Japan."

"But Sensei, the office is in Boston, Massachusetts. In the United States. You know how much I hate flying."

"Too bad. We're going." stated Kabuto. Griffin knew he was too stubborn to budge on this one. "Hai, Sensei…"

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Dr. Haruno had told Arthur to let someone know where he was going if he went to use the bathroom or get a drink of water. She also said to try and eat something. Its around the time my nausea goes away anyways… Maybe I'll be fine… So they sent him to the emergency room, just in case he had to stay the night. That was a pleasant conversation.

"What do you mean, emergency room?!" he screeched indignantly. Then his eyes widened in slight panic. "Why am I going there? Am I really that sick? What about work? Should I go back? Should I let them know?"

"Mr. Auguste, Your fine! Please calm down. It could worsen your condition." said the unlucky nurse.

"Worsen? What the hell is going on?! You'd better start explaining this!"

"Mr. Auguste—"

"Wait, is it demon related after all? If it is, the demon that did this had better be good at hiding!"

"Mr. Auguste I'm sorry but—"

"I'll slice its throat with Caliburn and boil it before it finishes—"

"MR. AUGUSTE!"

"What?"

The nurse sighs; thankful she finally got her patient's attention. "We only have a vaugue idea of what's going on."

"So what are you doing about that?" growled the paladin.

"Like Dr. Haruno said," Said the nurse, starting to lose her patience, "We have referred you to Dr. Kokoro, who is currently in America. He should be making his way here as we speak. He's an expert on your possible condition."

When Arthur stopped arguing with the nurse, who continuously struggled to be patient, he was moved into a room labeled R-203. It had a small flatscreen TV with limited channels, and an uncomfortable looking bed. The new nurse showed him where the bathroom was, and walked Arthur back to his room. He asked for some lunch and a ginger ale just in case his stomach got wonky. He learned the hard way it had to be flat, since the bubbles would upset his stomach further.

"Hey could I make a call?"

"Yes, but you'll have to use the payphone. Its right over there." said the woman at the front desk. Arthur nodded. He put some money into the payphone and dialed the number to the Knights of the True Cross' Japan Branch Director: Mephisto Pheles.

"Sir Pheles."

"Oh! Arthur! The Vatican has been searching for you. They're in quite a panic, you know."

"Oh, shut up, you stupid demon. I'm not in the mood. I just called to ask you if you could let them know I'm at the hospital."

"Oh dear. Are you alright?"

"Don't feign interest in me. I'm fine, but the doctors had to call in an expert in America. It may or may not be serious. I have no idea yet."

"Very well. I'll tell them you may have a possible medical emergency, and your taking care of it."

"Thanks," he said quickly, and hung up. I'd better know what's happening soon... I don't know if I can handle not knowing for long… He walked back to his room, finished his lunch, flopped on the bed and closed his eyes to take a nap.

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Kabuto: So you've finally met me… Fufufufufufufufu... The ride only gets worse from here you know.

Arthur: *is sleeping*

Kabuto: Poor human… Oh the plans Blitztron has for you… you poor poor thing…

Arthur: *mumbles in his sleep*

Kabuto: *waves* Until next time, children~ Fare thee well!