Dlbn: Hey, everyone! Welcome back!

Nbld: So we were wrong. This is going to turn into a more five-six shot, if not more then that.

Dlbn: So let's just not put a limit here and go with the flow. It's not going to be a giant epic like Careless is, but it won't be short like…well…all my other Loveless fics.

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Promocat: Glad you enjoy! Seimei wouldn't be Seimei if he wasn't…Seimei? XD

Sycocat2: Only Nisei would have the gall to draw that with Seimei nearby XD He's psychotic Seimei as usual hehe Psychotic genius, that is ;) It's one of my favorite songs. The Pretty Reckless is pretty good ^^

Yoitemichaelis: Aren't they, though? XD I tried to make them more like cannon Seimei and Nisei then my version of them, as I usually write them. Next chapter coming up! :D

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Loveless or anything within it. That all belongs to Yun Kouga. I also don't own "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked". It belongs to Cage the Elephant. I make NO money off of writing in this category or referencing this song. It's just the inspiration piece for this part.

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What exactly do you have to do to gain your wings here in hell? Do you have to be one exceptionally evil person in life to get them? Do you have to be a mass murderer that converted all kinds of goody-two-shoes to evil? Apparently, all you had to do was commit a certain amount of sins after your death. And apparently, Lucifer thought having rough, passionate, relentless, careless sex with someone of your own gender was enough of a sin to grant wings. Alright, fine, whatever. We can fly now. They're not fluffy angel wings, no not yet, but rather large bat wings; typical of a stereotypical demon of lore. We can hide them at will, as most of us here in hell only unleash them if we want to intimidate someone. If you could imagine, Seimei does this often, and not just with me, mind you. If you thought Seimei couldn't look or be any more evil then he was while we were alive, you'd be dead wrong.

I mean, yes he was responsible for multiple deaths, missing persons, multiple breaking and entering (charges that were thrown onto me, thank you very much), and numerous other things that I can't even remember or list. But down here he's downright sadistic, and doesn't care who or what gets in his way. He will take it down. Okay, so that's nothing different then in our actual lives. But here he has to be a little more tactful and a lot more vicious, which is why I'd say he's worse now then back then.

Without my spells, I've been forced to reduce to rather disturbing means, myself, to do what Seimei orders me to. And let me tell you, he orders me to do a lot of shit. Hm, maybe that's part of the reason we got our wings already. Never thought of it that way. Though I'm sure some of the shit we did while alive contributed to it as well. People around here (and I use the term 'people' loosely) seem to know some of the stuff we've done. I've heard more jokes about the Mikado incident then I'd care to hear in my lifetime, let alone in my afterlife…time…

Thin, nimble fingers dragged through my hair, stopping at my shoulders and starting again at the top of my head, instead of going all the way through the length.

"You seem distracted, master." I informed, shaking my head to encourage him to stop petting me like a puppy.

Seimei didn't stop, just waited until I was done to begin moving his hand again. "Distracted from what? all you're doing is writing and all I'm doing is relaxing."

"Petting me is relaxing?"

"Isn't it relaxing to sit on a couch with a pet and stroke it?"

"I'm not your damn pet." I glared, but he wasn't intimidated.

"So you say." He smirked.

I sighed and gave in, going back to my writing. I know it's stupid to keep a diary of sorts as a dead man, but I have nothing better to do then catalog our time here. It's not like I can use a laptop or anything. Oh, how my hands itched for the keys of a keyboard and my eyes longed to be staring at a LCD display rather then blank parchment. Yeah, paper isn't really a thing in hell. A lot of things here are pretty old school. If we do ever get to go to the surface world, I'm bringing some things back with me. No doubt my parents have gone through my old apartment by now and tossed out mostly everything that they couldn't sell (really, those two should never have even considered kids, let alone actually having one. It was clear from my birth that they didn't exactly want me, and they were both happy when I had chosen to not live with either of them upon the divorce. I can only hope Mimuro-sempai was there and hadn't let them throw out or take everything. I had left a note for him to do so in the case of my demise, but knowing my parents, they didn't abide by it). So I would have to get everything by hand, on my own, in some other manner. No money, so I'll have to resort to theft and trickery. Oh, woe is me. No rest for the wicked, I guess.

"Are you bored, Nisei?" Seimei wondered, asking a question with a completely obvious answer.

"Of course I am." I stated.

"Help me take over hell." He whispered in my ear.

"No." I denied.

"Please?"

I blinked. Seimei said 'please'? Oh, what was this Underworld coming to?

"Maybe if you beg me a little more."

"That's not happening."

"Ah, well, it was worth a shot." I shrugged one shoulder.

He sighed. "So you really won't help me?"

"You know I will, in the end."

"My most loyal dog." Seimei chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up."

"What was that?"

"You heard me." I flashed my teeth at him, hoping it would make him back off.

He only rolled his eyes. "Your bark is worse then your bite."

"Enough." I snapped. "I've had enough of your games, calling me a dog." I stood. "I'm going for a walk. Maybe I'll fall into the brimstone and lava and disintegrate." I glared down at him. "Arf."

He laughed at me as I left the room, kicking along a little rock as I did so.

"Stupid Seimei…" I muttered. "Who the hell does he think he is? Fucking prick…"

I walked smack dab into something hard, warm, and hot. I muttered to myself, mentally scolding myself for the gutter my mind crawled into at that moment. I looked up to see a creature of hell leering down at me. Its golden yellow eyes were catlike, and it had the large, fluffy angel-like wings that Seimei and I had yet to earn. Its blackened body was lined with trails of moving, bright red lava, and scales covered its shoulders to its elbows. There was a deep gash in its left cheek that was crusted over in lava as if it were blood. I shuddered, looking away.

"Nisei Akame?" The creature greeted me, not bothering to stick to the Japanese traditions I had grown up with, though I hadn't really been a fan of it anyway.

I didn't care for honorifics. They just reminded me that I was less then others. Seimei and I had never used them when speaking to one another. Not after that first day we met, where he borrowed my eraser for an exam he slept through, then bought me a soda in thanks for whatever reason. The only time I really cared to use honorifics was as a child to my parents (before I realized how they despised me), and with Mimuro-sempai, whether I wanted something from him or not. More often then not, I wanted something. He really was my only friend, so I do feel slightly bad. Well, as bad as a sociopath can feel about using someone close to him. That he knew was madly in love with him, mind you. Sempai can argue it all he wants, but he knows damn well that it's true. Mei figured it out about five seconds upon meeting me.

"Yeah, that's me?" I replied. "But you knew that. So what do you want?"

I tried to look uninterested instead of intimidated, but the being laughed, seeing right through me. God damn it. No one could see through the mask I put on when I tried. Faceless could, but they were the exception because it was their power (they could see anyone's 'true face' and know their true intentions, yet their faces remained easily forgettable and highly unreadable). It was a pain to be seen through. Only Seimei was supposed to be able to see the real me, because only Seimei could accept it. After all, we were so much alike. I rubbed self-consciously at the 'Beloved' inked down my right hand.

The creature of hell rolled its eyes at me. "Drop the bravado, kitten." It said, making me hiss at it in irritation. "Where's your Master?"

"Seimei!" I called over my shoulder, half-caring.

"What?" He came out of his chambers, where we had previously been conversing. "Oh, a messenger of hell, hm? To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you here in our humble abode?"

I rolled my eyes. Such flowery words didn't fit my sociopathic Sacrifice. Words weren't meant to be his specialty. They were meant to be mine. Fighters controlled the spells and did the bidding of their Sacrifices, while Sacrifices gave orders, amplified the Fighter's power, and took the damage. Mimuro knew how to talk to manipulate people if he needed to, but I didn't really know any other Sacrifices that had a way with words like Seimei did. Then again, Seimei was also the only Sacrifice I knew that could actually use Wordspell. His 'Power of Suggestion' spell, created by Chouma as a child, was one of the most powerful spells I had ever seen. I think those Zero brats know it, but I've never seen them use it. Seimei said they tried to use it on him, but he hadn't been subdued. Good. That would have been embarrassing. Being taken down by a pair of artificial beings? How pathetic would that be?

"He wishes to have a word with you." It looked between us. "Both of you. I suggest you hurry. He doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Seimei and I shared a look. There was only one person in hell that was referred to as 'he' in passing. Lucifer himself.