Krory awoke at what seemed like only minutes later to a rising sun and an aching back (probably from sleeping on a hard wooden floor all night). A quick look at his forgotten pocket watch told him that he probably had only been sleeping for a few hours. He had almost forgotten that he was here in this abandoned cabin. And he almost forget his reason for being here as well. Getting up slowly, the exorcist stretched his pained back and then looked at the two nuisances.

The blonde and black haired Noah seemed to be sleeping just as soundly as Krory had seen them last. Making sure to tip-toe out quietly, Krory went to the kitchen to see what he had to buy. From the information he had collected last night, this house had been in dire need of supplies. He saw that there was little, if none, food in the small cabin and he would need to go out to get groceries and other medical necessities.

Nodding to himself he walked swiftly over to the door, hoping to get the shopping over and done with before the Noah would wake up and his real problems would begin. But his hopes quickly died a fast death when Krory heard the creak of old bed springs from the room over. Trying to ignore the feeling of fear that caused his body to want to freeze up, he turned slowly around in the direction of the bedroom door.

Jasdero stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily (and also wiping off any remaining make-up he had on his eyes in the process). He then cocked his head to the left slightly in a questioning way, no doubt wondering why the only person who could help them was on his way out the door.

"I'm…Just going out to buy supplies." Krory said quickly, "I'll be back in a few hours. Watch over your partner." He added while walking at the door. Jasdero nodded, fully awake at the reference to his brothers well being. Before he left the doorstep he turned back and asked, "I was wondering…what is your name?"

Jasdero's sleepy expression quickly changed to shock. "J-Jasdero." He said pointing to himself. "Devit." He then pointed to the bedroom from which he had come from. "Together we're Jasdevi, hii!" He added cheerfully, smiling with pride.

Oh now I recognize those names. Krory thought dumbly, resisting the urge to smack himself upon the forehead for not remembering. "Alright. I'm Arystar Krory. Please use my name and not "vampire" or "monster"." Krory said flinching at the names that those two had called him in the past.

"What about Nosferatu? Hii!" Jasdero asked snickering.

"Not that either…" Krory grumbled, then smirked when he saw the disappointment and slight pout on Jasdero's face.

"I'll return soon," Krory stated, moving toward the door again. But he stopped once more and asked, "Is there anything in particular you would like for me to get?" Honestly…He didn't even know why he asked. Really what had come over him where he actually cared what the enemy wanted…

Jasdero wore a thoughtful look, carefully thinking over the many things he could ask for. He settled on one thing, though. "Omelet…rice, hii!"

Krory raised an eyebrow at the unexpected response. He didn't get why Jasdero wanted something that was, in his own opinion, disgusting. He had seen Allen eat that dish countless times before (along with many, many other sides) and never understood why anyone would find such a thing delectable. "W..why would you want that?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Devi likes it, hii!" Jasdero shrugged then yawned loudly, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into the bed with Devit and return to his dreamless slumber.

"Ah, right…" Krory had absolutely no idea how he was supposed to prepare omelet rice but maybe Devit would tell him when he woke up. If he wasn't freaking out too bad about the situation. Or if he woke up at all… The sudden thought of Devit not waking startled Arystar. He felt as if his heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach and the hair on the back of his neck stand erect. He decided against sharing this possibility with Jasdero. They would just have to wait and see.

"But is there anything that you want?" Arystar asked, hoping for a response involving food that was more…appealing to his own tastes. After all, he wouldn't be able to buy much anyway and would probably have to sell something on him in exchange for medical supplies and food.

"What Dero wants…? Ahmm… Spicy curry, hii!" Jasdero proclaimed, pumping his fist into the air with jubilance. Krory wasn't one for spicy things and it sounded almost harder to make than omelet rice but he would sooner try Jasdero's favourite dish over Devit's.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours then…" Krory declared walking to the door for the third time.

"Bye bye!" Jasdero called out to the departing Exorcist.

"B-bye…" Krory hesitantly replied, refusing to look back into the assumingly smiling face and went on his way to try and find someplace where he could attain these very much needed items.

After Krory left, Jasdero got himself resituated in the comfortable but small bed, and closed his eyes to try and regain his slumberous state. He curled up next to Devit, draping one arm across his body and nuzzling into his side. Jasdero breathed in the familiar scent of his twin; alluring, inviting, and memorable. One of the few things he absolutely loved about his brother. And it gave him the unfamiliar feeling of fear (that within the past day has become more frequent) to think that his brother could never again regain consciousness. Shivering at the thought, he snuggled ever closer to his brother, silently whimpering like silent pleads, for him to awaken. But all that was heard from the usually loud and vulgar Noah were the slow but steady sleeping breaths that were taken.

After a while, Jasdero's attempts to fall asleep were in vain and he found himself even more awake than before. He reluctantly pulled away from his unconscious counterpart and walked to the bathroom. Upon arriving Jasdero proceeded to look in the mirror. Then frowned at his appearance. His skillfully applied eyeliner was nonexistent from all the crying and eye-rubbing that was done and was reduced to no more than a dark shadow of its former solid black form. His hair (which he prided himself in) was tangled, unruly, and lacked its original volume. The cuts and various other wounds which he had acquired were closed up and although ugly, looked to be healing well. Jasdero decided, with a look of fierce determination, that he was going to take a bath.

Turning away from the mocking mirror, he found himself facing a surprisingly clean, white tub, looking inviting and practically sparkling with appealing temptation. After turning the knob so that the water came out at its hottest and fastest then squeezing a generous amount of bubble bath (probably too much but at this point, he figured he deserved it), Jasdero stripped of his clothes and silently waited until it was deep enough to completely submerge himself in the bubbly, warm water.

After wincing slightly at the heated temperature of the water, Jasdero soon grew used to it and sighed with contentment and happiness. He giggled as the bubbles tickled his nose, laughing harder to himself when he blew them and the bubbles flew all around the bathroom. Jasdero then sighed with disappointment when he realized his brother would probably love this bath as well. But he forced himself into a better mood, wanting to be happy and smiling for when Devit woke up. He dunked his blonde head under the water once more then got out, drying himself off with a towel (that he found along with the bubble bath) the slipping on his previously discarded clothes.

He ran his fingers through his hair a few times until he decided it wasn't going to get much better without the help of his many hair products that were still back in his room in the Ark. Fighting back sniffles that went along with his memories at the Ark, he reapplied his eyeliner that he always kept in his pocket, let the water drain from the tub, and walked out of the bathroom.

For the next few hours Jasdero busied himself with multiple distractions but ended up under the circumstances of unavoidable boredom. He really wished his brother was up… They always thought of something to keep themselves entertained, no matter what the situation. Or he at least wished that the stupid vampir-…..Krory was here so he could bother him a bit. That would at least be amusing. But unfortunately, none of the things he wished for were coming true and he sat alone at the small table in the center of the main room in the cabin, busing himself by shredding napkins that he found in the almost barren cabinets.

He sat straight up when he heard the springs from the bed in the room over creak, a grin spreading across his stitched mouth. Or maybe something he wished for did come true after all…

A/N:

Sorry for the lack of updates ... I get kinda lazy when it comes to multi-chapter stories. Another short chapter, like all my other ones. Kinda boring but I promise there will be lots of Devit-filled goodness in the next chapter. Expect lots of cussing and rage-ing. Then a bit of fluff because I'm a marshmallow like that *cough* .