Chapter 4: The Power of Healing

Lady Date: scribbles furiously on a piece of paper

Abel:watches from a safe distance What do you think she's doing over there?

Cain: No idea, but I doubt that we'll like it.

Sephiroth: What's so scary about these girls? They're tiny compared to us.

Snape: True…but they have powers…evil powers like you would never believe.

Sephiroth:raises eyebrows Oh, really?

Lady Date: Yes, really. turns Sephiroth into a silver chicken.

yamikage02: Oooo…Can we have fried chicken?

Chicken Sephiroth: clucks angrily

Cain: Is the Chinese munchkin that constantly wishes to kill us always going to be here?

yamihikari: No eating my muse.

prettypeoplelie: Yeah, he probably wouldn't taste good anyway.

Chicken Sephiroth: clucks more and bite prettypeoplelie

yamihikari: Now I 'm surrounded by imbeciles, homicidal maniacs, and a dangerous chicken. What's next?

prettypeoplelie: Owww! Stupid chicken begins to chase Chicken Sephiroth around

Lady Date: watches This is more amusing that watching Yugi on a sugar rush.

yamihikari: Really? What's it like?

Lady Date: It's funny if you watch from a safe distance.

Tres: This situation is highly illogical.

yamikage02: Do you really think we care about that?

Tres:takes a moment Yes.

yamikage02 attacks Tres

Lady Date: shakes head Such violence.

Snape: You're one to talk.

Lady Date: has Mr. Floppykins in her lap Move it Mr. Wizard.

Snape:growls Fine. Lady Date, yamihikari, yamikage02, and prettypeoplelie do not own Trinity Blood, Harry Potter, or Final Fantasy. If they did, we'd all be scared because it would probably be all yaoi. They aren't making any money off of this story. If they were, it would be sold in bookstores, and not posted online. Suing would be pointless, seeing as how you wouldn't really get much money off of them anyway.

yamihikari: And now on with the story. sweatdrops

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Abel smiled politely at the sick man lying on the bed. He could see the puncture wounds on the man's neck. 'Vampires…' he thought, entering the room. "And how are you feeling this morning?" he asked, pushing a food cart into the room.

The man looked up, his skin an unhealthy color, too pale, and sunken in. His breathing was raspy and labored as he smiled weakly. He broke into a coughing fit as he tried to sit up.

Abel rushed to the man's side, comforting him through the spasms.

"Such a kind nurse," the man croaked, looking up at Abel with watery eyes.

Abel twitched slightly at the comment. He would never forgive Leon for this "brilliant idea." 'Let's have Abel dress up as a nurse.' Abel thought, mimicking Leon's voice in his head. 'I'm sure he won't mind.' He sighed inwardly. 'I had to agree to go shopping with Esther. Of course she ended taking me into that lingerie shop. And of course they had to catch me and refuse to let me forget it.' Abel forced himself to smile. "I'm just doing my job," he said softly. 'Which should be investigating, not playing doctor.'

The door opened behind Abel "Nurse Nightengale?" a voice asked.

'Speak of the devil.' Abel turned around, forcing himself to smile at the "doctor" that had been behind him. "Yes, Doctor Orcot?"(1) He glared daggers at Leon, causing the other priest to step back slightly.

Leon cleared his throat. "May I speak to you outside for a moment?"

"Certainly." Abel set a bowl of soup on the bedside table for the sick man.

Leon led Abel to a nearby office, and none-to-subtly, laid a hand on Abel's ass.

Abel fought to resist the urge to slap his partner for this mission. "Did you have to do that?" he growled.

"Of course," Leon answered, grinning cheekily. He watched as Abel rolled his eyes and adjusted the short white dress, then slid his hand down Abel's back. He cupped Abel's ass, gently squeezing it.

Abel moaned and squirmed, shifting to hide his obvious arousal. He tried pushing on Leon's shoulders insistently, trying to get away. "Knock it off," he whispered. "We're on a mission here."

Leon ignored Abel's protest and ran his gun-callused hand up Abel's thigh, playing with the hem of the man's stockings. He smirked at the little whimpers and moans that escaped from the fellow priest's lips. He moved his other hand from Abel's butt, sliding it up the front of Abel's dress. He fondled the satin-clad organ.

"Ah!" Abel exclaimed, embarrassed. He pushed harder at Leon's shoulders. "I'm serious. If you don't knock it off right now, I'm going to hit you."

Leon snorted in amusement. "You?" he asked.

Abel scowled deeply before turning in the other man's grasp. "Yes, me." He reached for the bedpan that he needed to be cleaning.

Leon laughed outright. "What are you going to do? Hit me with that bedpan?" His only warning was a glare before he was punched sharply in the gut. He doubled over from the loss of breath and the pain.

Abel merely gave a nod before he turned back to the bedpan he was cleaning. While Leon was recovering from the blow, he got to the matter at hand. "Have you found anything on the source of the attacks?"

Leon gave a dry cough. "No. None of the victims can seem to remember what attacked them."

Abel sighed. "Well, we can't stay here much longer. The Vatican needs us for other things." (authoress' note: yamihikari: Yeah...other naughty things.)

Leon only nodded and straightened his jacket. "How long are we here for?"

"Another two weeks at most."

Leon groaned and went about his "doctorly" duties.

Unbeknownst to the two Vatican officers, a pair of amber eyes watched them closely. Dietrich smirked evilly. "Lord Cain is going to love this," he muttered to himself before quietly leaving.

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In some undisclosed location, Cain leaned heavily against the throne behind him.

The large mahogany door opened and Dietrich skipped in merrily. He stopped directly in front of Cain's throne and bowed politely, not bothering to hide his amusement. "Lord Cain," he greeted.

Cain bowed his head in acknowledgement.

"I bring you news of your brother, Father Nightroad."

Cain raised an elegant blonde brow. "Oh really?" he questioned.

"It would seem that he and a fellow priest have been trying to spy on us through a local hospital."

Cain chuckled cruelly. "Well, we'll just have to go visit my dear little brother, now won't we?" He purred. "Well done, my slave. Now come collect your reward." He flung his arms open.

Dietrich refrained from releasing the squeal that he wanted to. He gracefully made his way to Can and settled himself in the other man's lap.

Cain smirked as he wrapped his arms around Dietrich's waist.

Dietrich giggled happily as the blonde man's hands ran down his backside. Strong hands grabbed firmly at the pliant flesh beneath its fingers. Dietrich threw his head back and moaned.

"Enjoying yourself, my pet?" Cain asked, slipping a hand across the buckle on Dietrich's belt, slowly unbuckling it. He lifted the smaller man briefly and turned him in his lap.

Dietrich delighted in the feel of the warm body against his back. He wriggled enticingly against Cain's cloth covered member.

The blonde growled in response. "You're asking for it." He pulled Dietrich flush against his chest, ceasing the other's incessant and teasing writhing. He ran hi hand possessively over the brunette's chest, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath the clean, white fabric of his shirt.

Dietrich hissed in pleasure when long finger brushed over his swollen nipples.

"You are so sensitive, my pet."

Dietrich panted and writhed against Cain. "Master…" he half whined, arching into the blonde's touch. He practically screamed when a hand reached down his pants and began to fondle his hardening flesh. "Please! Please, master!"

"Please what, pet?" Cain smirked, squeezing the flesh in his hand harshly.

Dietrich threw his head back and howled in pleasure. "Please! Please fuck me!" Dietrich whined and arched like a cat in heat.

Cain smirked. He always knew just the right ways to touch Dietrich to set the sex kitten off. Without a moments hesitation, he threw Dietrich over his shoulder.

The startled Dietrich giggled when Cain's hand came to rest on his curved hip.

"As you wish my pet." Cain carried Dietrich through the large cherry door to his right. As the door opened for him, he couldn't help but chuckle at all the naughty things that he was planning on doing to his slave.

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AN 1: For those of you who have not seen Pet Shop of Horrors, the detective investigating the murders is one Leon Orcot

Lady Date: Well, that was fun.

Abel:indignant Speak for yourself.

Lady Date: I was.

Dietrich: Has anyone told you that you're a big pervert.

yamihikari: I have many, many times.

Lady Date: I am not a pervert. Just very liberal.

Cain: Liberal my ass!

Lady Date: Okay. makes Cain and Chicken Sephiroth do the Chicken Dance

prettypeoplelie:takes pictures

Snape: How...grimace entertaining.

prettypeoplelie: You say that now. Makes Snape dance, too

Snape: I…hate…you.

prettypeoplelie: I know, Snapey, I know.

Lady Date: This is far too amusing.

yamikage02:stuffs marshmallows into her mouth

Lady Date: What are you doing?

yamikage02: … Nothing…

yamihikari: Right.

yamikage02:look at Chicken Sephiroth

Chicken Sephiroth: looks at yamikage02

yamikage02:rips off the flesh of a ketchup covered chicken leg

Chicken Sephiroth: O.O

yamikage02: Mwahahahahahaha! Review now or Stephiroth gets it.

Chicken Sephiroth: somehow does the puppy dog eyes

Lady Date: Is that even possible for a chicken?