Herro~ And all you peoples. Okay so, this is actually part 2 of chapter 6. A few parts are just so long that I can't break them down really well. So anyway, sorry bout that. xP No real warnings here. Will probably put up another chapter or two before bed tonight. Maybe...maybe not~ :D

Anyway enjoy~

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Ivan blinked and looked up at Arthur curiously. "Master?" he asked, a little worried. "Are you alright?" The cat nuzzled him and licked his cheek, wondering what was wrong. After a few minutes he smiled though. "Arthur...How about we go shopping for groceries? You are running out and if we go together you can tell me what you want me to cook for you from now on~ I can make you lunch as well,da?" It was a good idea, thought Ivan. He purred while licking Arthur more, hoping the human would agree.

Arthur hadn't answered his first question, but he didn't seem to mind the next one. "I can't take you into the grocery store when you look like a cat…" He pointed out, not loosening his grip on the fluff ball. "I wouldn't mind going to get things though…" Teasingly scratching the cat's lower back, he just watched it for a moment. Going outside could risk him getting spotted again, but he would go out anyway if it meant he didn't have to be in the house with the ghosts that never slept.

Ivan's eyes suddenly widened as his lower back was scratched. The cat mewled while arching its chest down, pushing its tail in the air to encourage England to keep scratching. Purring loudly while eyes slipped shut the demon showed every sign of purr bliss for a few moments before seeming to regain his senses. "Nyaa...nh..." he gasped a little, kneading the couch with his front paws. "I can..change into human form. It is not hard..." Man did England know how to scratch and pet him just right. It felt wonderful.

Arthur smiled a bit again at his reaction before moving to sit up. "Okay..." He said, scratching behind the cat's ears a bit while leaning down to kiss the top of his head again. Moving to stand up afterwards, he nearly fell over when he saw a shadow dart into the kitchen. He calmed himself down by thinking they weren't going to hurt him at all, but they still scared him.

The cat spent a moment stretching and kneading the couch cushion before yawning. With a flick of his tail he then jumped down to the floor, changing in a fluid movement. Seeing England stumble a bit he reached out a hand and grabbed him, pulling him close. Ivan had shifted into his fully human form so aside from the tattoos of wings still on his back he appeared fully human and normal. "Arthur? Are you alight?" his voice fully of worry. The demon could sense that his human was anxious and a little fearful.

Arthur glanced at him quickly, not having noticed he'd already turned into his human form. "I'm fine." He said, trying to assure him that he was. Lightly moving away from him, he started to head over to the door. It wasn't like the ghosts were doing anything to him, but he couldn't help his fear toward them. He used to find ghosts quite a lot when he was a child, and not all of the one's he found had been friendly.

Following after Arthur, Ivan couldn't help but know that his master wasn't fine. But he didn't press the issue. If something was bothering his master, the demon hoped that Arthur would eventually open up to him. What Arthur probably didn't notice was that, even though he was human, Ivan still wore the collar that the Englishman had just bought for him. It jingled as he walked. The demon still liked the sound and couldn't help smiling.

Arthur quietly headed to the closest grocery store, lost in thought as he walked. Wondering how long his boss would make him work the next day, he hoped it was only for a couple of hours. His boss couldn't keep him there the whole day, which he was grateful for. Trying to shift his thoughts to something else, he focused on what he should get from the store. Going over to the carts once he got the store, he pulled one out that he could use.

Ivan had followed Arthur, using a quick spell to make the clothes from before appear. He didn't like using the spell because it would make him need to feed again that night. The demon just pushed that thought aside and followed the human, smiling softly. People around them would blink and look around when they heard the bell on the demon's collar ring. Luckily it was muffled by his scarf so no one knew where it was coming from.

Arthur glanced back at Ivan, wondering if it was him that the ringing was coming from. "You wore your collar?" He questioned, making sure to keep his voice down. He had heard it while they were walking but he had been too lost in thought to ask. Rolling the cart around, he was still trying to think of what to buy. It wasn't often that he had much in his fridge and he was used to just eating microwave meals. He rarely had the time to cook for himself, but he was unknowingly horrible at it anyway.

Ivan grinned. "Da~ I like it. Arthur gave it to me so it is my treasure~" he giggled, moving to kiss the Englishman on the cheek. Ivan didn't care if they were in public or if anyone could see them. He enjoyed showing his affection. As for the food the demon already had a mental list and grabbed the edge of the cart to help steer it in the right direction.

"Ah-" Arthur easily blushed at that, "Be careful Ivan, people are watching…" He was embarrassed to show affection like that in public, no matter who he was with. Following him with the cart, he thought it was a good idea to just leave the shopping to him. The demon seemed to know exactly what he wanted to get already. All Arthur would have to do was pay for it.

Ivan hummed while picking out some vegetables and fruits. He then dragged the Brit over to the meat section and starting looking for the cheapest but best cuts. The demons great sense of smell helped him find the best foods for cooking and eating. After a while he paused and thought for a minute. "Arthur...since you are English do you like fish and chips?" he asked, having not thought of it before.

"Of course I do. Why do you ask?" Arthur said, though he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten that particular meal. He usually would just make due with whatever was quick. Glancing down at the things already in the cart, he looked back at Ivan soon after. As he thought about it, he hardly had the time to even make himself tea anymore.

The demon grinned big before dragging Arthur off to get the supplies for fish and chips. It was while rounding the corner of an aisle that he ran into something. Ivan blinked and looked down at the softly swearing blonde man. Immediately his eyes turned to ice and a low rumble began in his chest. This was a man that, if he could, Ivan would rip his head off and gorge on his lifeblood right then and there. Luckily the demon could control his urges and bloodlust...to an extant.

Arthur wondered why Ivan had stopped and moved around the cart to see. Spotting Francis, he glanced up to Ivan and got in front of him, pushing him back a bit. "Don't give yourself away…" He said quietly, having taken note of the look in his eyes. Turning to apologize to Francis, he could tell the Frenchman was surprised. "Did you get a lover without telling me?" He asked, having spotted Ivan first during their lunch break when he'd brought Arthur food. Arthur was caught off guard by that question and didn't quite know what to say.

Ivan wasn't happy that Arthur got between the two of them and the rumbling in his chest got a little louder. He continued to smile though. "If by lover you mean that Arthur belongs to me. Then da~ I belong to him as well." the barely concealed bloodlust wanted desperately to get out. With a smirk Ivan pulled down his scarf JUST enough for Francis alone to see. "See? I belong to him~" he purred, smug. Ivan quickly rehid the collar so no one else in the store could come along and see it. Ivan then wrapped his arms around the Englishman's neck and nuzzled him, purring out. "I love my Arthur~" Yes he IS a possessive demon thank you very much.

Francis examined the two of them; finding that the man's eyes looked much like the cat's that he was scratched by. "Into the kinky stuff, hm?" The Frenchman said, unable to hide the fact that he was annoyed. "I hope Arthur has told you my relationship with him." All Arthur could do at the moment was stand there with a blush on his face. He was always embarrassed so easily that he was afraid he'd say something he'd regret just to get out of the situation.

The demon grinned, showing his teeth. It wasn't a happy smile though, it was more to show his fangs, much like a wild hunting cat would. And fangs he did have. It was one of the things his human form did not change, although as demon standards go Ivan had relatively small fangs. Ivan nuzzled Arthur again. "Ah. You mean the rape and sexual harassment? Da I know of it." he purred, voice icy. Without meaning to the temperature around them lowered, Ivan was slowly loosing the ability to control his bloodlust and the area around them was being affected by his demonic power. The grip he had on Arthur tightened a little, not enough to hurt, but to show that the human was HIS.

Francis shot the Englishman a glare since he had told him not to tell anyone that; even having come up with an elaborate story to be told. "It is not such horrible things. Arthur enjoys it." He said, looking back to Ivan. He couldn't help but notice something particularly scary about this man and he shivered because he was starting to get cold, though he thought it was just the store. Arthur continued to stay quiet but he turned to try and get Ivan to relax.

Ivan pulled Arthur to his chest and held him close, one hand petting his head. The more that Ivan lost control of his bloodlust the more his form changed. Without meaning to the demons eyes were flickering between their demonic counterparts and the human ones. But holding the Englishman seemed to calm him down enough for the temperature to return to normal and Ivan's appearance to stabilize. "You say he enjoys it...but has he begged you to stop before? Or maybe tried to avoid you at every opportunity?" the demons eyes narrowed slightly. "You should not touch what is not yours~ Unlike with you...I had Arthur screaming in pleasure last night~ All you can make him utter is forced sounds of pleasure that only pains him. Therein~ The difference, da? Now..we are shopping for dinner. Good day dear sweet rapist~" was the last thing Ivan purred before pulling Arthur and their cart away.

Francis stood there for a moment, wondering if he had been seeing things. He was no doubt outraged but he wasn't going to follow them. That man seemed dangerous and he didn't like it in the least. Arthur's face was red again as they walked away. "Did you have to tell him that?" He questioned, seeming more embarrassed than he had been before. He was relieved Ivan had been able to control himself, but he was worried about what Francis would do now.

The demon nodded. "Da. I did. Be happy that speak was all I did. If this had been anywhere else, and you had not ordered me to keep my form hidden...I would have ripped that man's throat out with my bare fangs and supped on his blood while he writhed in agony...nyet...that is too easy...I would have ripped his balls off one at a time, then that horrid meat stick he dares to call a dick,da?" Ivan was obviously still VERY much upset and angry at the Frenchman. To distract himself he just moved to get the things for fish and chips before pulling Arthur into the pet aisle. The demon pointed to a small can of wet cat food and gave Arthur a pleading look. Whenever he got angry food always made the giant of a man/demon feel better. This kind even tasted like salmon! He knew because he had been given it before by a kind old lady. In thanks Ivan had saved her grandson from being hit by a car. But in the process the car's driver got killed. Ivan had then eaten his soul. Ahh~ That had been a good day.

Arthur thought he was being a far too violent with just his thoughts, but he figured he should expect that from a possessive demon. "You're not supposed to kill him, Ivan…" He said quietly and just followed him to the aisle. Looking to the cat food, he just smiled a bit. This demon could be very scary but not if he was pointing to cat food like that. "I'll get it for you. How much do you want?" He asked, looking to see how much they had.

Ivan grinned happily, almost bouncing with joy. "Any is fine! Just that master is getting it for me makes me happy,da?" he exclaimed. The demon pulled the salmon flavor off the shelf before noticing another new flavor. A tuna flavored one! With a whine Ivan looked at each can, not able to choose between the two.

Arthur watched him for a moment, keeping a slight smile on his face. "You can have both." He said, taking them from him and setting them down in the cart. Getting a few more, he wondered if they needed anything else. Looking to Ivan, he was ready to follow him again.

The demon was ecstatic. He hugged Arthur tight before dragging him to get milk and tea leaves. From Arthur's memories he knew the man liked tea, but the demon hadn't found any in the house and assumed it was for the same reason Arthur hardly ate, just no time. Ivan would change that. After pausing to grab sugar and a few spices the duo then made their way to the check out line. Ivan was bouncing from foot to foot, excited about getting home and cooking for Arthur before tasting some of the food the Brit had gotten him. The incident with Francis all but forgotten by now.

Not having to wait for too long, everything was rung up and Arthur paid without much of a problem. Going to put the cart back, he pulled the bags out of it so they could head back to the house with them. He held out two for Ivan to hold since they were a bit heavy for him to hold them all. Francis had seen them walk out of the store and couldn't help but glare at the back of Ivan's head. There was someone in his way of fun now, and he hated it.

Ivan giggled taking the bags before moving close to Arthur's side. Even if he was in human form he couldn't help the purr that was making its way out. The demon was just too happy. "What would master like tonight? Fish and chips? Pot roast?" he asked, smiling. Being a demon, Ivan could sense the angry gaze on him but he just ignored it.

Arthur was fairly happy having him by his side while walking around. He was just upset he couldn't bring him to work with him. He would have a better chance avoiding abuse if he was around. "Fish and chips would be nice…" He said, kind of craving it now since he hadn't had it in so long. Tea sounded good as well, but he could make that by himself since they had bought some.

While walking home Ivan moved a little closet to Arthur, pretty much getting in his way almost while trying to nuzzle him. The demon was content and happy now. Once they got back home though he moved to put the groceries away.

Arthur helped him with the groceries, being much more relaxed now that they were back at the house, even if there were ghosts there. For now he had forgotten about them and was focused on food. Finding the tea, he got ready to make himself some. Remembering the cat toys and treats he had left in the living room, he went to get them first so he could put them away.

Ivan whistled a little while pulling out the things he need to cook. It wasn't long till the delicious aroma of cooking fish and chips began spreading throughout the house. The demon didn't take long to cook it, mostly due to the added help of demonic cooking fire. 3

Arthur put the toys and the treats in the kitchen before starting to make himself tea. He glanced over to Ivan's cooking, smiling a bit. It did look really good, and he knew the demon was capable of making great food. As the water for his tea heated up, he took out some of the wet cat food and got it ready for Ivan on a nice little plate.

The demon finished the food and got a plate to put it on. He then moved the dirty dishes over to the sink before taking the plate over to the table for Arthur. Once he set it down he noticed the cat food and immediately brightened up, letting out a happy sound before jumping at the Brit. Lucky for Arthur that he changed into his cat form in midair or the Englishman would have become a pancake. Ivan clung to Arthur's chest while mewling and nuzzling him happily. the collar around his neck jingling as he did so.

Arthur caught the cat, smiling at him again. Moving to grab the cat food, he brought it over to the table as well while holding onto him. Setting him down on the table, he pulled up a chair but then thought about his tea. Going over to see if it was finished, he poured himself some and went back to the table, sitting down this time. "Thank you, Ivan." He said, reaching over to pet the cat.

The cat purred loudly at the petting before moving to the small plate Arthur had made him. With a happy mew of pure bliss he dug in, ears twitching and tail swishing. It tasted delicious!

Arthur started eating as well, greatly enjoying it. Once he finished with everything, he went back over to the kitchen and cleaned up. Returning to the table for Ivan's plate, he started petting him again. "Did you like that?" He questioned, moving to pick him up along with the small plate.

Ivan was purring and licking the plate clean before sitting up, licking his mouth now. "DA!" was his reply before he flopped over onto his back, paws patting his belly. The feline then pulled his paws up and began rubbing them over his face and ears, grooming. It had been a while since he could just enjoy a meal then groom. It felt nice. His warm full belly also made him sleep and his grooming soon slowed before getting a bit sluggish then stopping altogether as his eyes fell closed and he drifted off into a cat nap.

Arthur made sure to clean off the small plate and left Ivan to his catnap. Going up to his room, he paused when he noticed the steps to the attic. For most of the time he was there, he had been ignoring it and never really checked to see what was in it. Getting curious, he went up and opened the old door with a bit of difficulty. Light shone in through a small window so he didn't need a light. Leaving the door open, he started to look around, finding old boxes there.

Ivan continued to sleep peacefully, his tail occasionally flicking. Up in the attic where Arthur was there was a stirring. Two pairs of eyes were peeking out from behind a big box at the Brit. They were floating in midair, watching him closely. Both pairs seemed young, as if children. After the Englishman began sorting through the boxes though they became more distinct, now two see through bodies were visible, one a young boy, the other a slightly older looking young girl, neither looked older than 10.

Arthur searched the boxes, finding that they were filled with mysterious things. He hadn't yet noticed those staring at him because he was too curious about the items. Trying to guess how old everything was, he kept looking through them. When he was done with something he would put it right back in the box it was in before. Clearing one of the boxes, he opened the one right next to it.

As he opened the box one of the children let out a giggle, before they both hide behind the box. Ivan, who was downstairs asleep still, stirred, eyes blinking open. The demon felt something amiss.

Arthur glanced up when hearing the distinct sound of giggling, spotting something behind the box. "Hello?" He spoke quietly, pausing with what he was doing. He had to guess that it was the children Ivan had told him about, and he just hoped he wasn't disturbing their things too much, if these boxes did in fact belong to them.

Another giggle was heard, although this time it was on the other side of the attic. The children hadn't had a playmate in so long, that they were lonely. Such a thing could be dangerous however. The next sound was behind the British man, two cold hands grabbing his arms while something touched his back. Another giggle sounded right behind his ear. "Lets play~" was all it said. Ivan shot up and stared at the ceiling before snarling and bounding up there. He needed to get to Arthur.

Arthur shivered a bit, but agreed to play with them. "What would you like to play?" He asked trying to sound like he was no afraid at all; not thinking anything was going wrong if they just wanted to play. His heart was beating quickly already, but he didn't think such small ghosts would try and hurt him.

The children both giggled that time. "Hide and seek." they answered in unison, pulling Arthur along towards the other end of the attic. Ivan ran up the attic stairs before skidding to a stop, eyes wide. "MASTER! Do not go with them!" he cried, looking at Arthur's spirit that the children held. The Brit's body lay where it had been by the boxes, making it appear as if the English man was just sleeping.

Arthur glanced back when hearing Ivan, having never realized he'd even left his body. He did stop, but he didn't understand what was wrong. "I was just going to play with them…" He said, looking a bit worried since Ivan had rushed in so fast. He didn't take long to spot his body there by the boxes and he slowly pulled away from the ghost children.

The demon jumped in front of Arthur's spirit and yowled, literally catching fire. Even in his cat form he was ferocious. "You will NOT touch my master!" he snarled. The demon was prepared to send the children to the abyss in his anger but a dark figure moving to shield them stopped him. It was the silent man that had been observing them lately. The demon paused, the flames around him dousing a little. "They may be lonely but that does not give them the right to steal another's life just to play!" he snarled, stomping a paw. With how fluffy Ivan was as a cat his fur looked rather impressive when it stood up on end. The man-like figure just nodded at him before pushing on the children. The kids had been frightened of Ivan but awed at being pushed away. "But..we wanted to play.." they complained sadly before vanishing one by one. The last one was the dark man and he nodded at Arthur as if in apology before also vanishing in a wisp of ethereal smoke. Only once they were done did the cat face back to Arthur. "Hurry. Get back to your body. If you are separated for long your heart will stop." he ordered, obviously still very angry. The flames hadn't gone out around him yet.

Having stayed off to the side, he watched the other ghosts, who were strangely solid in his eyes. Once they were gone he went back over to his body like Ivan had told him to, not quite sure how to get back inside of it. Just touching it was enough to suck him in, but it took a moment for everything to go back to normal. Once his spirit had settled back into his body, he blinked his eyes open, feeling a pain in his chest. Sitting up, he tried to figure out what had just happened. Staring at the floor for a moment, it was hard for him to think straight while he recovered.

The demon changed into his humanoid from before sweeping Arthur off the ground and carrying him from the attic. It was obvious that he was furious with his owner. Once downstairs he tossed Arthur onto his bed before pouncing on him, sniffing, licking, and occasionally prodding him to make sure his soul had successfully attacked itself back to his body. Then he listened to Arthur's heart, making certain that it was beating normally. After all that was done he sat back and gave Arthur a good strong glare.

Arthur watched him in confusion, not quite sure what he was doing. Sitting up once he was finished with that, he scooted back a bit to lean against the headboard. He was cold so he held onto one of his pillows as his eyes met Ivan's. "I'm sorry…I didn't know they would do that…" He said, knowing he was angry with him. "I was just curious about what was in the attic…" Looking down at the pillow he was holding, he shivered a bit again as he thought about the ghosts.

Ivan's glare softened slightly before vanishing all together. Humans were stupid by nature so he couldn't stay mad at Arthur for it. "Nyet...it is alright. Now you know how dangerous it can be though. I warned you before. They are harmless unless you bother them. The big one we saw is actually the most dangerous of them, but he is also the most harmless. The other ones listen to him. And he will not bother us. He likes you I can tell. But as for the children...it was not out of malice what they did..." he paused growling a bit while moving closer to the shivering human to give warmth. "Nyet...what they did was out of loneliness...not many humans are aware, but child spirits and those of mothers who died while pregnant are the most dangerous. The mothers often long for what they almost had, children, and thus will drag people they fancy into death to ease the pain. Children like the two here though...they do not have anyone to play with aside from the other ghosts...and you know how kids can be. They long to play and run with as many friends as possible. So you, coming into their attic, was like them seeing a new toy or friend. They just wanted to play...I know this...but I nearly destroyed them in anger because of what they nearly did to you,da? I am a demon...one of the only beings that can pull them away from their hold on this house, be it to send them to hell or banish them to the darkness..." Ivan paused again, moving to lick at Arthur's cheeks. "You were foolish to go up there without me...but it would not had mattered if you had not agreed to play with them. Most ghosts cannot harm you unless you give consent...only the really powerful ones can do such a thing against your will...I hope you learned a lesson Master."

Arthur looked back at him, letting go of the pillow to hold onto him. He patiently listened to him speak, heeding his words. "I won't do it again….I just thought they would like someone to play with." He said quietly, feeling sorry for the children. He had to wonder how they died at such a young age, and he was curious about the man as well. Thinking about one of the boxes, he didn't remember that he had put one of the smaller items in his pocket. "Do you know anything about them…?" He asked, thinking that he might get an explanation from him.

The demon paused, glancing down at Arthur before sighing. "Do you really wish to know?...I was able to talk with the children before...I do know how they died...but not even they are certain how the dark man got here...They just said that he has always been here..." he paused and watched Arthur, wondering if the man really wished to know. From experience the demon knew most did not like hearing gory tales out young ones. But from the look in those deep green eyes, Ivan already knew he would have to tell the tale.