Sorry this took so long! I don't really have too much of an excuse, besides the fact that It's been the holidays, I've been busy playing kingdom hearts and pokemon moon, and I've kind of had more writers block. (i honestly don't know what is wrong with my mind right now. I used to be able to write an entire chapter in a day, and then do another the next day, and now it feels like agony to just open up the doc. Please send help!) Anyway, here is this chapter! I hope you enjoy it, even though it is a plot bunny. Not much happens, but at the same time, a lot happens...? Do with that what you will.

Foxy Vixen: Nope, not the end! There is lots more to come! This story is kind of written like a shakespeare play, it's in different acts, so sometimes it'll have places where it might seem like the end. Don't worry, shit will hit the fan. :D Thanks for reviewing!

99: Thanks so much, haha. I don't know if I'll ever make her pregnant, but it's an interesting idea! Within the plot I already have, it won't happen, but who knows, the manga is still going on! Thanks for reviewing!

lilly11594: I haven't decided. I've tossed the idea around a bit in my head, but Mirai is pretty vicious to most people, even though she acts cold. She kind of tosses between chaotic neutral to lawful evil a lot. The only person she has any loyalty to is Emiko, and that's questionable at points, for obvious reasons. Still, I kind of like the idea, and I have a few characters in mind! Thanks for reviewing!

: Heehee, well thank you! I'm very grateful for your respect! Fan service is indeed something I love, but have never written really before (besides like pg-13) so I'm glad you enjoyed it! There will be more to come! And yes, spiders are indeed assholes, and they should be obliterated from the earth. Thanks for reviewing!

To all readers and reviewers: Thanks so much for reading, and thanks for those who review! I love writing, and I'm so glad so many people get joy from my silliness. This story originally was going to be something so much darker than it actually is, but it ended up differently. (Though I don't dislike that.) I know I can take long to update and I sincerely apologize! Please continue to read and enjoy! Also, please review if you can! I do read every review and I love hearing from you, even though I don't normally respond. :( Sorry! I really mean to respond, but I usually update late at night and by that point I'm tired and I forget. I'll try harder to respond! Now, I'll stop ranting! Onto the story!

It was cold. The air was still, but icy cold, brushing against her skin like daggers. Emiko shook her head, glancing up at the sky; dark gray clouds hid any source of light from sight, though strangely she could see perfectly. Emiko glanced back down, looking out around her. She was in a wasteland. Every inch of ground she could see was covered in dark soil, not a tree or blade of grass in sight. Sticking up out the ground were thousands of swords, all different in style. Some she recognized as the demon weapons from the army, others were similar to the swords she'd seen nobles like Crowley or Ferid have.

A shiver ran down her spine at the sight. Was this a vision of a battle to come? It didn't look promising. There seemed to be plenty of casualties on both sides. She walked further into the clearing, studying the weapons as she walked. Up ahead, the weapons changed. These were different to the swords behind her. They had a golden hue glowing around them, radiating heat. The hilt of the blade was a shining silver, intricately crafted, each with different patterns. The blade itself was strangest; it looked like it was made of crystal, but she knew that couldn't be the case.

Emiko reached out her hand, sweeping her fingers over the blade. She gasped at the feel of its warmth. It wasn't the good kind of heat; it didn't burn, but it was uncomfortable, like warm blood running across chilled skin. Emiko pulled away, and walked passed the swords, until she found herself atop a hill. Centered at the very peak of the hill, was a weapon that sent a shock of fear through her heart.

The weapon itself seemed impractical. It was a sword, but it had two different types of blades woven around each other, until they met at the tip in one sharp point. The blades were similar, one black with a glowing green strip in the middle, telling Emiko it was a demon weapon. The other blade looked like the strange crystal ones behind her. Both blades were covered in dripping blood. The hilt looked like tarnished gold, or as if it was burnt.

Despite her fear, Emiko felt drawn to the weapon. She reached a hand out towards the weapon, intent on finding out what it was. A voice behind her stopped her.

"Don't touch that." Emiko jumped, whirling around. Her mother stood behind her in all her golden beauty. She wore a billowing white dress, though the air continued to remain still. She had a look on her face Emiko had never seen; it appeared to be a mixture of fear and anger. She held her hand out towards Emiko, beckoning her over. Emiko shook off her shock, racing to meet her mother. She wrapped her arms around her. Emiko knew now; this was her real mother, visiting her in her dreams. Her mother returned the hug for a moment, but then pulled back. "Don't touch that sword." She warned her daughter again. Emiko met her gaze in confusion.

"Why not?" She asked. Her mother's smile was gentle, but concerned.

"Demons are simple, easy. You know what they want." Her mother mused. "Humans and vampires are more difficult. They're not inherently bad but...they have a tendency to make bad choices. Angels are even worse. Mirai had it right, when she said they were destroying their own purity. They've become twisted and hateful. All they can think about is their hatred for the humans." Her mother ran her hand through Emiko's hair, a thoughtful expression on her face. She glanced down to meet Emiko's eyes. "Don't get involved in their war, Emi. This place...it's inevitable. But that sword up on that hill doesn't have to be here. There doesn't need to be more bloodshed." Emiko was confused.

"Mom, I don't understand. What do you mean?" Emiko murmured against her mother's shoulder. Her mother sighed.

"There is no right or wrong, no good or evil. There's just pain and destruction. Don't get pulled into it. You don't owe anyone, anything."

…

Emiko woke with her face tucked into the crook of Crowley's neck. Her chest lied bare against his, one of her arms draped over him. Crowley had both of his arms around Emiko, one holding the small of her back, and the other tangled in the locks of her hair. The sheets covered the both of them, but Emiko was fully aware that they were both completely nude beneath the sheets. She fidgeted, licking her lips nervously. How had this happened?

Oh. Yeah. Her jealousy got the best of her.

Not that she regretted it. She thoroughly enjoyed last night. Just the reminder of their bodies pressing into each other, the jolts of euphoric pleasure with every thrust...Emiko turned red. She let out an involuntary squeak at her thoughts. They were so sinful...and they made Emiko want to do it again. And again. Maybe up against the wall...she (secretly) liked when he'd pressed her against the wall and kissed her.

Emiko broke from her thoughts, and looked up at Crowley. She was surprised to find he was sleeping. It was strange to catch him off guard. It gave her a chance to observe him without interruption. He looked peaceful when asleep, one of his fangs peeking out from his lip. His hair was still perfectly placed, which kind of irritated her. She had no doubt her hair was in a rat's nest right now. At the thought, Emiko's eyes widened.

She had just woken up, after sex. Her hair was definitely a mess, and she was probably still covered in her own sweat from the night before. She probably had morning breath! Emiko flung herself off of the bed, leg getting trapped in the sheets. She hung off of the bed, fighting vainly to free her trapped limb. In all the fighting, she didn't feel Crowley wake.

He watched her quietly, amusement flickering in his eyes. He didn't know exactly what she was attempting to do, though he could guess she was freaking out over the night before. He expected that; she was a fickle little thing. Of course, you never really knew with Emiko. For all he knew, she could be leaving to make them breakfast, totally forgetting the fact that he doesn't eat.

She would do that.

A chuckle rumbled in his throat, finally alerting Emiko to his waking. She froze, turning her head slowly to glance back at him. He was wearing one of those rare smiles that had no hidden intent. Emiko's cheeks turned rosy, and she bit her lip.

"What are you doing?" He asked playfully. He moved his hand from the sheets to her exposed leg, poking her calf. She jolted, another squeal escaping her mouth. She started to struggle again. She turned away from him with the hopes he wouldn't be able to smell her breath.

"Shower!" She called, her voice several octaves higher than usual. Crowley's smile grew salacious, and he gripped hold of her ankle just as she freed her other leg. She lunged for the door victoriously, only to face plant into the carpet. She groaned in pain. "What was that for?" She whined, pushing up on her arms to glare back at him. His eyes danced with mischief. He cocked his head to the side.

"Were you just going to shower without me?" For a split second, Emiko's face was blank. Then, as his words sunk in, she turned as red as a tomato. Her mouth gaped open, and she tried to form words, but she couldn't think of anything to say. Finally, she decided to turn and try to crawl away. Surprisingly, he let her, dropping her ankle and allowing her to crawl towards his bathroom door. She stumbled to her feet, clutching the wall for support. She turned to send him a heated glare.

"Pervert!" She yelled, and then slammed the door shut behind her. Several seconds went by in silence, Crowley merely watching the door with barely concealed laughter. A few curse words left Emiko's mouth as she moved throughout the bathroom. A few seconds later she stuck her head out of the door. "I need a toothbrush." She mumbled, glancing anywhere but him. "And clothes." She added, at the realization she'd left her dress in the dining room.

Oh god, she'd undressed in front of three vampires, two of which she hated! She was probably seen in nothing but her underwear as they'd moved through the halls. There went her dignity.

"I'll wait here." Crowley responded casually, relaxing back into the bed. Emiko's jaw dropped. He really expected her to just walk out and go get her things? She was naked! She snapped her jaw shut suddenly, scowling at him. Fine, two could play at this game. Swallowing her pride (and sanity), Emiko left the safety of the bathroom, heading towards the bedroom door. She didn't look at Crowley, but his silence was all the answer she needed. He didn't think she would do it.

He was right.

Emiko put her hand on the doorknob, and then glanced back at Crowley. He raised an eyebrow, watching her patiently. Emiko turned the doorknob; no response. She huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms.

"Fine." Emiko said stubbornly, turning to face him fully. She kept a straight face, meeting his gaze with a clear challenge. "I'll just get someone else to satisfy my desires next time." Her words didn't have the desired effect. He merely stared back at her, still smiling that smug grin. He wasn't taking the bait. It was time to up her game. "Mika might be willing. He's kind of stubborn, but even he has desires. I wonder what kind of lover he would be? He's got a lot of pent up anger, I'm sure all that energy would translate well into se-" Crowley was standing in front of her before she could finish her sentence. His expression was pleasant, but his eyes were dangerous. He knew Emiko was trying to manipulate him, but that didn't mean it wasn't working. Mostly because she might actually go after Mika to spite him. He gripped her chin in his hand, forcing her up to face him.

"Emiko." He spoke calmly, patiently. His other hand rested on her hip, kneading her flesh gently.

"Yes?" She asked, voice barely containing her excitement.

"I will kill any man who touches you. Do you understand?" He asked, voice patient but firm. Emiko couldn't help a smile. He was being possessive, and she kind of liked it. It sent a thrill of heat through her body.

"If you ever want to touch me again, you'll be a gentlemen and get dressed and go get me some clothes and a toothbrush." They were stuck at a stalemate. Neither one of them wanted to give in, but Crowley finally decided to pick his battles. As much as he liked the idea of watching her move around his room bare and beautiful, he didn't doubt Emiko would make good on her word, at least for a little while. Besides, she still hadn't said anything about the bite marks marring her flesh, and that was going to be another battle all on its own.

"Fine." He relented, stepping back from her. Her eyes gleamed with triumph, and she moved around him to head back to the bathroom. Then, she stopped. She peeked back over her shoulder at him, a devious look on her face. "If I'm still in the shower when you get back, you can join me." Then she dashed for the door, slamming the bathroom door closed behind her. He shook his head.

"Minx." He muttered under his breath.

…

Chess and Horn wanted details. Very embarrassing, very personal details. The two had kidnapped her the second she'd walked out of his bedroom, carrying her off to hide in Chess' room. They were refusing to let her leave until they were satisfied. Even Horn, the more refined of the two, was asking some pretty personal questions. Honestly, if they were that curious, they should just sleep with him themselves.

Emiko paused. No, actually, they weren't allowed to do that. She might hurt them. Still, she couldn't handle all of these questions! By the the way the two progenitors eyes gleamed, she couldn't help but think it was only going to get worse. Thankfully, Mirai came barging through the door in the nick of time, red eyes blazing with irritation. Her demonic orbs searched the girls before zeroing in on Emiko. The terrifying demon stormed across the room, gripping Emiko's wrist, and then dragging her back towards the door. Chess and Horn protested, but one sharp glare from Mirai shut them up.

"Where are we going?" Emiko asked curiously. Mirai glanced back at Emiko, and then continued on her path. It still shocked her sometimes how the blonde wasn't the least bit frightened by her. Sure, Emiko was aware that Mirai wouldn't actually hurt her, but even before then she hadn't been afraid. She couldn't decide whether it was stupidity, arrogance, or her trusting nature coming into play. Mirai didn't stop until they'd arrived at the gymnasium where Emiko trained. It was empty now, but Emiko did have practice at noon. "What's going on?" Emiko questioned again. Mirai turned to face her.

"You had sex with Crowley last night, didn't you?" The she-demon asked with narrowed eyes. Emiko's blush was the only answer she needed. Not that it surprised Mirai, she had encouraged it even, but it did bring with it complications.

"That-" Emiko started, but Mirai cut her off.

"I don't need the gory details. There is merely something you need to know; Angels aren't like humans, and neither are vampires. You don't love in the same way. Vampires are prone to apathy, so when they love someone, they hold tight. They'll never forget them. Angels are even worse. There is no halfway, every part of your being will feel it. Being away from them will feel like a piece of your soul is missing." Mirai warned the teen gravelly. Emiko frowned.

"It wasn't gory." Emiko objected, completely ignoring everything else Mirai said. "Okay, so there might have been some blood, but biting makes it feel so-" Mirai held up a hand, scowling openly.

"Did you just hear anything I said?" She huffed in annoyance. Emiko's frown deepened, and she nodded reluctantly.

"I heard you." She sighed, brushing her hair out of her face. She ran her hands through the strands, and then began to twirl one around her finger. It was a sure sign that Emiko was thinking deeply on something. "I don't...know exactly how I feel yet." She admitted. "I want him. He makes me feel safe and protected, but also strong. He trusts me to fight my own battles, but he always defends me too. I don't think he loves me either, but...oh, I don't know." Emiko cried out in frustration, yanking on the strands of her hair. Mirai sighed in defeat. Sometimes she forgot the simple things about Emiko, like how she's never cared for anyone romantically.

"He loves you." Mirai spoke calmly, but surely. Emiko snapped her gaze up to meet Mirai's, eyes wide. "He wouldn't protect you the way he does if he didn't. But like I said, it's different for vampires, and I don't know everything that entails. As for you, well, it doesn't surprise me you don't know. I'm just warning you, before you walk a route you might regret." Emiko didn't say anything in response, but she was twirling her hair again. It was good enough for Mirai; as long as Emiko took what she said seriously, she would let her make her own decisions. "I have something for you." Mirai spoke up once more, catching Emiko's attention again.

"Something for me?" She echoed. She looked confused, but slowly it set in that Mirai meant a gift. The blue of her eyes shined, and she began to bounce on the balls of her feet. "What is it, what is it?" She asked eagerly. Mirai rolled her eyes.

"Technically, it's not really a gift. It's already yours, I'm just going to show you how to summon it." Mirai explained, and Emiko started to look confused again. Mirai motioned towards the mats left out from their last sparring practice. Emiko moved to stand on them obediently, but continued to look at Mirai curiously. Mirai followed, standing opposite of Emiko. "This is going to take tapping into your hidden power. It might come as a shock to your body." Mirai explained. Emiko made a face, scrunching up her nose. Since regaining her memories, she had remembered the very basics of her power that she previously had. Rarely did these powers have any use against vampires or humans. Before, Emiko had learned she had a limited control over the horsemen. She could freeze them in place, and incinerate them with the touch of a finger. This was, unfortunately, a skill she couldn't use on anything else. While here, she had used some of this power on vampires, but only when she was not in control of herself. She had no idea how to harness this power on her own.

"I don't know…" Emi trailed off, looking back at the demon apprehensively. Mirai didn't respond, and instead held out her hand. Emiko looked at her nervously, biting her lip. Finally, she placed her hand in Mirai's. Mirai took hold of Emiko's hand, turning her palm face-up. She ran her nail over the lines of Emiko's hand.

"You see the lines?" Mirai asked. Emiko nodded. "Imagine these lines running through every part of your body. These lines are pipelines, filled with endless power just waiting to be tapped into. Unfortunately, tapping into these reserves of power is difficult, especially when you weren't born with the power. Fortunately, what I'm about to teach you requires less tap and more flow." She explained. Emiko gave her a strange look.

"Are you sure you're not making a sex joke?" She asked dubiously. Mirai couldn't help; she whacked the back of Emiko's head. Emiko yelped, gripping hold of her head and taking a step away from Mirai. "What was that for?" She demanded.

"For being an idiot." Mirai retorted. "Listen. It's the same with every person, human or otherwise. Yours is just different because it contains magic. Now, look at your palm again." Mirai ordered. Emiko scowled but did as she was instructed. Mirai placed her finger in the center of Emiko's palm. "This spot is where one of these tubes of energy end. It's the easiest place to release the power. All you need is a tiny crack in its outer layer to reach the power inside."

"How do I do that?" Now, Emiko was paying attention. Mirai smirked.

"Something you're not good at." Emiko blinked. Mirai's smirk grew. "Focus." Emiko scowled in annoyance, narrowing her eyes at Mirai. She could too focus! When she wanted too… Sometimes… "Close your eyes." Mirai ordered. Begrudgingly, Emiko did as she said. "Imagine the gentle motions of water." Emiko scrunched up her brows; she still wasn't completely convinced Mirai was messing with her, but she didn't feel like questioning her and getting hit again. So, Emiko thought about the gentle waves of the ocean. The pulling and pushing of the tide late at night, the smell of the salt in the air, her feet digging into the sand… Emiko's eyes snapped open wide.

"I totally forgot!" Emiko screamed, turning and bolting towards the door.

"Emiko!" Mirai called, but it was no use. Emiko was out the door and racing down the hall at top speed. "Damn idiot." Mirai cursed.

…

Emiko arrived at Sanguinem in record time. She moved through the streets at a quick pace, ignoring the curious looks sent her way. Finally, she made her way to Krul's mansion. She moved to open the door, but the doorknob turned at the last minute. Surprised, Emiko took a step back. Out walked a tall youthful man, but one look at his face made Emiko realize how ancient he was. He was handsome, with olive skin and light hair. He had the normal red eyes, pointed ears, and fangs of a vampire, but his eyes spoke volumes to Emiko. They were cold and apathetic, but they narrowed at the sight of her. Emiko cocked her head to the side curiously. Despite the ancient power radiating off of him, she didn't feel frightened of him. Instead, she felt like she knew him.

"Krul's human." He said smoothly, calmly. When most vampires referred to Emiko, they spoke with a tinge of disgust in their voice, as if she were revolting. Instead, he was merely making a statement. Emiko hummed in thought. She'd never had that response before, not even from Krul, who referred to her with disdain at their first meeting.

"Emiko." She corrected politely. "You are?" She asked. He didn't speak for the longest time, and merely continued to stare at her with an almost perplexed look; like she was an equation he just couldn't quite solve.

"Urd Geales." He said simply. Emiko pursed her lips, fighting a smile. Finally, she couldn't help her giggle.

"Why do all vampires have such weird names?" She spoke, mostly to herself. His gaze softened slightly at her question, carrying the same amused glint she got from most vampires.

"Most of us are very old." He answered her, his voice lighter than before. She giggled again. She liked this vampire.

"You're pretty powerful, aren't you? Which country do you rule?" Urd only continued to look more amused.

"Are you aware that you smell like the thirteenth Progenitor, Crowley Eusford?" He asked lightly, speaking as if he already knew the answer. Emiko froze in place, the blood rushing to her cheeks as humiliation began to set in.

"Dammit," Emiko whined, smacking her forehead. "I took a shower, I don't understand! Krul is gonna kill me! Maybe literally! Well, no, not literally. She adores me. But, still! Why does this happen to me? Do you know how many times I've almost died in the past year?" Emiko stopped abruptly, staring at Urd as if she expected an answer. A split second later, she was ranting again. "I don't know either, it's that many times! It's ridiculous! And now, I just want to be able to walk around without everyone knowing i've done the dirty dammit! Fucking vampires senses, honestly!" She huffed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. All the while, Urd merely watched, his lips hiding the slightest of tilts.

"Urd Geales, is my pet bothering you?" Emiko froze up at the sound of Krul's cool tone.

Uh oh.

Emiko glanced behind Urd, finding the short vampire queen staring daggers at Emiko. It became clear to Emiko at that moment that perhaps she shouldn't start conversations with powerful vampires she didn't know. Urd's expression turned cold once more at the sound of Krul's voice.

"Not at all," He said coolly, not removing his eyes from Emiko. The look he was giving off made Emiko step back. She knew the darker energy wasn't aimed at her, but it was still frightening. He immediately noticed Emiko's sudden trepidation, and softened his gaze. "I find her charming." Emiko couldn't help but grin smugly. Finally, a progenitor with some sense. Krul didn't seem to feel the same. Her scowl deepened, and she looked at Emiko as if the very apocalypse was her fault.

"She is." Krul agreed coldly. Emiko looked between the two terrifying progenitors, unsure if she should run. Getting in the middle of a vampire fight? Not the best idea, even she knew that. Emiko bounced from foot to foot, waiting for the fight to break. The silence became stifling, and finally Emiko had to speak up.

"I'm also funny," She blurted out. More silence followed. Emiko wrung her hands, her bounding growing more erratic. "And sassy. I'm a prodigy at fighting and fashion and music and-"

"Emi." Krul spoke calmly, but the tinge of annoyance in her voice did not go unnoticed to Urd or Emiko. "Is there a point you were getting to?" She asked impatiently. Emiko smacked her lips nervously. She glanced between Urd and Krul several times. Finally, she decided honesty might be her best option.

"You're both just kind of scary. You know I babble when I'm nervous. Honestly, if you two are going to fight can I just hide first?" Somehow, that seemed to be the right thing to say. The dark aura surrounding both of them seemed to relax. Krul sighed in exasperation, whereas Urd regained that amused quirk in his lips. Urd glanced back at Krul.

"I need to return to Russia, but I believe I will visit again soon." He turned to glance back at Emiko. He took a few steps forward, stopping directly in front of the girl. He reached out a gloved hand, picking up a piece of her hair and wrapping it around a finger. He gave the hair a thoughtful look. Emiko could only stand and stare, holding her breath. She hadn't expected that from Urd, and though she liked him, it still set her on edge. He flicked his gaze up to hers, and gave her the faintest of smiles. "It was nice to meet you, Emiko. Perhaps next time I return you will show me your musical abilities?" He asked. Emiko gave a nervous smile, and nodded. In truth, Emiko had no interest in playing any instruments, but she wasn't about to refuse the king of Russia. Even she wasn't that stupid. He let go of her hair and walked passed her, leaving Krul's manor without another word.

Emiko could feel the dark power of Krul's glare. Slowly, Emiko turned to face the tiny queen's wrath. Krul's eyes were narrowed to slits, the impatient tapping of her foot setting Emiko even further on edge. Emiko laughed, running a nervous hand through her hair. "So, i'm just going to take this moment to remind you that I am much more useful alive." Her teasing words seemed to have no effect, Kruls' face remaining unchanged. Emiko laughed again, and then turned and ran. Emiko didn't get three steps, before she was tackled to the ground. She fell to the harsh stone with a cry, the surprisingly heavy vampire queen landing on top of her. The air burst out of Emiko's lungs, leaving her gasping for breath.

"Let me get this straight," Krul said above, sounding surprisingly calm. "You insult the ninth progenitor, sleep with Crowley, and then somehow manage to also gain the interest of another dangerous enemy. Is that correct?" There was a hum to Krul's voice that could turn to a growl in seconds. Emi fought for air, finally regaining the ability to speak. She took a few more seconds to respond.

"Yep, that's about right." She realized the second she spoke that she should've just kept quiet. Krul was silent for several long minutes, all the while sitting on top of Emiko.

"How was it?" The queen asked nonchalantly. Emiko turned red, and not from lack of oxygen.

"Why does everyone keep asking that?" She cried out angrily, wriggling to get free of Krul. Krul didn't let up, and instead smacked the back of Emiko's head as a warning. Emiko stopped moving.

"Why did you come all the way here?" Krul asked, sounding bored now. Emiko pouted. She didn't like her questions being ignored, but she would let it go for now, considering she was currently being sat on by a dangerous vampire queen. Also, Emiko's intentions for running all the way to Sanguinem suddenly returned to her.

"I want to go on a vacation!" She chirped, twisting her head around to look up at Krul. Krul stared back down at the human girl with a mixture of surprise and contempt. Emiko pouted instantly at the look. "I deserve it," She insisted. , giving Krul a stubborn look. "I almost died not too long ago, and you made me deal with Svetlame." Krul continued to give a look that made Emiko think she was going to refuse.

"Who all will go on this vacation?" Krul asked instead, surprising her. Emiko perked up instantly.

"Well Crowley, Chess, and Horn, obviously. Mika should come too, and Lacus and Rene! Mirai as well!" The blonde chirped, counting off on her fingers the entire group. Unbeknownst to Emiko, Krul's frown deepened. Krul wasn't necessarily disinclined to give Emiko a vacation, she just didn't like the idea of Emiko going far. Ferid's recently been dropping subtle threats against her, and Emiko was her trump card. As much as it burned Krul, she had a sneaking suspicion that Ferid had a good idea of what Emiko could be. The fortunate side was he would be much less likely to pull anything while Krul had Emiko with her.

There was the bond between Emiko and Crowley, though. Krul hadn't believed the two would actually get involved, though she had hoped. She was surprised with how drawn they were to each other. Sure, Krul knew Crowley would be interested in Emiko, but she didn't believe he'd develop feelings for her. Except, he had, and Emiko had developed feelings too. Not ideal, but there was nothing to be done now but hope things would turn out in her favor. This little vacation could bring them closer, wrap Crowley further around Emiko's finger.

Krul sighed, standing up off of the smothered girl. Emiko took a deep breath of air, refilling her deprived lungs. She sat up, looking up at Krul with pleading eyes. Krul rolled her eyes, and then begrudgingly nodded. She would have to take a risk, if things were going to fall in her favor.

"Fine. Set up the vacation in two weeks time. I want your plan by tomorrow."

Emiko squealed in joy.

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Fun fact:

Emiko is never yelled at, which is one of the reasons she cries when people do yell at her. This is a similarity between me and Emiko. We could be having a very heated argument, but the second someones raises their voice, I get teary-eyed. Yes, it is very annoying.