AN: Okay, I know this is two posts in one weekend, but I felt guilty for leaving the last chapter when I did! I ended up choosing a cutoff that seemed like a transitional moment, but that also means the last chapter was heavy as hell. I've never felt bad for a cliffhanger before, but this was less of a cliffhanger and more like I dropped them off a cliff onto a bed of spikes. On the upside, I was already done writing most of this part (because I LOVE this part). So here is some catharsis so that nobody will feel sad and/or murder me in my sleep! ^o^

Part 52: Link

"Officer Hiwatari, sorry to bother you so late. It's about your associate, Krad."

There were only two reasons Satoshi could imagine the police calling him about Krad. Either Krad was hurt, or someone else was. He couldn't quite form the words to make himself reply. "Y...es?"

"He's been involved in a traffic collision on highway 240. We have him here on site. He's unconscious."

The coffee cup landed, forgotten, on the rug next to Satoshi's feet. Its contents spilled across the floor. "Unconscious?" he demanded.

"The EMTs are trying to assess his condition. To be honest, we're not sure what to do for him."

Satoshi sat on the arm of his sofa to prevent himself from falling. Krad was unconscious, surrounded by strangers. The thought made him sick. He hated his next question, but he had to ask it. "Has he hurt anyone?"

The voice on the other end sounded confused. "No, he saved three people's lives. If he hadn't intervened, the explosion alone would have certainly…"

Satoshi didn't hear the end of the sentence. His brain had stopped at "explosion".

"Tell me where you are. I'm on my way now." He waited for the coordinates. In a matter of seconds, he grabbed his keys, flew down the stairs of his building, and burst out running for the police station. He was breathless when he got there and crossed paths with Kouga in the parking lot.

"Commander, what are you...?"

The bluenette didn't even have time to correct him for addressing him with his old title. "I need to borrow a cruiser," Satoshi muttered, letting himself into the key closet and emerging with the appropriate chain.

"Do you need backup?" his former direct report stammered, jogging after him.

"Just me. Thanks, Kouga," Satoshi wheezed to catch his breath as he fastened on a helmet. He climbed onto the bike, pumped the gas, and glanced back at his kouhai.

The young officer looked at his normally calm and collected Commander. "Something's wrong," he observed.

Satoshi felt a bit touched by his colleague's easy read of his emotions. "Krad's down," he whispered, and kicked the cruiser into gear. He peeled out of the lot in a roar.

ooooOooooOooooOoooo

"He's waking up."

Krad opened his eyes blearily at the voice so close to his head. The night sky stretched above him, diluted by the flashing lights of emergency vehicles parked around the crash site. Helicopters roared overhead… helicopters plural. He was lying on something soft, not the pavement he last remembered. Someone was with him, standing just behind his line of sight.

"Thank god," whoever was with him sighed. "Max, he's come to."

His brain felt clearer, but his back hurt. He twisted sideways to try to test it, and realized there was an IV in his arm. Krad looked down at himself. He'd been lying unconscious in this crazy setting? He was incredibly vulnerable like this.

Krad took a deep breath, and started to sit up. A hand touched his shoulder and stopped him. "Easy, there. We'll get you up in just a minute," a male voice said. Krad glanced back at the source. An emergency tech stepped up so Krad could see him without twisting. The man's face was young, the type of face that was accustomed to smiling. It wasn't smiling right now. "I'm Max. I'm just going to ask you some questions. Do you know your name?"

He swallowed against a dry throat and muttered, "Krad."

"Krad, do you remember where you are?"

Krad stared at him and nodded, slowly.

"How do you feel. Do you hurt anywhere?"

Krad ignored his question. His eyes kept flashing around the scene. The last time he'd been in the presence of this many flashing lights had been during the countermeasures for one of Dark's heists. There were a lot of plainclothes and uniformed authorities circulating the area, and Krad could see two other ambulances nearby, but he didn't spot any of the humans from the accident.

"They're alive," Max said, as if reading his thoughts. "Thanks to you."

A shiver went down the angel's spine. He shouldn't have gotten involved in this. He was supposed to be back by now. The memory of how late he'd already been when this all started sent renewed alarm through him. Would they try to stop him if he left? Did he have enough strength to make it home?

"What time is it?" he asked suddenly.

"It's three AM."

He stared at the man. Shit. "I have to go," Krad said, moving to stand.

"Wait!" Max's hand touched his shoulder and stopped him much too easily.

He wasn't strong enough to push back, and it bothered him. "Release me," Krad ordered. His cool tone didn't match the panicked thrust to his pulse.

"No one's saying you're a prisoner, but you've been unconscious. You could be in shock. Please be patient. We've contacted your handler."

"What?" Krad stared at him more carefully now. The words started to sink in. They'd called Satoshi?

Max kept pressure on the blonde's shoulder, even though Krad had stopped struggling for the moment. "Officer Hiwatari should be here soon. Please, try to rest until then."

Satoshi was coming here? The sudden relief made him feel sick. How humiliating. Was he really coming? The blonde tried not to ask like it was important to him, but the question escaped him like a plea. "When?"

The tech smiled at him then. Shit, he'd noticed. "We'll let you know as soon as he arrives. In the meantime, we need to get you prepped to leave for the hospital."

"Hospital?" Krad blurted.

"Of course. After what you went through, you need to be checked out.

No. No tests. No more. "I'd rather not." Understatement of the year.

Max frowned. "You lifted a truck. Do you have any idea how much stress that puts on your bones and organs, and…..wings, doing something like that?"

"My bones and organs feel fine," Krad lied.

Max slipped into a doctoral tone that was well accustomed to dealing with unruly patients. "Fine or not, for your own safety, I have to insist that you stay put until we're sure you're stable. We'll release you as soon as we can. Try your best to relax."

Krad shuddered. He didn't want to be touched. He didn't want to be here. But if I fight him… he didn't want to hurt these humans, and it surprised him to realize that Satoshi's warning wasn't the reason. He actually didn't want to hurt these humans. How odd. They certainly deserved it for attempting to order him around.

They're trying to help me. They even reached out to Satoshi. Calm down. Don't attack. Talk to them normally.

His back was killing him. "I'm sitting up. That's all," Krad muttered. He twisted an arm behind him and began pushing himself upright.

"Sir, I need you to stay still!" Max pressed a hand to his chest, and Krad fell back to the gurney like a pinned dragonfly. The nerves in his back and wings lit up. The angel gave a sharp cry and winced into the table.

"Sorry!" Max immediately took his hands from Krad's chest. "Did that hurt you? So you really are injured..."

"Don't touch me," the angel growled shakily. He was aware of how bad it probably looked. He just needed a minute to recover.

"Get the hell off of him!" a cold voice demanded.

The angel and his caretaker both turned toward the source. Krad's stomach flipped. Satoshi was standing a few feet away at the edge of the police tape, looking out of breath and angry. Before the tech could think of a response, let alone remove his hand from the angel, Satoshi was under the tape and marching toward them. Krad watched slack-jawed as his wing host closed the remaining distance and went straight into the tech's personal space, forcing him to step back from his patient.

oooOoooOoooOooo

The accident was a good half hour away without traffic. Satoshi made it in twenty minutes. The chorus of flashing lights, handheld radio chatter, and low-flying helicopters greeted him as he reached the scene. Three ambulances were there, although one looked like it was getting ready to move out with whoever it was carrying. A blackened sedan was crumpled at the side of the road, generously covered in fire-retardant foam. Most unsettling was the ruined tractor trailer that lay at an impossible angle amidst the emergency vehicles like some kind of slain dinosaur.

One of the police closest to him noticed his headlights and jogged over to him. "Officer Hiwatari?" he greeted. "Thanks for coming out on such short notice.

Satoshi struggled to keep his impatience in check. "Thanks," he offered with such forced calm that it probably merited an Oscar. Shut up, where is he?

The man disappeared into the maze of tape and lights for a minute before coming back out to retrieve him. "This way," he guided the impatient bluenette over to the ambulance closest to the cliff-edge of the road. They stepped around a vehicle, and Satoshi saw him.

There was something unbelievable about the sight of the angel on a gurney. Krad was lying down in front of all these strangers? Was he too hurt to stand, then? It looked like he was hooked up to an IV. Anxiety pierced at his lungs. Just the thought of anyone breaking his skin, even to heal him, made him want to crush something.

Krad moved to sit up, and The EMT standing over him pushed him back to the table. Krad practically screamed. The bastard was hurting him. The cold lump in the bottom of Satoshi's stomach froze its way up his spine.

"Get the hell off of him!" he roared. He ducked the police tape and threw himself into the EMT's personal space, forcing the man to take a step away from the gurney. "What the hell is going on?"

The angel jerked his head toward them and half-rose. The movement made him wince like his back had gone out.

"Slowly!" the EMT who'd been watching over him gasped, reaching behind Satoshi to try to catch one of Krad's shoulders.

Satoshi's rage sliced through his self control like a sheet of ice. He caught Max's wrist and clenched it hard enough to cut off circulation. "Don't touch him," Satoshi growled, squeezing down hard.

"Officer Hiwatari?" the tech squirmed in the other man's painful grip. "He's trying to leave, and he's in no condition to move-"

Satoshi looked back towards Krad, who legitimately didn't look well. He probably really would be better off with medical care for right now. But nothing was worth seeing that trapped expression in his eyes. "If he wants to leave, he's leaving," Satoshi said coldly. He released the man's arm. "What does he have to sign?"

"Officer Hiwatari,-" Max began to argue.

"Does he know his name and where he is?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then your patient is lucid and has declined treatment. Bring whatever we have to sign and get your shit out of him before I charge you with kidnapping." That drew the tech into startled silence.

"There's a form," the second tech said worriedly, earning a glare from Max.

"Get it now." Satoshi's "Commander Hiwatari" voice got their attention. Max sighed and scuttled off for paperwork, while Krad stared at his wing host like he'd grown another head. The blonde clearly had not expected his support.

"Krad, what happened? Are you okay?" Satoshi's eyes roved over him, looking for injuries. The angel sat up straight, but the muscles around his eyes were taut with discomfort. A fresh wave of anger frothed inside the bluenette. Satoshi lifted his hand as if to touch his shoulder and let it hang there impotently. "Your phone has been off."

Krad stared at him. The glow in his gaze flickered, unstable. "The screen will not wake," he offered numbly. He produced the phone from his pocket.

Satoshi inspected the device briefly, and couldn't say he was surprised. "You have to charge this, Krad, or it won't work," he said softly.

Krad shook his head. "I don't know what that means," he muttered. Resignation clouded his expression. It made Satoshi feel sorry for even bringing it up.

"I'll teach you when we get home," he said gently.

Max's assistant stepped forward and reached for Krad's hand slowly. Satoshi's gaze switched from tender to fierce in an instant. The tech seemed more wary of Satoshi's sudden razor glare than he was of the blonde as he began gingerly removing the IV bandage from his hand. Satoshi was surprised to notice that Krad's eyes were not on the stranger messing with his veins, but on him.

The tech managed to clear and bandage Krad's hand without the blue-haired police officer killing him, but it sure looked like he wanted to. Then he stepped back to a safe distance from the gurney. Satoshi stood protectively close to the blonde, scowling. He didn't care what any of it looked like to anyone else. No one else was touching the angel.

"Satoshi-sama," Krad finally attempted to break the silence between them.

Satoshi took a deep breath and met Krad's gaze. Anxiety that only Satoshi would know to look for was there, carefully camouflaged by the neon hue of the angel's irises. The bluenette didn't need a soul link to know how the angel felt about being held against his will, and the memories it called up. This hadn't been a good experience for him, and yet he still hadn't hurt anyone.

Satoshi stared into those yellow eyes, and his anger found a new target: himself. "Did you let them hold you here because I told you not to fight?" he whispered.

Krad's nose wrinkled in confusion at the question. "Partly."

The bluenette nodded, feeling sick. "I never felt you get hurt...you were in this much trouble and you never contacted me...because I told you to withhold the link?"

Krad raised his chin, scanning for traps. "Partly."

He swallowed tightly. "Why did you save those people tonight?"

The angel's cheeks grew dark. He looked away. "I have no idea."

Satoshi felt himself shaking. He loved him. He loved him so much he could scream.

The ambulance door slammed, and Max walked back to them with a clipboard. The bluenette inspected it and then handed the release form to Krad. The angel signed without reading it, an expression of trust that made Satoshi oddly thrilled.

When it was done, he took stock of the angel, who wasn't quite meeting his eyes. "Can you stand? Are you strong enough to ride a motorcycle?"

Krad's expression was hard to read, but he said "Yes."

It seemed like he wasn't really sure of his strength, and Satoshi didn't want to push him, especially past the chaos he'd come through to get in. "Wait here, just a minute. I'll bring the bike around."

Satoshi didn't like leaving him there. He wove through the hectic scene, outside the tape line, where his bike was parked at the side of the road. He sped around the edge of the police activity, ignoring a reporter who had somehow gotten to the scene through the gridlocked traffic. He parked just outside the tape, behind the ambulance, and ducked back in to get Krad.

The angel was already standing. He gave Max a wide berth, meeting no one's gaze as he walked to Satoshi. The bluenette led the way back to the cruiser, and then turned to face him.

"We're a long way from home. How did you get all the way out here?"

"I was flying back, from Osaka."

Satoshi had been about to strap his helmet on, but now he turned to stare at the angel. The blonde looked dead serious. Fresh worry washed through Satoshi's eyes. "Osaka? Are you insane? Krad, how long were you flying?"

The angel faltered. "I don't know. It didn't take that long on the way there." He frowned at the train tracks that ran alongside the road.

Satoshi glanced down at the railway, and a creeping suspicion started in him. Had he been following that back? "That line's a bullet train, Krad! Nothing can fly that fast!"

The blonde froze a second, waiting for the words to mean something to him, and then shook his head. A pale hand pinched the space between his eyes as if he had a migraine. "Satoshi, I don't know what that is."

That flat, final tone made Satoshi's hairs stand on end. Krad looked so tired, and so lost. How many hours had the angel been flying trying to get home? What if no one had called in the crash? Krad had gone through all of this without so much as one mental update to his own wing host, all because the link was forbidden to him. The thought of Krad lying burnt-out or injured on the side of the road set off hot flares in Satoshi belly.

He was doing this wrong. Something about the way he was dealing with Krad was horribly wrong, and he was beginning to realize it. Satoshi swallowed hard, overwhelmed with the impulse to touch the angel and steady him. Or was it himself he needed to steady? He took a step in toward the blonde, and noticed all of the angel's muscles tighten.

Another step, and Krad averted his gaze. His eyes closed expectantly.

Satoshi realized what the angel expected to happen next. His heart wrenched. No…

"I'm not going to hit you," he barely whispered. "Krad!"

Gold eyes slowly opened, but didn't look at him.

"Krad," Satoshi's voice broke. He could feel the tears coming hot behind his eyes, and hated that he couldn't stop them. He'd become someone Krad couldn't share his pain or struggles with. Even worse, the angel would obviously sooner expect a strike from him than an embrace. Satoshi had isolated him, emotionally and physically. The bluenette closed the last step between them and pressed his head to Krad's chest.

Krad's muscles tightened a little at the contact, but he remained still. Not touching Satoshi back, just as he'd promised. What a horrible thing to let someone promise. "I'm sorry," Satoshi whispered through a swelling throat. "I know I haven't been fair. You've made every compromise, and I haven't helped you. I was an asshole at the cafe this morning. I thought, when you didn't come home, that maybe you'd chosen to leave. Then I got the call...that you were hurt…"

The angel stood very still, which was a relief, because Satoshi couldn't make the tears stop, and pressing himself against the blonde was the only way to protect him from seeing it. *Please don't give up on me,* he croaked between their minds.

A few moments later, a sheltering arm wrapped around his back. The other cupped over the base of his neck. Krad's touch was warm and solid. Satoshi leaned into him and drew a sobbing breath. The blonde was actually offering him comfort, even in a situation like this. It made Satoshi feel terribly selfish and wild with happiness at once. Get yourself together. You've found him. You should be taking care of him in this situation, not the reverse, he scolded himself.

"It's too late to go all the way back. Let's find a hotel," he finally said. Satoshi noticed that the blonde's hands withdrew immediately when he shifted his weight to turn toward the bike. Krad was being extremely cautious. "Are you really okay to ride?"

Krad glanced at the cruiser, and didn't give an answer. When he finally nodded, Satoshi suspected he had forced himself.

Satoshi swallowed hard, took a deep breath and composed himself. "Wear a helmet, okay?" He handed the headgear to the angel. "The clip goes under your chin. It works just like when you got me out of the kevlar."

Krad accepted the instructions quietly. By the time he accomplished his task, Satoshi was mounted with the engine running. The bluenette tightened his grip on the handlebars as he felt Krad's weight settle behind him.

The ergonomics of riding double with Krad suddenly hit home. "Hold on to me, okay?" he asked the angel as casually as he could. He could only imagine the blonde's expression, because he wasn't about to turn and face him at that moment.

After a moment, Krad's large hand closed lightly over his shoulder. Satoshi smiled. "Sorry, Krad. That won't be secure. Like this," he gently took his hand by the wrist, and reached behind him for the angel's other arm. Blushing riotously, Satoshi pulled Krad's arms around his waist and locked the blonde's hands together over his stomach. The bluenette could feel every ligament in Krad's arms trying to figure out how to hold such an intimate position without offending his wing host.

*That's fine, Krad. Hold on to me all you want,* Satoshi murmured into their link.

He thought he felt Krad's muscles shift around him. It was as if the small mental connection had let some pressure out of an overfull tire. Krad's warm chest leaned gently against his back. Satoshi's pulse crashed inside him. The bluenette ran his fingers gently across the back of one of Krad's hands. He closed his eyes and sent his approval through the link. *If you want me to slow down or if you have any problems, use the link so I can hear you over the wind.*

A moment later, Krad rested his forehead on the boy's shoulder, blonde hair warming the side of his neck. Satoshi's heart leapt out of his chest, but for once, he didn't try to stop the feeling. Krad was behind him, holding and trusting him. He took the handlebars and put the bike into gear.

Satoshi drove as gently as possible, since he wasn't sure how much strength the blonde had left, and paid close attention to Krad's grip across his stomach to be sure it didn't loosen. He routed toward a hotel a few miles up the road. The angel didn't use the link once during their journey. Satoshi had kind of hoped he would, even if just for something small. He realized, upon some thought, that he hadn't felt Krad's link since the night he came back to life. That day, the angel had been a mess, emotions and nightmares throwing his thoughts out of control. After that, the rules had kept their minds separate. Now, though, Satoshi found himself wishing he knew what the blonde was feeling.

oOoOoOoOo

The bluenette took a deep breath, and turned off the engine. He was torn between relief that they'd made it without Krad falling off, and disappointment, because Krad's warm arms no longer needed to be wrapped around his waist. The boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he dismounted. He wanted so much to know if the blonde was alright.

Satoshi took his time removing his helmet to give himself time to think. He wanted to plan his questions carefully, to be sure he didn't come across wrong. Satoshi exhaled slowly. He still hadn't chosen his words as he turned to face the angel.

All his questions fled his mind. "Krad!" he breathed. "Your wings…"

Krad pulled his helmet free and looked over his shoulder somewhat sickly. His shirt hung smooth across a normal human back. "I dismissed them," he stated.

"During the ride?" Satoshi murmured. Worry tightened his chest. He hadn't even felt it. Maybe Dark did this all the time just to blend in, but the bluenette had never seen Krad banish his own wings.

The blonde closed his eyes as he muttered, "They were in the way."

Satoshi stared. He thought back to the way Krad had winced when he moved his back earlier. "You mean they're hurt."

"I can't feel them right now." The blonde turned and started toward the front entrance of the hotel. Satoshi followed slowly after him. Krad's blonde hair was a wind-torn mess down his wingless back.

A half hour later, they swiped into a small hotel room with a single queen-sized bed. The place was sold out of double occupancy rooms, so this was their best option. Satoshi dropped his keys on the dresser and dropped to a seat on the bed. Krad quietly explored the rented space, peering into the bathroom, closet, and several drawers before he seemed satisfied with his search.

"Guess this is your first hotel, huh?" Satoshi noted.

"Yes." Krad went to the window and peered at the electric-lit suburbs around them. He straightened and took a step back, accidentally backing into the high-backed chair that sat at the corner desk. The seemingly light impact provoked a sharp gasp from the blond. Krad caught and held his breath, shaking off a wince.

Satoshi looked on with growing concern. "I can't even imagine how sore your back must be."

The angel looked like he was about to write off his wing host's observation, but he stared in the mirror instead. "Do I look like a human to you?"

The angel's sore back had taken some of the preternatural grace out of his posture, and it was true that he lacked wings right now. "Perhaps, if someone wasn't paying any attention, you would pass for one," Satoshi mused. "Assuming someone could even do that."

Krad looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "Do what?"

"Not pay attention to you," Satoshi blushed.

Krad turned to look at him with a quiet stare. He turned away from the mirror and walked to where Satoshi was standing.

They stood face to face, inches apart. Krad lifted his hand and paused just beside his cheek, watching his wing host closely.

Satoshi stared at him and tilted his face to the blonde's hand. Once the connection was there, Krad curved his fingers lightly against the contours of Satoshi's profile. The blonde's thumb brushed feather-light along his cheek.

"I'm about to kiss you," Krad warned him, quietly.

Satoshi's breath fluttered. "Good."

Krad kissed him. The slow heat of the blonde's mouth pulled a low sound from the wing host's throat. Krad's kiss was soft and endless like warm summer rain. Satoshi's hand floated to the back of the angel's neck and pulled him in deeper.

Just like that, the walls were crumbled, the rule forgotten. Krad drank him in deep, slow draughts. Satoshi's hands rose to frame his face. The angel's chest hitched, pleasure twining into his thickening breath. It drove Satoshi crazy.

When the blonde finally withdrew, Satoshi nearly pursued him. He licked his tingling lips and tried to catch his breath. Krad looked down at him with such overt tenderness that Satoshi felt his eyes well with tears. He'd never known Krad could make that kind of expression. They froze like that, staring at each other.

Then Krad's stomach growled.

Satoshi threw a hand across his mouth and tried not to laugh.

Krad cast Satoshi a cross look and drew an arm across his middle like that would shut it up. He sighed. "I haven't eaten since the cafe."

"What?!" Satoshi looked him over suddenly. He should have thought of food sooner. "I'm sorry. Especially after everything you did, you must be running on empty. Room service will take too long." He walked to the mini-fridge next to the dresser and pulled it open. There was a bowl of instant noodles, some mixed nuts, and a variety of candies and beers in the fridge. "Can you use these for tonight? It's garbage, but at least you'll be able to sleep."

Krad nodded. "I don't care what it is, at this point," he admitted. Satoshi assumed that meant he really was starving. The blonde consumed almost everything but the beer. His stomach was going to be very confused.

"Steadier now?" Satoshi asked.

"Yeah." Now that he'd gotten the hunger under control, he looked like he might fall asleep on his feet.

"Let's get to bed, then." Satoshi excused himself to the bathroom to rinse his face off. Neither he nor Krad had a change of clothes with them, so they would have to make do tonight. When he came back into the room, Krad was arranging the chair and ottoman into a makeshift row.

Satoshi stopped in his tracks. "Krad, sleep with me," he blurted. When his brain caught up to his mouth, he blushed. Krad seemed equally shocked by his plea. Satoshi shook it off. "You're hurt. Let's just both use the bed."

The angel abandoned his task and walked slowly to the bedside opposite Satoshi. "Over or under?" he offered the choice to his wing host.

"Under for both of us?" Satoshi asked carefully. He didn't want to push Krad past his comfort zone, but he was also done with pretending about what he wanted and imposing all these tests and boundaries. His boundaries could have gotten the angel killed tonight, and Krad was still here, acting tender toward him.

Krad didn't seem to know what to say to that. He pulled the blankets aside slowly and lay down on his side, facing away from Satoshi's edge of the bed. Satoshi waited for him to get settled, and flipped off the lights. The bluenette lay on his back and pulled the sheets over them both. The room was silent except their breath, and Satoshi was afraid Krad would hear his pulse racing. So what if he did?

He glanced over at Krad's wingless silhouette in the dark room. He could feel the angel's body heat warming the air and blankets between them. It was a pale imitation compared to what it would be to really touch him. He deliberated a few minutes more. This just wasn't enough. He took a deep breath, and rolled to his side. He slid his arm around Krad's waist. When Krad didn't push him off, he swallowed his nerves and inched forward until he was curled up against the angel's warm back.

*Is this okay?* he whispered into the link.

He waited in the silence between them. Krad had waited weeks for him to accept the link. Maybe it would take some time now for the angel to accept him back.

Something familiar shifted inside his soul, a deadbolt being slid free. Krad's happiness radiated gently through the link. It filled Satoshi like oxygen, like the harmony of an orchestra perfectly in tune. A silent message from Krad's soul to his.

Satoshi curled his fingers in the fabric of Krad's shirt and listened while the angel's breathing finally slowed into the shallow rhythm of sleep.

oOoOoOoOo

To be continued...