"You know, I didn't know what to think at first. I thought Tripitaka was kind of crazy for letting you stay, but I think your a good new addition to the team. You know, growing up I had no one really." Sandy smiled as she patted Font's leg. She was seated on a stool by his bedside, chattering on for a while now.

"But now we're all a family and even if you have a hard time with your feelings, you're a part of that family now too," Sandy said tenderly at the demon before frowning. His face looked eerie with his gray eyes wide open. They had of course tried to close them, but they would only pop back open.

"Please feel better soon." She muttered as she got up and left the room, going to get Pigsy.

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"When I woke up and all the herbs were organized, I knew you just have to be a food connoisseur of sorts. The others don't even know what cardamon is," Pigsy said, sitting back in a chair as he looked the demon over.

"I was worried when you and Sandy were fighting, but I'll hand it to you, that was pretty funny," He added.

"I mean, if the girls like you, I guess you're alright." He settled on saying.

"When you get up, we plan to get going, but... I'm making a special dish so we can all eat first, you have to try it. I think you'll like it." Pigsy smiled at the demon before nodding and standing up, shuffling out of the room. He had spent three hours watching the demon and it didn't feel right to just silently leave. Even Sandy had said she tried talking to him. Pigsy felt rather awful, he knew that they hadn't treated the demon all that great. Things would be different though, things would get better. They had to. He frowned as he thought of it all.

He knew some demons weren't all that bad, they could definitely be evil over time, but couldn't humans and gods become so as well? He had never expected demons to go after other demons. He couldn't help wondering if The Font Demon being under Tripitaka's control had something to do with it. He knew that as long as Font was a part of their group now, he was different than before.

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"This is all my fault! I'm so stupid!" Tripitaka muttered as she looked Font up and down, her sight settling on his eerie gray eyes.

"What if you're like this forever?" She questioned worriedly.

"Please forgive me, we should have killed her from the start." She admitted as she bit her lip and chewed on it.

"I just... Hearing about you being free... I know you don't want a life of servitude. You probably do want to be free and you know what, eventually we will figure that out. I will set you free Font." Her gaze was serious.

"You saved me and I made you get hurt," She added with a sigh.

"Please forgive me..." She said again. She drew herself up and went to the doorway. She gave one look back with a frown on her face and her eyebrows drawn together.

"Get better, please." She whispered almost inaudibly.

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"I will admit that at first, I thought you were just some stupid demon." Monkey admitted.

"But you said you didn't trust that girl demon and even if I already didn't..." Monkey gazed hard at Font.

"I didn't think you would try to help." He said. Monkey frowned at the demon as he shook his head. He didn't know what happened, but Font had gotten paralyzed by her. That was enough to make him think that he at least tried.

"It's crazy but, maybe you're not as bad as I thought." He declared.

"I mean, I don't trust you... Yet. But maybe in the future, we can be friends," Monkey said as a small smile tugged at his lips. Already they were a small group of misfits. Before, he had simply hated all demons, but Tripitaka was right. Something about the Font Demon was off, he was—Different. Different from most demons at the very least.

"I don't need your trust." The demon suddenly muttered, blinking his eyes with stunted speed as he struggled to sit up, the paralyzing powder still very much in his system, yet beginning to wear off. Monkey widened his eyes at him.

"Font! You're awake... Or... Alive or something!" Monkey proclaimed with a smile.

"Everyone is worried." He added. The demon scoffed.

"I know, everyone has come in here telling me just as much." Font stated. Monkey blinked with confusion.

"You've been awake the whole time?" He asked.

"Yes." The demon answered. Monkey shifted in his seat.

"The thing I said about being friends, I just meant—" Monkey began, feeling more than awkward now.

"Say nothing god, I don't need explanations." Font quickly said. Monkey smirked.

"I'm sure you understood anyway." Monkey said. The Font Demon attempted a glare at him, but couldn't make his face work right.

"We have the same goal I think." Monkey added.

"Get the scrolls?" The demon asked although that wasn't really his goal. He didn't care about all of that.

"No, protecting Tripitaka." Monkey admitted. The demon went silent for a moment.

"I would give my life for her if she asked that of me." Font finally said. It was true and maybe he hadn't known her for all that long but she was his master and she was kind. She had even promised not to order him about. What master had ever done that for him before? She had even promised to set him free.

"Me too, so if something happens..." Monkey trailed off before huffing a sigh.

"You'll have to protect her." Monkey said as his happy look faded into a miserable one. It was obvious he was worried. Perhaps the demon girl the night before had surprised them, sneaking in the room with none of them hearing. For the most part, Font was surprised that he wasn't berated for being half-asleep while on the lookout. Maybe they didn't know that part.

"With both of us, I'm sure it will be more difficult for her to get hurt." Font said. There was something in him that didn't like Monkey's sad face. For whatever reason, he wanted to see the god go on being happy go lucky and dumb as usual. After all, Monkey seemed to be close to Tripitaka and the girl trusted him with her life. Even if he hated the god, he felt that moping wasn't a good look on him, it only served to annoy him more.

He didn't want to think of Monkey being a person with feelings. He wanted to see him as a jerk that wouldn't leave his poor master alone, although in honest, that was untrue. Tripitaka welcomed the god and accepted him more than she ever would the demon. Font frowned at his train of thought.

"Can you get Tripitaka?" Font finally asked and Monkey nodded his head as he stood up and stretched his legs.

"Be right back, don't move!" He said as he left the room. The demon once again attempted at a glare that didn't show up on his face.

"As if I could..." Font muttered. He tried to sit up again and was able to slightly. He felt that the paralyzing powder was beginning to wane further. He tried once more, but instead, he shifted too far to the left and slid right out of the bed, his body smacking against the floor with a thud. He heard Monkey's footsteps that had been fading begin to get louder. Then Monkey's face appeared as the god looked back through the open door.

"I said not to move." Monkey stated. The demon simply did his best to glare at him for a third time. This time he was sure he narrowed his eyelids, at least a little. When Monkey didn't move or say anything, only glancing at the demon with wide eyes, the demon let out an angry sigh and did his best to guard his injured pride.

"Help me up?" He questioned, half expecting the god to leave him there. Instead, Monkey went to his side and hoisted him up. Font swayed on his feet for a second before steadying himself, his legs feeling weak.

"You good?" Monkey asked as he slowly took his arm away, hoping that the demon could balance on his own now. Font took one weak step but managed.

"Yes, now let us go to Tripitaka." He said as he focused all his energy on making his legs work. With each step the powder seemed to grow weaker, but not by much. Monkey gave him an unsure glance but went along with it. Even if it took them what felt like ten years just to get down the hall and Monkey would have to steady the demon every now and again when he lost his footing, they slowly made progress towards the kitchens.

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Tripitaka was with Pigsy, she was combining a mixture of creams and cheeses in a pot. Fires burned bright from pits on the ground and several pots were placed over them. Smells of food wafted through the entire room, making anyone in the vicinity have a watery mouth and a rumble in their stomach.

Pigsy was behind Tripitaka, their backs facing each other. He was chopping away at green onions, carrots, and cabbage. The sound of his expertise came through in the fury of the thwacks coming from the knife's edge hitting the wooden cutting board. Over the sound of the chopping and the banter between the two, neither heard approaching footsteps that got louder the closer they came.

"You really think a spear is better than a bow?" Tripitaka questioned.

"I mean, you have to notch a bow and shoot it, what happens when someone gets close to you?" Pigsy questioned. Tripitaka smirked as she looked at him over her shoulder.

"Maybe whack them with my make-believe bow?" She questioned playfully. Pigsy shook his head, unknown to her.

"What if they're wearing armor and your bow snaps?" He asked. Tripitaka looked back to the pot.

"Easy." Monkey's voice sounded as he stepped into the room through the archway. Both Pigsy and Tripitaka cast a look at him to see the Font Demon behind him.

"I step in and fight the enemies," Monkey said. Pigsy shook his head again, chuckling.

"That won't work Monkey," Pigsy said. Monkey cocked his head at him, curiosity piquing him. There should be no reason as to why he wouldn't burst onto the scene and save the day.

"It's hypotheticals, like the hypothetical that we are downed and Tripitaka has to fight, what weapon would work best?" Pigsy explained. Monkey frowned.

"I don't like that one." He stated. Tripitaka shot him a look.

"It's just what-ifs. Like here's one, what if you could only eat one food for the rest of your life?" Tripitaka asked. Monkey frowned further.

"Why can I only eat one thing?" He asked. Tripitaka smirked, a chuckle escaping her lips at Monkey's confusion.

"Because that's the hypothetical situation," Tripitaka answered. Monkey shook his head.

"I don't think I like hypotheticals very much." He said. Tripitaka playfully scowled at him before turning her eyes to Font.

"What about you, Font?" She asked. She wished she had thought of something better to say to him though. He was just up on his feet and now she was inviting him to some dumb conversation rather than saying sorry and asking if he was alright. He eyed her and then Monkey. His lips turned upwards only the slightest, trying to withhold a smirk from his face.

"I agree with Monkey." He stated. Tripitaka's eyebrows furrowed with slight confusion. That was the last thing she expected to hear from him.

"Besides, Hypotheticals are pointless. You can plan for such situations all you want," he said as his gaze went to Tripitaka and intensified. The human didn't know what to think of it, it wasn't hostile or angry, but something else. The look he gave her made her stuck in place as if her body was frozen.

"Should the moment actually arise, your mind will process thoughts differently and you will react more on instinct than thinking about it clearly." The demon stated. Pigsy turned around, holding the knife in his hand. He pointed it at Font in a casual way.

"You know, that makes a lot of sense actually. I agree with that." He admitted with a nod before turning back around, chopping what was left of the cabbage before setting the knife down and piling it all into a bowl.

The Font Demon turned his gaze from the human girl to the would-be chef, his eyes seeming to almost light up as he eyed the vegetables being tossed from a bowl into a pot with what smelt of seasoned pork. Tripitaka turned back to the pot of melting cheeses. She stirred it a little, trying not to think.

His gaze had been so intense and she couldn't understand why her stomach was doing somersaults right now. She shook her head. It was nothing. Nothing at all. That's what she told herself. He was simply happy with her for the deal she made with him, that she wouldn't order him about. That's what all that look had been about. Then, of course, she would never sell him, she hoped he knew that, but perhaps he regarded her for that as well.

"Tripitaka, is it almost done?" Monkey came to her side and peered into the pot.

"Let me take over, Sandy said there's something wrong with the scroll." He admitted. On their way here, Sandy had stood outside a room, looking lost in the hall.

"What did she say?" Tripitaka questioned as she handed the ladle to him.

"Something is wrong with the scroll, go get Tripitaka." Monkey basically repeated what he'd already said. Tripitaka sighed with a nod as she turned to the archway, but she came face to face with Font.

She hadn't realized he was so close behind her. She took a step back, but her back bumped into Monkey. The demon took a step to the side almost immediately. Tripitaka stumbled past him and when she looked over her shoulder, she watched him go to the cooking pot and peer into it. A smirk found her lips. He just wanted to check out the food.

"Hey, you wanna walk with me?" Tripitaka asked quickly once she had one foot out of the room. The demon turned his face with a long gaze at her for a moment before he joined her side. It seemed that every trace of the paralyzing powder had works it's way out of his system.

"After you." He stated as he gestured forward. Tripitaka began down the hall.

"I'm sorry about what happened." She finally said after a minute or two. His eyes went to her, studying her face with narrowed lids.

"For what?" He finally asked, but his thoughts lingered on what she had said earlier. At the same time, he couldn't understand why she even thought it was truly her fault.

"You could have been killed and it was my fault..." She muttered, unable to look at him. His scoff made her turn her face though.

"Human, you spoil me too much." He stated. She shook her head, confusion deeply embedded into her eyes.

"What are you talking about? Did you even hear me? You could have died!" Her words came out rapidly, she couldn't understand him. How on earth was she spoiling him when she had already failed as his keeper? He halted, turning to her and she stopped too when she realized he had.

"There is no need for an apology. Enemies are everywhere." He explained.

"But you and Monkey both said..." She shifted her weight and closed her eyes, trying to think through her guilt.

"I mean, even Sandy-," but he stopped her right there.

"It is of no consequence, I am here, I am fine." He told her. Tripitaka shook her head as she opened her eyes and widened them at him.

"Please don't forgive me so easily." She mumbled. It only made her feel worse.

"I can act angry at you if you'd like, only if you stop acting like it was even your fault." He rebuked. Tripitaka shook her head and clenched her hands into fists at her sides.

"I don't get you!" She let out, her emotions coming out of her all twisted and mutating into a fit of strange anger.

"You asked me to forgive you already, so I have. Although I really think you're looking into it too deeply." He explained. She bit her lip and took a step back, searching his face.

"Then there is the matter of your promise." He added as he began to walk again, leaving her to stare at him for a moment.

"Wait, what promise?" She asked as she began to realize that maybe he hadn't been unconscious during her visit after all.

"Your promise to set me free." He said. She didn't know what to say about that. She knew she had said it and she meant it when she did, but she had no idea how to set him free. She barely knew of his origins. What if she couldn't live up to it?

"I mean, I'm going to try." She explained.

"And for that, I would forever owe you a debt of gratitude." She was sure she could hear a smirk in his voice, but she shoved that thought aside.

"Font..." She muttered, stopping once again. He stopped in his tracks too, but he didn't give her a look.

"Thanks." She stated. He scoffed once again.

"What exactly for?" He asked and she sheepishly grabbed one of her arms and squeezed her fingers tightly around the limb.

"Not blaming me, not being angry over it." She explained.

"As much as I enjoy your compliments human, they are unneeded." He stated. Tripitaka narrowed her eyes at the back of his head, his blonde hair smoothed out and perfectly straight unlike the last time she had studied it from behind.

"I don't understand." She muttered. There he went, confusing her all over again.

"What you said during your visit was enough." He said before continuing on. She stood there, dumbfounded for a moment. The more time she spent with him, the more she realized he was nothing as she thought he would be like. He was always surprising her. She only wished she could understand what on earth went on inside that head of his.

The rest of the walk had been spent in silence. Even so, the quiet hadn't been uncomfortable. It was rather welcomed by both of them. Tripitaka spent most of that time thinking and Font had spent the time trying not to think.

Her antics were driving him crazy. She treated him so strangely. Apologizing so profusely, saying she would free him, saying she wouldn't order him around, why? Why did she care? He would try and shrug it off, but it circled through his head over and over again. Why did she decide to help a demon like him when she sought to kill all of his kind?

When they finally found the room Sandy was in, they entered. Tripitaka went in first, followed by Font. Sandy's hair looked more frazzled than usual and she looked tired.

"I don't think this is the scroll," Sandy muttered as soon as she saw Tripitaka, holding up the rolled up parchment in her hand. Confusion entered the human's eyes as she now turned her gaze to The Font Demon.

"She's right, it's not the real one." The demon affirmed. Tripitaka and Sandy shared looks before giving a suspicious look at the demon.

"What do you mean it's not the real one?" Sandy questioned.

"The real one is still in the room, that is another decoy," he explained. Tripitaka frowned as she thought.

"How do you know that?" Tripitaka asked. He simply shrugged.

"I just do." He answered. Sandy went around the table and stalked towards him, looking him up and down.

"Some sort of premonition ability, interesting," she said. Tripitaka nodded her agreement.

"We really should go find the real scroll," Tripitaka stated with a small sigh.

"Do you know exactly where it's at?" Tripitaka asked the demon. Font shook his head.

"No, however, I can force it to appear to me." He admitted. Sandy gave him another suspicious look, but it grimly reminded Tripitaka of when his last iteration had stolen Monkey's crown.

"Let's go then," Tripitaka said. Font took the lead, making twists and turns, down one hallway and up a larger corridor. Eventually, they made it to the room, the floor outside it was cracked and crumbled. The pillars that once stood on either side of the door were now ruined, one of them completely shattered and the other on its side, rendered to nothing but meaningless junk. One by one they entered the room, but this time there were no orbs to tumble and hurl them off to who knows where.

"Okay, where is it?" Sandy questioned as she eyed the room. The demon held his hands up. It was as if wind shifted through the room. Pages of books flipped sporadically, dust picked up, and not only the Font Demon's, but Sandy's hair flew around somewhat wildly until a stone making up a part of the wall carefully seemed to pull out. Font's powers lessened and lessened until the slab was completely removed from the wall and then it plummeted and along with that, the wind that previously vortexed around the room calmed until all was still.

"Your scroll," the demon gestured to the hole in the wall as he looked to Tripitaka. Sandy was the first to step forward. She went towards it and stuck her arm in. When she wrapped her hand around whatever was inside, her fingers seemed to close around at least three scrolls.

"Alright, let's see these then." She said as she pulled them out, expecting the real one and possibly two more decoys.

Tripitaka and the demon made their way towards her, Tripitaka standing at her side and the demon at Tripitaka's right. Sandy handed two to Tripitaka before she unrolled one to see it's contents. As soon as she did, Tripitaka's cheeks and neck burnt as she averted her gaze.

"Oh, imagine that," Sandy said. The demon cocked his head to the side.

"Interesting." He stated before Tripitaka shoved the other two scrolls into Font's arms and turned away.

"Seriously? Davari keeps dirty drawings with the scroll?" Tripitaka wondered out loud. Sandy chuckled as she rolled the scroll up and traded it for another from the demon. She unrolled the next.

"Okay, here it is, here Tripitaka." She said as she worked the one she had now back up and handed it to the human of the three. Tripitaka took it into her own hands and took a deep breath in before opening it. She visibly relaxed when she knew it wasn't a prank and it was the real scroll.

"What should we do with these?" Sandy wondered as she unrolled what was more than likely more dirty drawings inked into parchment.

"I don't know, put them back," Tripitaka said as she began out of the room, wanting nothing to do with it. Font began to place his back into the hole but Sandy gave him a curious look, her eyes deepening as she gazed at him. The demon eyed her before holding back a chuckle and shaking his head as he handed her the scroll. She shoved them both into her long overcoat.

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A/N: I am changing the title. The formerly bit will only remain for a few chapters to avoid any confusion. There was not enough room to fit this small note in the description. I will also be changing the summary eventually, but nothing to do with the formerly blah blah thing, just want to summarize this better because my outline is officially complete and this will be more than just a shipping story, I'm going to go on to after season two and the aftermath of everything and the finding of the other scrolls. I'm gonna go for it!