Disclaimer: I don't own Demon Ororon, or any of the characters...yet. All I've got is all four books and a fan site... enjoy.

Mitsume sat up groggily, opening his eyes.

It was pitch black.

Mitsume laid back down on the small blanket that was underneath him, blinking his eyes to adjust them to the room lightless interior. Slowly, he was able to make out the silhouette of a small bureau, and a window with a large crimson curtain fashoined of velvet that was hanging over it. He tried to stand up, and was almost immediately sorry, because his entire body throbbed with an unnatural pain. He let out a soft moan.

As if on cue, a large wooden door on the other side of the room creaked open. Mitsume shaded his eyes with his hand, as brilliant sunlight came flooding in. He watched as a small shadow slipped through the door, and made it's way over to him.

A small hand was now on Mitsume's shoulder. He watched as a young angel knelt beside him, pulling away the ragged bandages that had been covering his arm. As they wound off, Mitsume could see a large purplish bruish covering his entire upper arm, and he frowned as the angel poked gently at it.

"Oops sorry," the young seraph gazed up, as if noticing him for the first time. "I'm not very good at healing yet. I'd like to be a warrior instead, but Kanshisha says that I can't." He hung his head. "But I'm doing my best to learn healing!"

Mitsume stared for a moment, then instinctivly pulled his arm away as the young angel pulled out new bandages. "Uh...no thanks." The angel sat on the ground for a moment, dumbfounded. "So, um... where am I?"

"Why don't you want me to heal you? I know I'm not very good, but I'm doing my best." The young seraph's eyes were glistening with tears. He held up the bandages.

Mitsume frowned. He didn't really like little kids, and the last time he'd befriended one, it had met an untimely fate. But he didn't want the angel crying. God only knew what kind of attention that would bring. He offered his arm back out.

"Try to not to jostle it around, kay?"

The little angel's face lit up and he nodded vigorously, then set to work on the bounty hunter's arm with the bandages. "M'name's Komakai, what's your's?"

"Mitsume."

"Are you a bounty hunter?"

Surprised, Mitsume nodded his head swiftly. "How did you know?"

"Saw your knife. And you're missing an arm and some fingers. What other job could you have?"

Mitsume nodded, slightly disturbed by such perceptiveness from a boy who looked to be no more than five years old. As the young angel finished wrapping his arm, Mitsume flexed it experimentaly.

"It'll take another night or so to heal completely, but you should be good as new by tomorrow! I'll bring you some food then, you must be starving to death!"

Mitsume nodded as the youth skipped back out the door, still trying to sort out his situation. He had no idea why he'd been wounded and now healed by the angels, but it wouldn't do to attack Komakai. He'd have to wait and see why he'd been brought here.

Leaning back down on the blanket, Mitsume soon fell asleep once again.