AN: Imma update more tmo, but I got a doctors appointment in the morning and want to get some decent sleep because I don't typically wake up until the afternoon before I have to go to work.

ANN: Just cause I don't say it too much, not too good at leaving notes lol, but I really love everyone who fav'd and followed, and a very special shout out to my two doods (or doodettes lol) cutecookielove and Robin0203 for leaving a comment on EVERY chapter. You guys are my life force man! I love that you like my work enough to comment, like for realsies! You guys stay awesome!

ANNN: Cutecookielove, you are right frand, we need more Paul and Nisroc fluff! I got you down frand! This is for you!

Song listened to: 'Great Night' by NEEDTOBREATHE Ft. Shovels & Rope

Haniel laughed outright at the sight of their barefoot Captain, the others were a bit more reserved in showing their amusement, hiding their laughter behind their hands instead, and Nisroc sent the other a lighthearted glare as he crossed his arms.

"Has anyone seen my boots?"

They shook their heads from their various positions, and he heaved a sigh as he shook his head, there was only one who had a habit of stealing his things, all in good fun of course, but they weren't here at the moment. The Messenger had taken the little fledgling down to Earth to see the butterflies she had created with the help of their Father.

But that didn't mean she didn't steal them before she left, one could never be too sure when it came to that tricky little thing, and he rubbed a hand over his temple as he sighed again.

Titus took pity on him, "Perhaps her young friend knows where they may be." He nodded in time with that suggestion, her and his charge had become close friends, perhaps not as close as she was to the messenger, but a close second. They were always getting into mischief together, whether it be a trick or a competition, they were always planning, and enacting said plans to those who they chose seemingly at random. It wouldn't surprise him if they had a method to their madness.

"Where is he today?"

"Last I heard he was spending the afternoon in the Garden, though he may be on his way back, I'm not sure where he may be at the moment between here or there."

He nodded in thanks, turning on his heel, and stalked to the stairs that led down to the field from their Pavilion. Haniel waited until his back disappeared from view before turning to share a smile with Abraxos "Those two did take his boots. I saw them running across the field this morning."

"I pity him then, Nisroc is not known to be merciful, may Father grant him luck."

Nisroc ignored the odd looks he gained as he walked barefoot down the Axis, it was hardly a new sight to witness, their Baby Power was quite known to steal their things and hide them away, and they had become well adept in pulling the information of their whereabouts from stubborn young angels.

He was quick in spotting his young charge walking his way, distracted as he stared at the stones he stepped on, trying to do so without stepped on the cracks around the rectangular bricks. Nisroc used the distraction to his advantage, not breaking his stride, when he bent forward and snagged the young angel up over his shoulder. Paul yelped at the sudden change of position, fingers curling instinctively in the back of the Power's tunic and pressed into his back as though to sit up straight again. He watched the stones move passed him as they walked towards an unknown destination, thankful for the arm that had curled securely around his waist, and the hand that had curled around his left ankle. The sight of the bare feet brought a smile to his face, and though the Power couldn't see it, he knew that it was there. Sneaky little things that they were, he was happy that the two of his favorite young ones got along, but sometimes regretted pushing it, like in the situation he found himself in now. Completely barefoot.

Paul's eyes widened as the stone turned to green grass and lifted himself up to wave at the Gardener as they passed, Joshua smiled and returned the gesture. They walked into the trees, farther then most went, to the same clearing that only they played in, and then arm around his waist adjusted slightly, moving along his spine, to cradle the back of his head, as the other arm curled around the back of his thighs. The Power leaned forward and he fell backwards, caught only by the arms wrapped securely around him, and grinned up at his guardian as he was quickly righted in position.

"Hey Nis!"

"Hello, little warrior, I will only ask this only once.", the Power knelt slowly, eyes never straying from the younglings, leaning down to set him in the soft grass under them "Where are my boots?"

The youngling smiled cheekily up at him, so much progress had been made since they had come together, and it had become harder and harder for the Power to understand how someone could do wrong to someone as bright as the youngling he now had under his charge. Paul reminded him much of little Akeelah, they had similar personalities in many ways, and under that rage they were working on was a playful side that had surprised him upon discovery.

"I can't remember."

He smiled, perhaps he had a small part of him that hoped the boy would say that, things had been chaotic as of late, more and more missions to the underworld, aiding in skirmishes that arose in the ancient worlds when the Healer had requested their aid when he was called in by his Egyptian charge: Anubis when a skirmish got too out of hand, there had not been much time to spare for him to spend alone time with his charge which left them only able to see each other during training and before bed.

Nisroc smiled at the boy as he slowly lowered himself, his chest pressing the little legs under him down securely, and young fingers curled around his shoulders as he came to rest on his elbows over the boys shaking belly, his arms outstretch alongside him. He hadn't even touched the young one under his mercy and already he struggled to free himself "Shall I help you remember then?"

"Nope, that's okay, somethings are better left forgotten."

"True, but remembering this would be better suited for your favor."

He dug a few fingers in the boy's exposed underarms, and his laughter rolled around them, carried through the trees by the soft dance of the breeze. His small arms shot down immediately, fingers quickly uncurled from his shoulders, and he arched slightly when the elder found a particularly sensitive spot.

"Have no fear though, as Captain of the Powers, I am quite adept in gathering desired information from those who stubbornly withhold it from me."

Paul laughed, arching his back when those evil fingers dug in slightly, and curled his arms around his midsection as he tried to block the cruel attack. The fingers lowered, as if to find the fault in his attempt at protection and spread to curl around the side of his rib cage. He shrieked in his bright laughter, trying to stave off the attack by lowering his arms again, but the fingers merely wiggled in again and he arched in giggly agony.

"I know you know where they would be. Have mercy on yourself, little one, I have spent enough time with you to know all the right buttons to push. Just tell me your secret and I promise to have mercy on you."

The young boy shook his head, laughing all the while, and looked up at him with shining eyes. He smiled at him as their gazes met, leaning forward as he dug into a spot he knew to be rather fun to torture, chuckling to himself when the boy jumped as best as he could from his trapped position, fingers curled around his as he kneaded deeply into the boys sides. Nisroc had been raised since fledglinghood by Michael, he knew how to torture young angels, having learned from the oldest archangel from such a young age.

"We will break through that stubbornness."

Paul cried out when his hands easily evaded the boys and slid up under his shirt, fingers dipping back into his underarms again, "NIS! Stohohop!"

"All you must do is tell me where you stashed my boots, then I'll stop, I promise you."

"I cahahahan't! I swohohore I wohohouldn't!"

"Well then you'd best get comfortable, I've got all day to spend with you, and you're not going anywhere until you reveal your secret." The Captain's young charge shrieked again, jumping in place, when his fingers curled around his ribs again "I'll be merciful just this once, because I am so fond of you, I'll give you a minute to tell me where you hid my boots or I'll be forced to take drastic measures against that belly of yours."

Paul was still giggling as he let up for his proclaimed minutes, his blue eyes sparkling like fresh fallen raindrops on the petals of colorful spring flowers, and he smiled at the appearance he got to witness all on his own. Despite being tough and violent in battle, breaking through hordes at a records pace, the key to being the Captain of the Powers, a Power in general, was knowing when to live life and when to life in the heat of battle. Nisroc was not a hard angel, he was rather laid back compared to other warriors, and knew how to have a good time. It's what made him so favorable. And he adored the young ones, having a soft spot a mile long when it came to them, always ready to play games when they came to ask the legendary Mighty Captain. He hadn't taken a charge for eons, not since he'd taken guardianship of Balthazar all that time ago, and then the war happened, and they made it a silent law that Warriors would not take charges anymore. It was a weakness that couldn't be afforded, and even then, he had turned a blind eye to the young ones as they snuck around like young ones did, punishing any under his command with a harshness unseen should even a rumor make its way back to his ears that they had harmed a young one in any way.

Theo was the example he used, and he beaten him to a pulp when he'd learned of him whipping a fledgling, he had not known at the time that it had been their Baby Power and at the time it had not matter, all that did was the fact that he had whipped a young one. It had been a fury that those who knew him didn't know he had been capable of. And rather noticeably none of the others he commanded acted in such a way, though he doubted they ever would, being much like himself when it came to young ones, but none wanted to be on the other side of the fury the Captain had shown that day.

He had not had a charge in some time, and then this young angel came around, and he watched him from the very start, though never thinking they would end up in this position, but he knew he would change nothing about the arrangement. He adored the boy, and most everyone knew that, and Paul deserved to be treated like a child once in a while.

"Ok, ok, ok! They're under my bed!"

The Power smiled, "Thank you, little warrior." He pulled his hands out from under his shirt, curling his fingers around the hem of the small top, and began to pull it upwards to reveal the shaking belly surface to him, Paul giggled in pure anticipation. He held his hands out, as though that alone would stop the mighty Captain, "Waitwaitwait! You promised! Nis! No!"

He slowly lowered himself towards the shaking belly, smiling up at his young charge, Paul giggled harder at the playful gleam that shined in Nisroc's eyes, "Oh, I'm keeping my promise, I've stopped my torture for the whereabout of my boots, now I am merely catching up on time lost." He took the small hands in his own, lowering them to the grass as he looked down to the shaking pale belly.

"Where should I start first?"

"Nis! Dohohon't! Leheheheave it alohohone!"

"Found it."