Chapter 35

He sat with head in hands, quietly watching as she fumbled with the miscellaneous little packets of teas, soaps, coffees, and condoms. She really was completely unaware as his eyes raked over her delicate form and his mouth watered at the thoughts of what he wanted to do to her. To behave as if they were mortal siblings, was truly going to be a torturous trial that his uncle Hades himself would have been proud of.

"Why would they give us this?" She quietly mused to herself as her thumb caressed around the little circle of the square package. "They know we're supposed to be a brother and sister." She puzzled.

He could no longer stand it. He could clearly see down her blouse and openly admired her cleavage. Her skirt climbed up her creamy thighs to partially reveal a little peek of black lace, and teased him mercilessly. If her appearance was doing this to him, he could only guess what it would do to a mere mortal. Something needed to be done with her attire. Firstly, I need to cover her a little more... Scratch that, a lot more. He stood and took her hand, then pulled her out of the hotel room. Time to do some shopping. He smirked at the idea that would ease the torture at least a little.

He had to admit, she did have the spoiled little sister act down perfectly. She had him so completely wrapped around her little finger, he hadn't given it a second thought when she told him she wanted that ridiculous costume on display. He had nearly bought it before she started to protest. Although, it was completely adorable when she tried to haggle on the final purchase with him as if she were in an old marketplace dealing with a foreign merchant.

"Fine." He sighed out. "I'll return all, but three pairs." He finished. But that doesn't mean I won't bring back a few other items.

He smirked inwardly as he grabbed one of each blouse in the boutique and a couple of belts. All in all, it turned out to be a rather nice shopping experience, even if the clerk shied away from him as if he were Hades himself.

~xoxo~

She absolutely couldn't help herself, he was too adorable when he plead with her to allow him to buy her those wonderful, comfortable, leather pants. Had he turned it up just one more notch, she would have caved. Fortunately, he didn't think to bring it past what he'd already exposed her to and now she was standing near the fountain, contemplating all of the wonderfully cute faces she would see on her beloved in the future.

"Well, well... check it out Kazu." Kei nudged his friend's shoulder. "Up for a little fun?"

Kazu's eyes went wide at the beauty and he quickly hid the look. This one was going to be his tonight. He really didn't care if the other protested or not.

In the end, the group of males would quickly discover that one does not mess with the woman of the god of dread and terror; although, they had no clue that's who he was. All they knew is the man had been good enough to defeat every single one of them and the hot little ticket he was with, was not a female that was within their reach. At least, if they wished to keep their limbs.

Kuon/Deimos, felt horrible. He had completely lost all control when he watched that asshole grab her and toss his woman to the ground. The entire area filled with a black miasma and he'd come very close to ripping his arms off and sending him to the Underworld to be punished. He had been fighting to keep control the entire time, remembering what had happened to Rick all of those years ago. He didn't want the same fate for Kyoko/Aoidḗ. To be honest, he wasn't sure what would happen to them if their mortal bodies were to perish. Would they be sent back to Olympus or to the Underworld? Would they have to start over and wait to find each other once again? He knew he couldn't bear to live through something like that again. Not after knowing and finding her. He wouldn't be able to live a mortal life out, without her. It didn't matter that is brother was there or that he had his mother and father, Aoidḗ was his heart.

~xoxo~

She felt horrible that she had be the cause of the state he was now in. She knelt next to him and caressed his shoulder. "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly, feeling a little shame for getting him into this mess that she could have clearly avoided in the first place.

He didn't answer. His mind was reeling from all of the possibilities that could have easily taken place.

She sighed inwardly at her own carelessness and self-blame. He really didn't seem like himself, the confident in battle, son of the god of war seemed as though he was in despair. What had happened to him, to make him react in such a way? "Nii-san..." She decided to take his mind off of whatever it was that was fully occupying him at the moment. "Nii-san, are you alright?"

He glanced at her, thankful that she didn't bombard him with difficult questions that demanded equally difficult answers. "Who am I right now?" He asked quietly with a lost look.

She looked at him softly and smiled, then knelt next to him and gave him a hug. "You are my scatterbrained big brother, Cain."

He reached and stroked her cheek. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Are you?"

He glanced at her. "For a moment there, I felt like I was possessed by something."

"Ah, I see. It did seem like it." She commented.

"Is it gone? Am I still possessed, Setsu?" His look told her that he truly had felt completely out of control of himself.

She sighed and smiled at him. "No...Cain Heel, You are still my beloved scatterbrained big brother."

He looked at her a little startled. "W-What do you mean scatterbrained?"

She giggled. "We aren't filming the movie yet, big brother. If you prefer I can call you No Good Brother."

He chuckled. "No, scatterbrained will be just fine." He grabbed her hand and led her to where he'd left their shopping bags. Neither could wait to get to the serenity of their hotel room. At least he would have the entertainment of seeing her go through all of the new clothing he'd purchased for her. He wondered what her reaction would be. Aoidḗ/Kyoko would definitely throw a fit, but as Setsuka she had no choice but to accept his gifts. She was his little sister, someone to be pampered, spoiled, and doted upon like a princess.

The small group of young men, that one can only refer to as a gang, sat silently musing in their little clubhouse over the recent encounter with the god of dread and terror. Never in their short lives had they felt so overwhelmed by one individual. Little did they know, that even with the feelings they had experienced, that they had come out better than they easily could have. Had Aoidḗ had the presence of mind, she would have turned them to harmless little sparrows or stone statues to immortalize their folly for the evening. Deimos could have easily sent their souls on an express visit to his uncle Hades, for their slights against the innocents they had terrorized for the evening. Yes, they had indeed got off easily. Their punishments of being badly beaten, most certainly did not fit their crimes.