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Chapter 4: Dinner Definitely Does Not Make This Okay

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The rest of my first week living with Usagi passed without any other major incidents (well, I guess that depends on how you classify major incidents – I have a feeling my spectrum of importance has been slightly skewed due to the demon inhabiting me). Let me clarify, Usagi was still oblivious to Kage's presence, which I like to think is due to my tremendously great acting skills.

Pfft, muttered Kage from the back of my mind, Usagi is practically doing all the work for you.

I figuratively opened my mouth to protest, but no argument came to mind. Sure I did little things to distract Usagi, like brush his hand with my own and then look down, blushing, before looking up at him oh-so-innocently through my hair – turns out, I was a natural at blushing – but it was really him that took the reins. When he took control it usually ended up with me pinned against some object – a wall, a counter, a couch, a huge stuffed bear (yes that actually has happened) – with him kissing me senseless. This whole distract Usagi thing was practically working out itself.

It wasn't until a week of these convenient little distracting occurrences had already happened that I learned the reason why my task was so easy.

I sat on the arm of the purple couch in the center of the main room of Usagi's penthouse apartment when he entered the apartment with a grin on his face and a bag in his arms.

"Misaki-chan," he said upon seeing me, "I want to take you out to dinner tonight."

My lips parted in surprise as my brow furrowed "You really don't have to do that, Usagi-san," I said, "You're already doing enough letting me live here." Participating in this little one-sided game of distraction was one thing inside the house… but out in public…? I wasn't sure if I could handle that.

"Oh but I do," said Usagi, mysteriously, "Think of it as a thank you gift."

"Thank you?" I asked, confused, "For what?"

Usagi didn't answer right away. He stepped closer, dropping his bag to the floor and standing over me. I leaned back to look up at him, meeting his purple-eyed gaze, and nearly slipped backward onto the couch cushions from my perch on its arm.

Before I realized what he was doing, Usagi slipped a hand behind my head, fingers tangling in my hair, and leaned forward to kiss me. Soft at first, tongue dragging lightly around my lips begging access that I was shocked into giving. My eyes slowly closed as the motions of his lips grew fiercer and his body arched over mine, as my back arched, convex, as if on its own accord, fitting perfectly to his.

And then I slipped, falling back onto the couch cushions, my eyes snapping open in the process. Usagi straightened above me, fixing his tie. A smile played at his lips. He bent over, out of my sight for a moment, before returning to it with the bag he had been holding earlier in his hands.

"I am thanking you," he said, reaching into the bag, "For this." He withdrew a thin paperback book and tossed it to me before turning away and heading towards the stairs. "We're leaving in an hour," he called over his shoulder as he mounted the steps, "be ready."

I didn't bother to protest. I wasn't sure if I could without my voice coming out in a breathy stutter. Instead I turned my attention to the book he had thrown to me. It didn't look like the books Usagi normally wrote, it was much more colorful. I turned it over to look at its cover and gasped. There was a drawn picture of me and Usagi on the cover of this boy's love novel. A boy's love novel written by him.

"Usagi!" I yelled, angrily, as Kage laughed maniacally in the back of my mind.

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A little over an hour later, I found myself sitting on the vinyl cushion of a booth at a small, hole-in-the-wall restaurant that I never would have imagined Usagi would allow himself to be caught dead at. But nonetheless, he and I were here and still very much alive.

For the moment, Kage's voice flitted across my mind. I ignored him. It was pretty easy with the amount of other distractions at the moment. Like the fact that Usagi and I kept bumping knees beneath the small table, or that my palms were sweating so much that I had to keep them off the table, but then they stuck to the smooth seat cushion. Gross, I know, but this was beginning to seem a little too much like a first date for comfort.

And then there was the whole fact that Usagi was using me as inspiration for his books. I heard Kage laughing once again. Shut up, I told him, before looking up at Usagi and asking, "Why?"

"Why what?" he returned, off-handedly, as if he hadn't written about me doing… doing… I didn't even want to think about that right now.

"You know what," I snapped back moodily.

He laughed softly. "So I do."

"Then why?" I repeated again.

He just shrugged. "You're cute when you blush."

I felt my face redden automatically and I cursed under my breath. I caught Usagi's gaze for just a second before looking away, out the big storefront glass window and onto the streetlamp lit sidewalk. But I had seen his face long enough to notice that he was smiling.

That bastard, said Kage. It was evident from his tone that he was mocking me.

Shut up, I snapped back, but I was only half paying attention as I noticed someone standing outside the window. A girl, probably only a little bit older than me, staring right at Usagi. When she noticed me staring, her gaze shifted to mine, two glowing red orbs that did not match their owner's body…

A demon, said Kage.

I felt my eyes widen. Another demon? I asked, even in my mind my voice was faint, Here? The demon outside the window grinned at me, baring her fangs. She was already transforming… but why?

Why do you think? said Kage as he forcibly pushed my gaze back to Usagi, who was studying me with a confused expression on his face. As if he couldn't quite remember something important. He looks like that because of all the demonic energy around here. His emotions are heightened enough to hide one demon, but not two… You need to do something, quickly.

Like what? I asked, knowing full well that I was not going to like the answer.

You got that right, said my demon, Distract him. Now.

I looked at Usagi, the confused look still splayed across his features. "You know," he began, "I feel like there's something about you that I hadn't noticed before, but I just can't - "

I didn't give him a chance to finish. I pulled my knees up beneath me in the booth to push myself up before leaning across the table, grabbing the lapels of Usagi's jacket and pulling his face to mine. Before even I could think about what I was doing, I crushed my lips to his, fingers still clutching his jacket. He responded almost immediately, putting a gentle hand on my cheek, stroking his thumb along my jawline. His touch sent shivers through my body and I could feel Usagi's lips curve into a smile from this against mine.

And then he pulled away, the smile still plain on his face. "It always intrigues me when you do things like that," said Usagi, thoughtfully. But I didn't have time to try to figure out what that meant for there was still another demon standing right outside the window.

Nice, said Kage, sounding somewhat impressed, that should hide us for a while, but it won't last forever. We need to get rid of that demon. Now.

But won't they be thinking the same about us, then? I asked. Surely any demon/human host combo would want the power provided by a murdered angel. As long as Usagi was around, all demons were in competition with one another.

All the more reason to take them out quickly, responded Kage, matter-of-factly. And I knew he was right. The thought of another demon taking Usagi's life wouldn't register in my mind.

"Uh, I have to go to the bathroom," I said quickly, meeting Usagi's eyes and hoping my face wasn't too red with blush, "I'll be right back."

"Hm," I heard Usagi say as I got to my feet and began to turn away, "I didn't know I had that sort of effect on Misaki-kun." I chose to ignore that comment and didn't turn back, but I felt my face grow even redder. I also chose to ignore the array of people all staring at me, some with disapprovingly aghast looks, others were smiling (one particular gaggle of fan-girls in a corner booth looked as if they were on the verge of breaking down into a hysterical fit of giggles). I let my hair fall over my eyes as my blush deepened. Somewhere in the back of my mind, Kage was suppressing laughter.

I slipped into the bathroom and was glad to find that it was empty.

So what do I do? I asked Kage.

Just let me handle this, said Kage, the malicious undertone in his voice made me glad that I was not that girl-demon. I could feel him itching to take control and let the transformation slide through my body. I glanced at the dingy mirror across the room as the processes completed and was unsurprised to see two red eyes staring back at me. Kage smiled at the effect and my mouth bared its twin, sharp fangs. I slipped off my shirt and set it on the windowsill of the small room, so that Kage could release his wings, and moments later my reflection was backed by two dark, leathery sheets. I could tell that Kage felt as powerful as I looked once the transformation was complete.

In one quick movement Kage, using my body, threw open the window and slipped outside. He kept close to the alley wall, in the shadows, to avoid being seen by passersby on the street. Fortunately for us, there were none, the only person (if you can call her that) visible was the demon girl, nose still pressed against the glass.

So what are you going – I began to ask, but before I finished, Kage pounced. I felt my body coil like a spring before using the demon's wings to propel my body through the air at inhuman speeds. We hit the girl with silent grace that was not mirrored by her. She let out an angry scream as she began to transform. Her eyes glowed red and wings sprouted from her back before we even hit the ground.

Kage grabbed her and pulled her up, flapping his powerful wings until we were high above the little diner, before landing on the roof of a nearby apartment building. Kage let her go and landed a little ways away. She wore a black tank top that was shredded in the back to allow her demon's wings to break free, and loose cargo pants that were cinched at the waist with a belt. The wind blew across the flat surface, ruffling the girl's scraggly, white-blonde hair and revealing a tattoo of indiscernible blue markings that started at her hairline and traveled all the way down the left side of her face.

"It appears your human has a thing for that angel," said the girl in a high-pitched voice, "I don't let mine develop personal relationships. Causes much too much trouble."

"I would never allow my human to do such a thing," spat Kage through my mouth, "I think we both know why the other is here, so let's cut the banter. That angel is mine." If Kage had not been in control of my body right now I probably would have shuddered at the venom in his words. But his control did not stop a fleeting thought that passed through my mind, an image of Usagi, dead in my arms. Even Kage's dominance could not stop the shiver that coursed through my body at that thought. But what was even more concerning was why? Why did I care what happened to Usagi?

But my thoughts were cut short. "Looks like someone can't control their human," said the girl with a laugh.

Misaki, said Kage deploringly, I swear, by the gods of the underworld, I don't know what you were thinking about but if you do not keep your thoughts to yourself I am going to throw you off this building. I wanted to shudder again, but for some reason that I didn't particularly want to fathom at the moment, the thought of my own death did not cause the same rise of emotion as the thought of Usagi's.

Shutting up now, I promised.

"Don't mistake lack of control for fear," said Kage with my voice, "I was just explaining to him what I will do to you and your human if you do not leave the angel to us."

The girl let out a mirthless laugh. "I'd like to see you try to hurt me."

Kage twisted my features into a fang-bearing grin. "If you insist." And with that he struck, lunging forward at the girl. She just laughed and dove out of the way, wings spread wide. But Kage wasn't giving up that easily. He dove again, faking a move to the left first. She ducked to the right in response, but this time Kage expected it and pounced. The girl fell to her back with a strangled scream, under his weight, before he locked my fingers around her neck.

She couldn't breathe, I could see it in her eyes, but she wasn't giving up without a struggle. With one last momentous effort she managed to rake her broken nails across the bare skin of my chest. Kage and I let out a joint howl of pain and my grip slackened just enough for her to make an escape. The girl wriggled her way out and immediately took to the air. She looked down at us as Kage pushed my body to its feet, one hand over the deep cut now dug into my chest.

"You win for now, demon," said the girl. Her voice was hoarse and deep purple bruises were beginning to ring her neck. "But don't think I won't be back. That angel will be mine." And with that she took off flying, swooping down between the buildings and out of sight.

Do you think she means it? I asked, tentatively as Kage fly my body back to the alleyway with the window.

I felt the demon transformations leave my body as he answered in a tired voice, I don't know, Misaki. But I do know that next time we see her, her host will not be leaving alive.

I didn't question Kage's prediction as I climbed quickly back through the window and into the (fortunately) still empty bathroom. I wiped and wrapped the cuts as best I could with only toilet paper and paper towels as supplies before slipping my shirt back over my head. Usagi was waiting for me with a bemused expression when I returned to the table.

"What?" I asked, a little irritably. I hated that I could never tell what he was thinking.

"That took you long enough," he said, the bemused expression still intact, "I thought it would be rude to begin eating without you so I decided to wait." he gestured to the large, uneaten salad in front of him. I nodded my thanks as I sat down and looked at my own plate, a burger and…

"I thought I ordered fries with this…" I said, a little confused.

"Oh you did," said Usagi, "Here, let me clarify: I thought it would be rude to start eating my own meal without you here. I said nothing, however, about your food."

Usagi just smiled and picked up his fork to begin his salad while I brought a palm to my face. Humans have strange habits, commented Kage as I sighed and picked up my burger to eat what was left of my meal.