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Second of all... this is the final chapter! I can't believe its already over, but you have to admit, it's been a fun ride, right?

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Chapter 8: Inadvertent Seduction is apparently my Forte

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I was dead. There was no way I could be alive right now. The dagger had been in my hand, poised and ready to sink into my heart. I was dead.

But the knife never reached my flesh. Did that change anything? My head felt very empty here in the darkness. My head felt empty… Wait, wasn't I dead? How could I feel anything?

I turned instinctively to Kage for an answer, but he wasn't there. It was just me, alone in my head… But that meant I should have been dead. I didn't kill Usagi, but Kage was gone. That meant he forcibly left my body which is death to any human host. I was dead.

But the strange thing was, I wasn't. Dead people definitely didn't think and I was having my first private thought session in ten years. But how?

I slowly opened my eyes, squinting into the light. But it wasn't a light at the end of the tunnel sort of light. It was the overhead lights of Usagi's apartment. I was lying on the couch in the main room of the flat. I blinked a few times to clear my head and attempted to push myself into a sitting position.

But I was stopped midway as someone pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

"Misaki-kun," breathed Usagi in my ear as he pulled my torso to his, "I'm so glad you are okay." His voice sounded on the verge of tears. I let myself sink into his body, reveling in its warmth as his fingers clutched my back and letting a happiness I had not felt in ten years flow through me. But I still didn't understand…

"How…?" I managed to choke out in a whisper through Usagi's vice grip around my body. He let up on the hug and pushed me a little back from him so we were looking at each other. His fingers remained solidly gripped around my shoulders, holding me in place as if he were afraid he'd lose me if he let go.

But he didn't answer my question, instead asking, "How could you scare me like that?"

"Scare you?" I shot back, "You were the one who was going to…" I started to say, but stopped myself short, gaze fixated on the violet one before me as the memories of what I thought was my final struggle came rushing back. Usagi was going to let himself be killed for me? "I don't – I mean I didn't deserve…" I began to say, but I was cut off by Usagi's fingers at my lips.

"If you say that you don't deserve to live," said Usagi slowly, "You will have to be punished. Now I am going to explain to you what happened. Do not interrupt. Do you understand?" I just nodded meekly, confused as to how I was suddenly being reprimanded like a small child, but not really minding.

Usagi took a deep breath before saying, "You died last night."

"What?" I burst out without thinking and I earned myself a thwack on the head.

"No interrupting," said Usagi, "Next time you do, you will be punished in a much less innocent manner. Got it?" I nodded silently, blush creeping across my cheeks, as Usagi's eyes roamed my body. I think I knew exactly what type of punishment he had in mind.

"When the demon living inside of your body realized that you were going to kill yourself," explained Usagi, "he ripped himself from your body and you died. Really the same thing would have happened either way, but demons have superiority complexes and this one refused to be bested by a human." He said that as if Kage were still around to hear the mocking in his voice. I didn't understand why, but I wasn't about to question Usagi on the matter.

"And that is why you are still alive," continued Usagi with a spark blazing in his purple eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but one hard look from Usagi caused me to swallow my questions and wait for his explanation.

"Good boy," said Usagi and he patted me on the head, ruffling my hair, before continuing, "Now you are probably wondering how you are sitting here now, having a conversation with me, yes?" I didn't answer his question. Or point out the fact that this one-sided explanation was not really much of a conversation. Instead I nodded slowly and expectantly.

"You are alive because I am – well was – an angel," said Usagi, "As an angel, I had certain powers. One of those powers being the ability to give up my immortality to grant a dying mortal life. Which I did. To save you."

I felt my eyes widen in shock as I took in his words. "You mean you - " I began to say but I was cut off as Usagi's lips crushed against my own. I had a momentary urge (well, way more than momentary but I had some things to work out before I could give into it) to melt into his arms, but I resisted and pushed back at his chest with my palms. "Usagi wait - " I managed to get out.

"I said," whispered Usagi, leaning in to breathe the words in my ear, "that if you interrupted again you would be punished."

"Later!" I said, grabbing his hands, which had been sinking dangerously low on my bare torso.

"Is that a promise?" asked Usagi, raising an eyebrow.

I ignored him and asked, "So you gave up your immortality? For me?" My voice came out more incredulous sounding than I meant it to.

Usagi leaned back and looked me in the eyes before answering with a solid, "Yes." As if that was the most obvious answer in the world.

I just stared in disbelief.

"Don't give me that 'I don't deserve it' look," said Usagi off-handedly, "No one deserves to have their life taken away by a demon. And don't think I'm even talking about you," he added when he saw my attempt to protest. "Misaki, as clichéd as it sounds, you are my life now."

I just continued to stare, unable to tear my gaze from his violet one. That is, until I was started from my still position by a loud, scoffing laugh that came from neither Usagi, nor me. A laugh that soundly eerily and oddly familiar.

"What – what was that?" I said in an overly jumpy voice.

"I think you mean who was that," said Usagi in a bored voice, "And I think you've already met. Actually scratch that, I know you've already met, barring any long-term memory loss at least…"

I looked at Usagi, confused, before turning and scanning the rest of the room apart from the couch we were sharing. Everything looked exactly as it had when I had been last awake. Dirty dishes lined the sink and stacks of books littered the floor. Even Usagi's favorite Suzuki stuffed bear was still sitting innocently in its place on the couch opposite of us.

Or at least I thought it was sitting there innocently – that is until I saw its beady black eyes flash red as if it were alive. I yelped and nearly dove into Usagi's lap out of fear and instinct. Usagi laughed and took the opportunity to fold his arms around me and draw me closer so that we were sitting with my back to his chest. I felt goosebumps break out over my skin, but I wasn't sure if they were from the scare the bear had given me or the man now breathing into my ear.

"It's okay, Misaki," cooed Usagi as he trailed a finger down my side. My chest was still bare – harboring only the bandages from the fight with the demon girl – and I shivered. The goosebumps were definitely not from the bear. But I was still confused as to what was up with the odd stuffed toy.

"Suzuki – did it, umm he, umm make that noise?" I managed to ask.

"I think I'll let him field this one," said Usagi, "Kage?"

I heard a very audible sigh coming from the general direction of the bear before I heard its voice. The voice I had been hearing in my head for ten years, but this time it wasn't coming from within me. I was pretty sure I felt some sort of twisted out of body experience when the demon spoke in a gruff snarl, "Shut up, angel. Isn't it bad enough you tricked me into here? Don't make me talk to the kid. He should be dead."

"Now now, Kage," chided Usagi as if he were talking to a child rather than a vicious (well, once vicious) demon, "Is this any way to treat the owner of your new host?"

"I shouldn't even be in this rag!" yelled Kage and I flinched involuntarily, too used to the rage being inside my own head. Usagi seemed to notice my reaction and hugged me tighter in response.

"Do not worry, Misaki," said Usagi soothingly, "He cannot hurt you, or anyone for that matter."

"But how…?" I asked, trailing off as my head reeled from this new development.

Usagi laughed as Kage grumbled incoherently. "Well you see," said Usagi, "angels gain power just by living. We are beacons of life and therefore life energies are just attracted to us. As you can imagine, when you live forever, the amount of energy within an angel builds up quite a bit. So much, sometimes that even mortals notice it – they can see our wings. That is why we must, from time to time, siphon the extra energy off. Usually into a possession that is precious to us, but not something that stands out and is likely to be stolen. Something like Suzuki."

Usagi paused and cast a smile-filled glance at the bear, as if he were a child adoring his toys. Kage growled at the look and Usagi continued, "Once an object is filled with enough siphoned-off energy it begins to give off an aura similar to that of a human. Demons cannot see in their bodiless forms and therefore choose hosts based on this aura. Stronger aura usually means a stronger human – a human a demon would want for his host."

Usagi paused as if to let that sink in and comprehension dawned on me. A wild grin broke out over my face as I said, "So basically, what you are saying is that Kage was stupid enough to think that Suzuki was a human host?"

"Exactly," said Usagi.

"But why doesn't he just leave then?" I asked, eyeing the bear surreptitiously. Maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to judge, I thought as the image of Kage escaping and coming back for my body flooded my mind. I shuddered involuntarily.

And somehow Usagi knew exactly what I was thinking and that made me smile. "Do not worry, Misaki," said the once-angel, "Kage cannot escape from that prison back into our world. He can no longer feed on the lives of the innocent."

"But won't he die then?" I blurted out, not really sure of why I cared. I guess living with somebody – well, something – for ten years can cause you to get a little attached to them. Even if that something was a life-sucking demon that tried to kill the man I love and then tried and kind of succeeded in killing me.

Usagi smiled and shook his head, "You are too kind, Misaki."

"Tell me about it," chimed in Kage, "Having a host with a heart sucks. Just look where it landed me."

"I don't know where you are expecting any sympathy from, demon," said Usagi, "but I will allow you to stay until you starve yourself out of this world for good." I tensed involuntarily at the last part of his statement. Starving didn't sound… nice, even if we were talking about a murderous demon.

Usagi laughed again. "I bet you did not know, Misaki," said Usagi, "that demons do not need human life to live, they just need it to live in this world. They can live indefinitely in the demon world and usually do."

"But it's so boring," complained Kage. I looked over at his bear form, surprised. I don't think I had ever heard him whine before.

"They just come here for entertainment," said Usagi, "at human and angel expense."

Suddenly I felt a lot less bad for the demon trapped in the bear on the couch across from us. But I was suddenly too distracted by Usagi's roaming hands to think any more about Kage or really anything else. "Usagi-san," I choked out, "What are you doing?"

"I seem to recall that punishment is in order for you," breathed Usagi into my ear as his hands dropped to fiddle with the waistband on my pants. I felt my face flush bright red, but I lacked the desire or willpower to stop him.

Kage did not, however. "For Shinigami's sake!" cried the demon, "Get a room. I don't even have eyelids in this stupid form…" For a moment it sounded like Kage was actually embarrassed, but I was too soon distracted by Usagi scooping me up bridal-style to know for sure.

"Very well, demon," said Usagi, me cradled in his strong arms, "But only because you do not deserve the pleasure of seeing Misaki as I plan on seeing him." The seductive growl in the older man's voice made me shiver involuntarily.

But the mood was immediately killed by Kage's reply of, "News flash, angel. I was in his head for ten years and believe it or not he did see a mirror in that time. You're not missing out on much. Especially down there. If you know what I mean."

I blushed deeply as Usagi let me slide to my feet. For a moment I actually thought that Kage's words had changed his mind about me and my heart fell. And then I saw what he was actually planning to do.

The demon laughed loudly at his own remark, apparently unaware of Usagi's approach. He did not notice until Usagi had effectively pushed the bear, face-first, into the floor. "Set me up right, you stupid rabbit!" yelled Kage.

Usagi just laughed and walked back over to me, taking my hand and saying, "Come Misaki, let's go prove that demon wrong."

If possible, I blushed even deeper as Usagi led me by the hand up the stairs.

When we had almost reached Usagi's bedroom, I stopped, pulling on his hand as I stayed rooted in place in the hallway. "What is wrong, Misaki?" asked the silver-haired man, looking down at me with surprise and concern.

"I-I," I didn't know how to start. I wanted to thank Usagi for everything. For letting me live with him and taking care of me. For giving his immortality for me and saving me. For loving me…

Usagi frowned at my hesitation. "I am sorry, Misaki," said Usagi listlessly, "I did not realize… but if you don't want to…"

It took my brain a moment to comprehend what he was saying, but once it did, my mind and body kick started into action. "No," I said loudly and I turned on him but couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. I let my hair fall into my face as my cheeks grew redder by the moment. "You've done so much more me," I said, trying to keep my voice even, "It's time I did something for you."

I looked up to see him looking down at me with a curious expression, as if waiting to see what I was about to do. The only problem was, I wasn't even sure what I was about to do. So I let my instincts take over. Which was pretty easy to do since they were all but screaming at me to jump Usagi right then and there.

But I reined in the urge at least a little and settled for standing on my tiptoes and planting a light kiss on his lips. I wound my arms up around his neck and leaned forward, he obliged leaning back into the wall for support. I let my fingers twine through his hair as he caught me around the back and our kiss deepened.

My lips worked slowly and passionately against his, but this time he didn't try to take control, which both scared me and excited me. He let my tongue probe his mouth, taking in his sweet flavor. When I pulled back we were both gasping for breath, wanting more.

I leaned forward, still on my toes to put my lips to Usagi's ear. "Thank you," I breathed, "for everything." And then I pressed my lips to his ear and kissed him. Letting my mouth trail down his neck to his collar bone. I smiled as he shivered under my touch.

"You are welcome, Misaki," said Usagi, leaning down to speak into my ear, "But it is not necessary. Having you is thanks enough."

And suddenly we were falling, controlled, but falling nonetheless. Still wrapped in each other's arms when I felt my back against the floor. And before I could react, Usagi's lips were against mine and it took all my willpower to fight back.

"No…" I moaned and Usagi drew back, looking down at me from his propped up position on his arms with a look of confusion.

"You don't want to…?" he started to ask, but I immediately shook my head, my hair falling over my face.

"That's not what I meant…" I said and I could feel the blush coming already. I didn't make eye contact when I said the next part. "It's just that you have done so much for me. I wanted to thank you by doing s-something, uh, for you…"

I chanced a peek up through my hair and Usagi's smile told me that he knew exactly what I meant. In one swift movement he flipped us and suddenly, Usagi's back was to the floor as I straddled him.

My face must have been bright red at that point as I just stared down at him in surprise. I had not been expecting to get my way that easily. "Well, what are you waiting for?" said Usagi smoothly.

"Uhh," I said unintelligently as I stared down at the man beneath me. I forced my body into actions, attacking the buttons of his shirt and failing miserably at undoing any of them. I cursed loudly as my third attempt to undo the top button failed. And then even louder as my hands slipped and I fell flat on my palms on either side of Usagi's head.

"S-sorry," I mumbled, letting my hair fall into my face to cover my blush and my eyes close to hide the tears that for some reason chose now of all times to threaten to spill over. I just couldn't seem to do anything right…

Suddenly I felt a soft touch, brush the hair back from my face, holding it out of my eyes and allowing me to meet Usagi's violet ones. He was smiling hugely – always so calm and cool and beautiful - and I felt the breath catch in my throat at his radiance. I wished that for once, I could have that sort of effect on him.

"You know," said Usagi slowly, still staring up into my eyes. I wanted to break my gaze away from his perfection but I couldn't. Some intangible string held me in place. "You really need to stop inadvertently seducing me, Misaki."

"Wh-what?" I said. Me seducing him? But he seemed so unfazed by it all…

"It's really unfair," he continued, "I am now, after all, only human."

I just blinked and stared down at him for a moment, trying to comprehend all the emotions that were vying for dominance in my mind. Only one seemed to make any coherent sense at all. "I love you, Usagi-san," I said. My voice didn't waver or hitch with nerves and I knew why.

Because it was true. The truest thing I knew.

"I love you, Misaki," said Usagi and with that he reached up and linked his arms around my neck, pulling my face down to his. And we kissed. We kissed until the moonlight met the rays of the sun, melding together, a perfect balance painted across the sky for all to see in a grand cosmic watercolor. The morning and the night, the light and the dark, as one.

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I awoke in Usagi's bed, my body cupped within Usagi's and swathed with blankets. I couldn't help but think that if Kage were here he would have made some snide comment about me being the little spoon. But he wasn't here. I was still alone on my head and that made me happy.

But not nearly as happy as the fact that I was not actually alone. That I could feel every curve of Usagi's body pressed to mine, a perfect fit. I smiled and nestled deeper into the warm embrace.

"Misaki?" came Usagi's bleary voice from somewhere behind me.

"Hm?" I replied, torn between never wanting to move again and wanting to hear Usagi's sweet voice.

"Remember last night, when I said you were to be punished for interrupting?" asked Usagi, voice still bleary with sleepiness.

"Yes…" I replied my voice sounding much giddier than I had intended it too. But if last night was punishment… I finished the thought with a not-so-well-concealed grin and began to roll over to face my lover.

But I was stopped midway with a forceful push. One that knocked me off of the bed and landed me on the floor with a soft "oof." I gathered the blankets that had fallen off the bed as well around my waist and stood. "Usagi-san," I said turning towards him, "What the hell?"

"Go," he said in a dead voice that matched his nearly lifeless eyes, "Breakfast. Now."

"Are you serious?" I asked, raising an eyebrow that I'm sure he didn't see. But hey, it's the thought that counts.

"Yes," said Usagi, still not moving, "Make eggs… they're just so… yellow." And with that he rolled over and I couldn't be sure whether or not he'd gone back to sleep. Usagi-san was not a morning person.

I sighed and leaned forward to pat Usagi on the head, ruffling his silver hair between my fingers before turning to go downstairs. I have to say that I had always thought "love" would be a bit more wonderful, enchanting and pink colored, but I couldn't really complain. I couldn't remember ever being this happy before now.

I passed Kage's prone form as I made my way to the kitchen. "I can't believe you're choosing to be a housewife over having me," said the demon as I began to crack eggs onto a pan, "At least with a demon you have some semblance dignity."

"Kage?" I said over the crackle of the stove.

"Yes, Misaki?" replied the demon.

"Shut up." And he did as I stood there making breakfast for the angel that brought a smile to my face that not even a demon could wipe away.

The end!

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