Raynare was EXTREMELY grateful she had Harry to focus on during the flight back. It took her mind off the cold. She looked down at her arms to check on Harry to see that his eyes were closed and was peacefully snuggled into her shirt. The look on his face suggested that he enjoyed the sensation of having the wind blowing on his face and going through his hair.
'Hmm.' Raynare hummed in thought. Maybe I can take him flying more often.' The thought of her and Harry flying filled her with a warm tender feeling.
Harry strained his eyes to see the house. "T-That one?" Harry timidly pointed towards Azazel's house.
"That's the one." Raynare told him. Within seconds, Raynare landed in the front yard of the two story house of the fallen angel and walked up to the front door. Using on hand, she threw open the door and walked right in.
"I'm back!" She called out. In response, she heard snoring coming from another room. She scoffed. "And he's asleep." She muttered in annoyance. "Great."
Harry, however, was alarmed by the snoring. "W-who's that?" Harry asked feeling the tell tale signs of fear creeping up his spine.
"My stupid landlord..." Raynare replied. "He's not gonna hurt you, don't worry." Harry looked at her for a moment before he nodded, feeling more at ease after she said that.
"This is where we'll be sleeping for now on." Raynare declared as she sat down on the couch and scooped Harry up with her wing and placed him beside her. "Because assfa-I mean Azazel doesn't seem to have another bed room."
Harry patted the cushion he was sitting on experimentally and smiled at how much softer it was then the cupboard he was previously sleeping in at his Uncle's place.
Raynare watched Harry with amusement. "Getting comfy?" Raynare asked. He just nodded slowly, pressing himself as far into the cushion as he could.
'Wow, he does look comfortable!' Raynare thought in astonishment. 'The couch isn't even that good.'
Despite her hatred of the couch and how uncomfortable it was to her, she couldn't help but smirk as she watched his gleeful reaction to it. She reached over and ruffled his hair, causing him to look up at her and smile.
"It's a nice couch." He said softly.
"There are better." Raynare shrugged.
Harry stared at her in astonishment. "Really?!"
"Yeah. Too bad we're stuck on this piece of junk..." Raynare replied.
Harry tilted his head. "Piece of junk?" Harry asked her. "But it's the most comfy thing I ever was able to sit on. Uncle and Aunt wouldn't have let me sit on anything this nice."
Raynare's mouth formed into a thin line. "Well that's because they're complete monsters." She explained.
Harry quickly nodded.
Raynare smirked and patted his head. "Glad you get it." She said mirthfully. Harry smiled at her affectionate contact and opened his mouth to say something, only to stop when they heard yawning and footsteps behind them.
"Hey, Angel Girl...You back ye-" He froze when he saw Harry, then smirked. "Well, well."
Harry tensed while Raynare rolled her eyes. "Look who finally decided to wake up from his little nap." Raynare said in irritation.
"Yeah, I do love my afternoon naps." Azazel replied, yawning.
"That's very nice to know." Raynare said sarcastically. "But since you awake, how about making some lunch for us?"
"Nah." Azazel replied, walking out of the room. Raynare scowled angrily at his answer.
"What do you mean 'Nah'?" Raynare demanded.
"Don't feel like it." Azazel replied with a shrug. "I'm going back to sleep."
"Fine! I'll make lunch for me and Harry and you won't get any!" Raynare yelled angrily at the retreating form of her fellow fallen angel.
"Uh huh, whatever." Azazel said dismissively as he closed his bedroom door.
Raynare scowled as she got up from the couch stomped towards the kitchen, planning on making good on her word. 'I'll show him! I'll make the best lunch ever and he'll be so jealous that he won't be able to enjoy it!' Raynare thought evilly to herself chuckling darkly to herself.
"I'm making food and you can't have any!" She yelled towards Azazel's room, making sure that he knew she was serious.
"Don't care!" Azazel called back from his room.
The black haired women grumbled under her breathe, muttering about annoying assholes as she wrenched open the cabinets in search for something to cook. 'I mean, how hard can it be?'
Raynare noticed some bacon in the fridge. 'Hmm...What's this?' She mused to herself as she grabbed it.
She carefully examined the wrapped strips of meat, flipping it over to look at the back and smirked. 'Whatever it is, it'll be perfect.' Closing the fridge, Raynare placed the package of bacon on the counter as she went to one of the cabinets to fish out something to cook it in.
She pulled out a frying pan with a smirk. "I know exactly what I'm doing!" Meanwhile Azazel was calling the fire department in advance.
While he was alerting the proper authorities, Raynare was at a loss on what to do next.
'Now what?' Raynare asked herself when she noticed the stove.
Her head tilted as she studied the stove. "What IS this thing, anyway?" Raynare wondered, poking and prodding the stove until she turned one of the knobs, making one of the burners kick on. Raynare yelped and jumped backwards when the front left burner now had a ring of flames dancing on top of it. The fallen angel looked at the flame for a moment until she had an idea.
"Of course!" Raynare exclaimed as she took the placed the frying pan on top of it. She reached over to grab the bacon and ripped open the package before dumping the entire thing of bacon onto the pan at once.
"I'm a freaking genius!" Raynare yelled happily as she watched the bacon being cooked.
"Fire department's on the way!" Azazel opened his door and called out calmly.
"SCREW YOU AZAZEL!" Raynare turned around and yelled, not aware that at that moment, all the grease in the frying pan caught fire.
"Ah, perfect timing!" Azazel said with a smile as he heard the fire trucks arriving.
Raynare was about to retort angrily when she realized that the room was getting hotter. She turns around and her eyes widen when she noticed the grease fire that was quickly becoming a raging inferno.
"OH SHIT!" Raynare cussed loudly as she grabbed a dry towel and started to beat the fire with it in the hopes of putting out the spreading fire.
The door was kicked down, and minutes later, a group of firefighters charged into the kitchen. "Stand aside!" One of them ordered, pointing his hose at the flames. But before Raynare could react, the firefighters started to shot water at the fire and ended up hitting her as well.
She sputtered as the liquid hit her. By the time it stopped, she was soaked to the bone.
Seeing that their work was done, the firefighters left without another word, walking past a smirking Azazel who was leaning on the doorframe of the kitchen.
"Called it." The male fallen angel chimed.
"Shut. Up." Raynare seethed, crossing her arms over her chest. She was covered in foam from the fire extinguishers and water from the hoses.
"I guess that you're so called, "food so good that I would be jealous of it", isn't going to happen after all." Azazel said mockingly, purposely ignoring her warning as he walked over to the burnt food. "So what poor, unfortunate dish got flambéed?" At first glance, Azazel couldn't identify the charred remains of the food. However, he noticed that the plastic wrapping and his eyes widened in horror when he realized what was destroyed.
Azazel turned to face Raynare, the horrified look still on his face.
"That was my favorite brand of bacon." Azazel said in a whisper, a stray tear ran down his cheek as he turned to face Raynare. "Why...why would you destroy something so dear to me?" Raynare snorted in response and turned away. Azazel threw the ruined food at the back of her head, causing her to stumble and fall face first onto the floor.
Raynare made a noise that sounded like a mixture of a growl and a groan as she uneasily got back up, pure unadulterated anger pulsing through her like snake venom in a bite victim.
"You need to take responsibility for my burnt bacon." Azazel said with a pout.
"Like what?! Having said bacon thrown at my head and ended up falling on my damn face?!" Raynare hissed as she rubbed her nose.
Just then, Harry timidly poked his head into the kitchen.
"I-Is everything alright?" Harry asked in concern. "I heard a lot of yelling." Raynare's anger immediately shimmered down.
"It's fine...I'm sorry Harry...I can't cook."
"Why don't you ask one of the maids to cook?" Raynare's eye twitched.
"YOU HAVE MAIDS?!" Raynare yelled.
"Well yeah, why did you think I wasn't willing to cook?" Azazel asked with a shrug.
"Then why didn't you tell me before?!" Raynare demanded.
"I was going to, but you kept on angrily insisting on cooking. Who am I to ignore a maiden's wishes?"
Raynare wanted to tear her hair out. "I HATE you..." She said, pure venom in her tone. "I DESPISE you."
"Aww, I love you too." Azazel teasingly told her. Before she could retort, he calmly walked past her and Harry. "I'm going to my room; I'll have Maria whip something up for us." The fallen angel said as he yawned and departed.
Raynare stuck out her tongue at him as he left before turning back to Harry. "Lunch WILL be happening." She promised.
Harry smiled and nodded, just happy with the fact that Raynare was in a better then she was. Said person picked him up and gave the mildly burned stove a hate filled glare before she walked back to the living room to wait for the much anticipated lunch.