A/N: Thank you everyone for reading chapter four of my story! I hope that you review!

Satan

It was December 15, and I was walking home from work. I had my hands in my pockets and was mentally congratulating myself on fooling another miserly bastard. It had been fun. On my way home I stopped to look at a large, stone fountain in the middle of one of True Cross's many squares. It cast dancing, colored lights and several statues of angels stood at the top. I was about to keep walking when I noticed someone sitting on the rim of the fountain. Her knees were pulled tight to her chest and she had her arms wrapped protectively around her torso. A dark curtain of hair obscured her face. I recognized her immediately.

I changed my course of direction and started striding quickly towards her. "Yuri?" I called out.

She started at the sound of her name and looked up to see me approaching. I stopped in front of her.

"Why are you out by yourself so late?" I asked worriedly.

"Doesn't matter," she murmured, pushing more hair in front of the left half of her face.

I grabbed her shoulder immediately and wrenched her around to face me. With my free hand I pushed back her hair to reveal all of her face. She stared up at me in terror with one swollen-shut eye. A blue and purple bruise had bloomed around it. Rage rumbled within me and threatened to flood out of my eyes, nose, and mouth. My voice trembled with forced calm as I spoke my next words.

"Who did this to you, Yuri?"

Tears bubbled up in her right eye and spilled over her cheek. "A-at school… Michelle s-said that… that I was sleeping w-with three… three different b-boys. Arthur f-found out and h-he…he hit me…" she sobbed, her body shaking in my grasp.

"Where does he live?" I asked urgently with my nails digging into her shoulder.

"21 D-Dove Street…" she stammered. She looked so sad and broken. And it made me beyond furious. I had a wrath that could shake mountains and trigger tsunamis.

"Stay right here, okay? Do not move. Don't go home. Don't go to anyone else's house," I told her, touching her cheek gently, "I will be right back. I promise that I will be right back."

I let go of her and started a mad dash toward Dove Street. I pumped my arms as fast as I could and made a sharp right turn. The cold wind whipped my face but it was the least of my worries. Someone had hurt Yuri and that made me angrier than I had ever been in my entire life. I made a skidding turn onto Dove Street and looked wildly between the house numbers. Number 21 was directly in front of me. I ran up and slammed my fist into the dark wood so hard I probably made a dent. The door opened and Arthur opened it looking as fussy and irritated as ever.

"What do you- You're that demon!" he exclaimed. He attempted to slam the door in my face but I shoved my foot into the crack before he could.

I pushed the door open wide and muscled my way into his house. He stepped back, looking alarmed. With gritted teeth, I pulled my fist back. WHAM!

He staggered away from me into an end table, blood dripping from his mouth.

I advanced on him. There was certainly more where that came from.

"Who the hell are you?" he snarled, groping around on the end table for something.

"You hurt Yuri! For that I'll make you pay!" I shouted, kneeing him in the stomach.

He snatched a gun off the table and pointed it straight at my head. "She deserved what she got!" he said, spitting up blood onto his white shirt.

I froze, unsure of what to do. Would he really shoot me? Well, it isn't like I hadn't been shot at before. We stood like that for what felt like hours. I had to do something. I jumped forward and slapped the gun out of his hands to where it fell to the ground several feet away from us. Without his weapon, he sighed and held up his hands.

"Okay. I give up," he said bitterly, through a mouthful of blood.

I shoved him into the wall for good measure before striding out of his house and down the street. When I was back at the square Yuri was exactly where I left her. I jogged up to her and looked down at her small form.

"I'm back," I said.

She looked up and sniffed. "Wh-why are you being so nice to me? You hate me…"

I blinked and brushed a few strands of dark hair out of her face. "I…I don't hate you, Yuri."

Yuri

There I was, looking up at his face when he did the completely unexpected. He leaned down and kissed me. My eyes widened in shock as his lips caressed mine. Why in the world was he kissing me?! Every time we talked he was awful to me! But despite myself, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I let my uninjured eye close and felt his hands around my waist. In my life, I had kissed my few boyfriends. I had even kissed Arthur. But I had never kissed or been kissed like this. There was a desperate passion made evident as he ran his tongue gently across my lower lip. My eye widened and I parted my lips mostly in pure shock. He deepened our kiss with a strong confidence I had never known before. But too soon, I had to breathe. I pulled away and stared at him, breathing heavily. He smiled slightly and scooped me up princess-style in his arms.

"Come back to my house tonight," he said.

"Okay," I replied. Needless to say, I was still in shock.

He started off towards his house and I snuggled against his chest. I could hear his heart beating. It was steady and comforting. I closed my eyes and let myself be absorbed by his warmth.

"We're here," he whispered after a few minutes. He pushed open the door and stepped inside.

"YURIII!" shouted Mephisto, Astaroth, and Amaimon in sync.

I smiled brightly and waved at them. "Hi, boys!"

Shura stood up from the couch and her eyes widened at the sight of my injury. 'Don't worry about it,' I mouthed at her. She nodded and turned to Satan's sons who were now gathered around him and me.

"Come on, boys. It's time for bed. Your daddy and Yuri have important grown-up things to talk about," she said, shooing them gently upstairs.

There was a chorus of 'awws' but Shura eventually got them into bed.

Satan laid me down gently on the couch and then crouched beside me. "We need to treat that injury of yours. He turned to Shura. "Can you get a cold washcloth?"

She nodded and jogged off into the kitchen. When she returned she handed the washcloth to Satan. "What happened to you, Egin?" she asked.

Satan pressed the cold compress over my eye and answered so I wouldn't have to. "Some bitch at her high school was spreading rumors that she was sleeping with a lot of different guys. Her boyfriend found out and hit her," he said in a forced calm, drawing his fingers down the side of my face.

"That bastard! Did you give him a good pounding, Satan?" asked Shura.

"You can bet I did," he said. He stood up and picked up a fuzzy blanket from the coffee table. He unfolded it and laid it over me.

Shura smiled sadly at me. "I'm sorry, Egin. Well I gotta go."

Satan handed her some bills and she tucked them into the pocket of her shorts. She waved to us and walked out the door, closing it gently behind her.

"You'll be okay here, right?" he asked me.

I nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

He smiled and ruffled my hair. "Come get me if there's anything you need." He turned around and started toward the stairs but I caught his sleeve before he could.

"S-Satan?" I asked quietly.

"Yes?"

I looked away and blushed deeply. "W-will you… stay by my side…until I fall asleep?" I asked embarrassedly.

He chuckled and laid down on the couch next to me. Somehow, we were able to lie next to each other in the small space. I curled up next to him and rested my head on top of his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair and wrapped his free arm around my waist. Slowly I fell into a deep, deep sleep. I felt safe in his arms. Safer and more free than I had ever felt in the arms of Arthur.

"So if Yuri's Aurora, does that make us the fairies?"

I opened my eyes slowly and pulled myself up to a sitting position. The now dry and warm washcloth slipped off my face. Astaroth, Amaimon, and Mephisto were standing in front of me, looking interestedly up at me.

"No way! She can't be Sleeping Beauty if she woke up without being kissed!" Mephisto reprimanded Astaroth.

"She's pretty enough to be Sleeping Beauty," Amaimon said quietly.

I giggled. "Hi, boys. How's your hamster, Amaimon?" I asked. Last time I had been over here he hadn't stopped holding his hamster.

"Behemoth is good," he said bashfully.

I smiled and stood up. "Where's your daddy?"

"Daddy's in the kitchen, making breakfast!" Mephisto told me proudly.

"Is he a good cook?" I asked.

"He's the best!" Astaroth asserted.

I smiled and walked into the kitchen. Sure enough, Satan was scrambling eggs. He wore a light blue apron. It reminded me of the fluffy, pink one Shiro had given me once. I had never used it since cooking was not one of my strong suits.

"Good morning," he told me, flashing me a smile.

"Good morning!" I replied, opening his fridge. I pulled out the bacon and began laying some down on a plate.

"What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously.

"Microwaved bacon!"

After breakfast, I returned back to my house and tried to slip in inconspicuously. Maybe Dad wouldn't notice me…

"YURI! Where have you been?!" shouted my dad, marching up to me. He stood in between me and the stairs up to my room.

Damn.

"I was at a friend's house last night!" I said in defense.

"Listen, Michelle's mother called me and said that Michelle told her you'd been doing some very sinful things. And you broke up with Arthur!"

I couldn't help it. I completely lost it. "OH MY GOD, DAD! MY BOYFRIEND JUST GAVE ME A BLACK EYE! OF COURSE I BROKE UP WITH HIM! AND DO YOU SERIOUSLY CARE MORE ABOUT THE FACT THAT THERE'S A RUMOR OF ME DOING BAD THINGS MORE THAN MY INJURY?!"

"If you seriously were sinning so grievously than you got what you deserved!" he shot back.

I screamed in rage and ran past him up the stairs. I hated him! I HATED HIM!