Hello lovelies! I've finally finished another story! It's taken me a few times writing and rewriting this chapter until it was satisfactory to me. I'm still not 100% satisfied, but oh well. I still think you guys will enjoy it. At least I hope you do... XD Thank you all for sticking with me throughout this whole thing! I wish I could give each and every one of you big hugs! X3

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"You do realize that once this happens it can never be undone, correct?"

"Yes, my lord."

"You will have no recollection of your life as a demon nor will you be able to return to Hell until your death. You're willing to relinquish your position as head demon, lose all of your powers and live on earth for the rest of your pathetic human life for this fallen angel?"

"Yes, my lord. My mind is made up."

The Devil gave the redhead an exasperated sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes to try to wrap his head around why a well respected and powerful demon would ever want to give up his life and become a lowly human only to have a slim possibility to be with the one he claims to love. Love. A demon and angel falling in love was ridiculous, laughable even. Just the thought made the Devil want to burst into tears and double over in laughter, but the look in the demon's eyes in front of him told him that he was anything but joking.

How did it come to this? When had everything blown up the way it did? Why had he not seen it coming? Did Jashin ever think that his star angel would fall in love with his head demon? Tch. How utterly disgusting. The very thought that they were even friends made him want to vomit blood.

"My lord?" Sasori piped up, tearing the Devil from his thoughts and earning a sharp glare in response. He cleared his throat, not needing to look up to see the disappointed and disgusted look he was receiving. "I have but one request."

"And what might that be, Sasori?"

Sasori took a breath and raised his gaze just enough to peak up at the Devil in front of him through his lashes from his kneeling position. He swallowed thickly before continuing. "I'd...like to be involved in Deidara's life in some way. I know I'm in no position to make such a request after all that I've done, but..." He shifted his gaze back to the ground in front of him, chewing on his lower lip as he thought about what exactly he was asking.

Sasori closed his eyes and balled up his fists. "My lord, please, I'd like to have interactions with my love. My reasons for doing this are for him and him alone. I know I don't deserve it, but if I could only be placed in a position where we could interact at least a little, I'd be eternally grateful."

The Devil gazed down at his demon, seeming to mull over his request for a moment as a low hum rumbled through his throat. "I see..." He blinked lazily, putting his hands on his hips and giving an exhausted sigh. "Is that your only request?"

Sasori gave a firm nod. "Yes, my lord."

The Devil shifted his deep crimson eyes to the side in thought. "Hm..." After much thought, and what felt like an eternity for Sasori, the Devil gave a low growl of some sort before narrowing his eyes at his soon-to-be ex-demon. "Rise."

Sasori obeyed, standing at attention and giving the Devil and attentive look. His superior held up a single slender hand, placing it carefully over his eyes. "There is no going back after this, Sasori. Are you absolutely sure about this?" The Devil asked once more to make sure.

Sasori gave a small, curt nod. "Yes, my lord. I've never been more sure about anything in all of my years of living." He held his breath as he felt is superior grab hold of his tail with his free hand. His body trembled with anticipation as to what was to come. He felt the grip on his tail tighten painfully and a sudden burning pain envelope the area and spread. He had to choke down a cry of agony as his tail was engulfed in a shroud of black flames, successfully burning the tail like an inferno to a small, dry twig.

Once Sasori's tail was removed, his horns quickly followed. The Devil's hand moved from where the redhead's tail once was to one horn, the black flames doing the same to each horn as it did to his tail. Sasori felt tears of pure agony burning his eyes. He fought to keep them from slipping from his ruby orbs, screwing his eyes shut and trembling from the intense pain burning every nerve in his body.

His teeth began to dull down in seconds after his demon tail and horns were burned away with the other worldly flames. He weakly cracked open his teary crimson eyes, blinking a few times as he saw nothing but blackness. The Devil sighed softly to himself as a faint red glow surrounded his other hand still placed over the redhead's eyes. "Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus. Cave qui unum vos glutiam salivam." He whispered, catching Sasori with his free arm as the redhead collapsed.

"This is such a dangerous game you two are playing; I do hope you know what you are doing." He mumbled, gazing down at the now unconscious ex-demon.

"Hey...hey, buddy, you alright?"

Sasori stirred in his sleep, a low groan rumbling in this throat as his face twisted into one of discomfort. His mocha eyes fluttered open, quickly regretting it as his arm immediately came up to block out the harsh artificial light of the room he was in. "Wh...what?" His voice came out as a raspy whisper.

His head was pounding and he felt as though he were going to be sick. The light burned his eyes and his mouth felt as though it hadn't tasted a drop of water in years. What happened? Where was he? "Oh good! I was beginning to wonder if you would ever come to." A light, cheery voice drifted in his ears.

Once his eyes had adjusted to the light a bit more, he began to scan his surroundings. His heavily lidded mocha eyes landed on a figure of a smiling woman with the strangest blue hair he'd ever seen. Their eyes met and he seemed to be captivated by her amber orbs smiling back at him. "My name's Konan, by the way. My husband found you right as you were being mugged in the street! Good thing he was there before those punks could get away with their crime." She tilted her head and frowned softly, placing a tender hand on the redhead's forehead causing him to flinch away from her touch. " You poor baby...What were you doing out there all alone at night for anyways?"

Sasori just continued to stare at the woman. What had he been doing? Where was he when her husband found him? Who the hell was her husband? He blinked, his brain finally registering that he had been asked a question. He slowly nodded his head, all of his memories suddenly came flooding back to him. Or at least what he thought were his memories.

He had been out on a walk when he was jumped by some street thugs. They hit him over the head with a baseball bat or something before proceeding to take his wallet and any other valuable items on his person. It was pretty blurry, probably due to his head injury; which would also explain his massive headache. He vaguely remembered seeing something orange...was it hair? Yeah...some man with orange hair in a police uniform cuffed the kids who attacked him and threw them in the back of his police car. But...that's all he could remember before passing out.

Sasori sat up slowly, clutching his head as he did so before giving a quiet sigh. "I..." He swallowed, trying to wet his dry mouth and sooth his sore throat. Konan seemed to notice his struggle and stood from her spot beside the bed. "Oh honey, do you need some water?" She asked tentatively, smiling when she saw the small nod from her guest. "I'll be right back, hold that thought."

Sasori watched as she left, his eyes drifting around the neat room. It felt like he was laying in a hotel room, or rather, a guest bedroom; which it probably was. Damn those punks. His head was killing him and the base of his spine felt as though it were on fire. Had he been kicked or actually burned there last night that he wasn't aware of?

He sighed, leaning back on the plush pillows propped up behind his back and lightly tracing the place on the base of his spine that was causing him so much discomfort. He blinked when he felt a small circle indent on his lower back. Is that a scar? When and how the hell did that get there?! Whatever, he didn't feel like thinking about it any longer, his head hurt too much at the moment.

His eyes shot over to the door as it re-opened, revealing a smiling Konan with a glass of water in one hand and some painkillers in the other. She strolled over to Sasori's bedside, handing him the water and a few pain pills to help with his headache. Sasori gave her a weak smile in appreciation, muttering a quiet 'thanks' before placing the tablets on his tongue and swallowing them down with a swig of water. God he was thirsty! He downed the whole glass in mere seconds!

Konan chuckled as she took a seat at the foot of the guest bed, placing her hands in her lap and smiling sweetly at the redhead. "Wow, you sure were thirsty, huh?" She giggled before tilting her head. "Now, what was it you were saying before? Oh! Right, you were going to tell me what you were doing alone in the streets at night."

Sasori nodded in confirmation before clearing his throat and continuing. "Right...I was...just taking a walk when some thugs attacked me." He furrowed his brows in thought. "I'm not sure why I was out for a walk so late, nor do I remember where I was going or heading to..." He sighed before offering the bluenette woman a kind smile. "I'm very grateful to you and your husband for helping me out and stopping those damned kids from taking my things."

Konan waved a dismissive hand in front of the redhead. "Oh stop~ We're happy to help!" She chirped, patting the ex-demon's messy red hair much like a mother would to a child. Both of their heads snapped to the door as someone knocked on it before entering. "Oh! Pein, darling, you're home~! Our guest finally woke up not too long ago."

Sasori blinked as an auburn haired man clad in a policeman's uniform stepped into the room. Well seems his memory wasn't so terrible; he did see a ginger man in a policeman's uniform that night. But what he didn't remember or notice at the time were all those piercings! How the hell was that guy even allowed to be a police officer with all of those? Maybe he was one hell of a cop? Maybe...but damn, those eyes! He'd never seen eyes like that before. Not only were they an interesting shade of purple, but they also had strange rings inside of them. Very fascinating indeed...

"Hello, sir. The name's Officer Pein, but you can call me Pein." The overly pierced man's guttural voice sounded in his ears, tearing him from his thoughts.

Sasori glanced down at the man's extended hand before hesitantly reaching for it with his own pale hand. "Sasori." He responded as he shook the man's hand.

Konan watched the two with a smile, turning her attention to the redhead and giving him a questioning look. "Well, Sasori; when you're felling better, would you like a ride home?"

The ex-demon nodded at the woman's offer before pausing. Home? Where was his home? Did he have a home? Of course he did, but... His brows furrowed as he tried to remember where he lived or if he even had a home. Why couldn't he remember anything? Wow, that blow to his head must've jarred his brain a bit. It's a wonder he even remembered his own name.

Konan seemed to noticed the redhead's inner conflict and give him a soft smile. "How about we all talk later? You just woke up after all; you need your rest." She said as she stood, grabbing Pein's hand in her own and leading them out of the room to allow the redhead to rest.

Sasori watched them leave before sighing heavily and slumping down in the blankets. Why did he have such a large portion of his memories missing? Was it really because of his attack? Or... He shook his head, ridding him of all thoughts for the moment. He didn't want to think; right now, all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. Perhaps his memories would return after he's well rested and further recovered.

-One month later-

Sasori's memories began to return to him slowly. He'd remembered that he didn't actually have another place to go and that he was currently unemployed. He'd recently had his home repossessed after he'd lost his job and was drifting from town to town looking for work and a place to stay. He was originally from Suna and had no living relatives save for his grandmother whom he had no contact with.

His parents had died when he was a mere five years old and left him in his grandmother's care. He'd always been a good student when it came to grades, but he was a troublemaking hellraiser, thus leading to his lack of home and job. Konan, being the big hearted woman she is, offered Sasori a room in their home after talking it over with her husband. Pein agreed and also took it upon himself to help find the troublemaking redhead a job so long as he could contain himself and try to behave.

Sasori didn't see a better option so agreed to control himself for the time being. He was currently working at a coffee shop in town a few blocks from Konan and Pein's apartment where he was currently living. The job at the coffee shop was boring, to say the least, but he promised Pein and Konan that he would try his best to keep it. Besides, he was Sasori Akasuna, he could easily find entertainment in the simple things or stir up some trouble with customers and fellow employees to keep from dying of boredom.

He found today to be particularly interesting. He'd caught ear that there would be a new young cashier starting today since the previous woman complained of sexual harassment, having the asshole redhead break her heart, and a long list of complaints Sasori didn't bother to remember from her resignation letter to their boss he'd found and carelessly read without either of their permissions. Huh, wonder who would do such a horrid thing as to torture a poor, innocent young woman like that.

Sasori smirked smugly to himself as he wiped down the counter. He couldn't help but to cause trouble and leave a path of broken hearts and destruction in his path. It was in his nature. In his blood. And it was fun and amusing as hell, so why the fuck not?

He chuckled softly to himself, glancing over his shoulder to see two of his co-workers whispering to one another. They froze when his mocha eyes met theirs, sending them a charming grin and showing off his pearly white teeth as they stared back at him. One of them blushed and quickly looked away while the other one scoffed and rolled their eyes before dragging their friend to the back room.

Sasori rolled his eyes and continued smirking to himself as he moved from around the counter to one of the tables, wiping them down and throwing away trash he happened to find on or around the tables as he tidied up. He was always the first one to arrive and the last to leave. It's not like he had any particular reason to go home or leave early; besides, he'd like to give Konan and Pein as much privacy as he could since they were kind enough to allow him to stay there. He's grown rather fond of them and even thought of them as friends.

Friends. Tch. Since when did he have friends? He'd never had any real friends growing up, only the ones who liked to get into trouble and trash shit like him. They weren't even friends; more like, people with common interests whom he associated with. Not friends. He didn't give a flying fuck about any of those assholes nor did he even attempt to stay in contact with them over the years.

It was nice to have real friends. Is this what he was missing out on all those years ago? Growing up, he never cared to get close to anyone even as something as simple as friendship since his parents died. He didn't want to build a bond with someone and have them leave him again. It was painful and something he would do anything to avoid having happen again. Maybe that's the reason he's the hellraising asshole he is today. Maybe...

"Excuse me, hm?"

Sasori narrowed his eyes as he was torn from his thoughts, turning his head to glance at the person who'd spoken to him. He blinked a few times, turning to fully face the man in front of him. Damn he's hot! His long blonde hair reaching about mid back looked so silky and soft it made him want to reach out and run his fingers through it. His sparkling baby blue eyes were so honest looking and something that he could easily get lost in. As his eyes traveled down the other man's body, he noted the shirt clinging to the blonde's toned body just right. The way those tight jeans hugged every curve of his slender legs. God damn, everything about this guy screamed; fuck me!

"Uh...are you alright, dude, un?" The blonde piped up, waving a hand in front of Sasori's face and giving him a questioning look.

Sasori blinked a few times, frowning slightly at what the other male had just said. That voice...he's heard it somewhere before. Hell, the guy looked so damn familiar but he just couldn't put his finger on it. Is he a famous model or something? Nahh. He'd know if he was, who wouldn't recognize a sexy piece of ass like that?

He licked his lips, his eyes slowly drifting back up the other male's body to his baby blues as they locked eyes with each other. He noticed a faint blush on the other's cheeks as he was checking him out and held in a chuckle at how adorable this guy was. His lips twitched upwards into a flirtatious smile as he gazed at the blonde with bedroom eyes. "I'm quite alright. What can I do for you~?" He purred, watching the blonde's every movement as if he were his prey. Which he now officially was.

Deidara shifted awkwardly, chewing on the inside of his cheek and furrowing his brows as a sudden wave of déjà vu crashed over him. Did he know this guy? He looked awfully familiar... Ah well, that can wait. He was here for a job, damn it! He cleared his throat and tried to ignore the other man's hungry stare. "I-I'm here for the...job. Today's suppose to be my first day, yeah."

Sasori perked up at hearing this. So this hottie's the new guy, huh? Oh this was going to be hella fun~ He thought, his flirtatious smile turning into a mischievous grin. "Is that so? Well, I'm so glad to hear that~ Seems we'll be working together, cuttie." He gave a coquettish wink and stepped closer to the blonde, extending his hand to him. "My name's Sasori, by the way. And what may I call you~?"

Deidara's eyes widened and his jaw went slack at that. Sasori. Sasori. Where had he heard that name before...? Oh! His dream! But...how the fuck could he have dreamt of someone he'd only just met today?! What's going on here? His head began to hurt, his stomach was in knots and his heart had picked up in pace.

"Hm...if you don't tell me your name, I'm going to assume you don't have one." Sasori said as his smirk grew. "So I'll just have to give you one." He eyed Deidara up and down, putting a finger to his chin in thought. "Hm...how about Sexy-ass? Or maybe Cutiepie~ Or how about-"

"Deidara. It's Deidara, asshole, un." Deidara interrupted, slapping the redhead's hand away and sending him a sharp glare although it wasn't nearly as threatening as he would've liked it to be due to the now apparent and dark blush on his cheeks.

"Tch. Brat." Sasori clicked his tongue at the blonde before pausing and blinking a few times. "Wait...Deidara?" He repeated, narrowing his eyes at the other man and leaning closer. "Do I know you from somewhere? You're way to fucking familiar for some reason and it's pissing me off that I can't place my finger on it."

Deidara placed his hands on his hips and eyed the redhead up and down lazily. "Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing, hm." Their eyes met once more, holding the eye contact for what felt like an eternity. Neither one saying anything as they continued to stare into each other's eyes, searching for something. What they were searching for, they weren't entirely sure themselves; just something to make sense of this whole bizarre situation.

Sasori hummed lowly in thought before his signature smirk returned to his face. He snaked one arm around the blonde's waist and pulled him to his chest, their faces mere inches apart. Deidara squeaked at the action, his blush darkening as he felt the redhead's hot breath tickling his nose. He glared up into mocha eyes but made no attempt to escape the other's hold.

Sasori leaned closer to the blonde before whispering, "Well, Deidara...I look forward to working with you." He went to capture the younger male's lips in a kiss before stumbling as he was shoved away from the blonde.

Deidara held his glare, a smirk of his own playing on his lips. "As do I, Sasori, un. I can tell this will be most interesting."

The ex-demon couldn't help the wicked grin creeping it's way onto his lips. "I couldn't have said it better myself, brat."

It started as a demon's lust and ended in an angel losing his wings. Neither were prepared for the road their destinies would lead them to, but both must learn to live with the choices they've made. Once the thin line between love and hate is crossed, what is to come may end up destroying them both from the inside out, leaving nothing more than empty shells of the people they once were whether it be because of their hate for one another or their love.

It's all one big game. Sometimes the rules change and new members are involved. Sometimes bridges have to be crossed while others are burned. Whatever the case may be, they both decided to play knowing of the consequences; now they have to deal with whatever is to come next as they're stuck between Heaven and Hell.

THE END!

Yeah, I still don't know if I'm completely satisfied with that ending, but I've already re-written it twice and didn't feel like doing it for a third time so here it is! But yep! There it is! Thank you all sooooooo much, again, for sticking with me and reading this the whole way through. I love you all! :D

So, I left it like this on purpose. I had an idea for a sequel and thought I'd leave it open rather than close it and stuff away that idea. However, it is JUST an idea; I have no plot or anything thought out about it just yet. BUT, I will get started on it as soon as I can if you guys REALLY want this to be continued. Hm, let's see...if I can get at least 10 people who want to see this continued, I'll make a sequel. That's a lot, I know; but if I write a sequel I wanna make sure people read it, ya know? XD

For those of you wondering; "Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus. Cave qui unum vos glutiam salivam." very roughly translates to, "Love is rich with both honey and venom. Be careful which one you consume/ingest." It's not the best translation...but I'm still learning.

Anywhoo~ I hope you all enjoyed! Don't forget to review and have a beautiful day~