Protecting a Demon

Chapter 3

Musashi stared silently at Hiruma's back his gut twisting violently,

Musashi snarled, kicking the wall closest to him violently. Hiruma turned, his eyebrows raising when he saw the damage to the wall, Musashi didn't care, he started furiously pacing back and forth across the small office, getting only a handful of strides in before he had to turn around again.

Hiruma watched from his desk, occasionally blowing a gun bubble. Musashi's strides gradually slowed before he came to a stop in the middle of the office, his eyes were distant and when he finally turned them back towards Hiruma it didn't seem as if he was looking at him at all.

"So," Musashi murmured very slowly, carefully. "Am I correct in assuming I am supposed to be protecting you from the devil?"

Another gum bubble than a small nod.

"Because as his subordinate you can't disobey his direct command."

His muscles tightened and he looked away.

"And why the hell are you on earth avoiding him?"

"Tch, fucking fed, you're asking too many damn questions, it my turn to get some details straight. I must be correct in stating that you have had a run in with him before huh? And managed to get away, there's no other reason they would send you."

Musashi folded his arms tightly across his chest, "Trust me there are more reasons than that for them to send me, but yes you are correct, I have indeed met your father and walked away from it."

Hiruma's head tilted back slightly and his characteristic grin flashed across his mouth, "So you're more sensitive to him now. You will be able to sense him sooner than most people." Hiruma's smile didn't leave his face as his eyes slid down Musashi's body, "but that also means you've tasted temptation, you're going to be more susceptible now."

Musashi shivered as a hot flash traveled across his body, he strongly denied to himself that it actually had anything to do with Hiruma; it was just because he was a demon, nothing more…hopefully.

…..

The club workers eyed Musashi as if he was a ten pound steak from a five star restaurant and they were trying to determine if he was good enough for their boss, and who would get him if he wasn't.

Musashi had been in a lot of bad situations and he didn't get intimidated easily, he kept his pose casual, hands still buried in his pockets but he sternly met the gaze of every person in the room, just letting them know that he wouldn't back down to anyone.

The chameleon that Hiruma had introduced as Rui growled, taking a violent step towards him. "You expect us to give up your wellbeing to some nameless punk of the street that we've never met before?"

Musashi paused for a moment waiting to see if Hiruma would take the lead but he just looked at him with a raised eyebrow slowly blowing a bubble. Musashi stifled a sigh than cracked a smile calmly throwing his arm around Rui's shoulders. "Come now, I'm not looking to upset anyone or undermine any one's authority. You are still the head of security and will work the hardest to protect him hear, I'm just around to give a little extra oomph, especially for when you guys aren't at work. Just a little added layer of protection."

The words were important and they visibly relaxed most of the staff, but the real important part of the play had been getting close enough to have contact with Rui who had fallen silent and still with Musashi's arm around him. Musashi felt a small tinge of guilt knowing he was purposefully influencing the guy, but he needed his support or else the entire staff would possibly turn against him.

With a charming grin Musashi let Rui go who stared at him, stunned a moment, before stepping back into the crowd of workers.

"Now that the pissing contest is over, all you fucktards can go home." Hiruma snarled, his rifle appearing from somewhere into his hands.

There was a mass rush for the doors; obviously they had a lot of practice getting out of Hiruma's way when he didn't want them around. Only Rui hesitated, eyeing Musashi, Musashi gave him a small smile before turning to fallow the demon who was currently storming back towards his office.

Musashi fallowed at a more sedated pace, entering the office behind Hiruma who was laid out fully clothed across a sofa that was pushed against a wall. He held his rifle in one hand, the butt end resting against the ground, his other arm was thrown over his face so that only the bottom half was visible. Even in a seemingly relaxed position he looked tense, guy definitely had some problems.

Musashi sighed, before sliding off his jacket and gun holster. He flicked the light switch off before carefully making his way over to the sofa. He sat down on the floor and leaned his back against the sofa, arranging his arms so that he could comfortably hold his pistols, even though they would be little use against the devil.

"What are you doing, old man?" the voice was muffled by his arm but Musashi heard him clearly.

"My job," Musashi replied calmly, "I'll be right next to your side until we get this all figured out. Get some rest; I'll keep an eye out for you."

Above him Hiruma's arm shifted just enough to show a small smile before he rolled onto his side away from Musashi. "Don't over work yourself fucking fed, you won't be any good to me if you do."

…

It was the smell that first woke him up; it was always the smell that came first. Dark, tantalizing, it was the first sign of his presence. He was searching for his son.

Musashi closed his eyes for a moment, furrows appearing between his eyebrows. Slowly just the faintest whit hue started to emanate from his skin, opening his eyes with a quite sigh he shifted until he could rest his hand on top of Hiruma's, the white glow slowly crawled down his arm and onto Hiruma, spreading across him until it encompassed his whole body.

Musashi sat like that, his hand on top of Hiruma's, time ticking along slowly, while a white glow surrounded them, until the presence he felt started to fade. By the time Musashi felt safe releasing the safeguard there were no doubts that night was about to set in again and the club would soon be opening.

….

Musashi entered the room, a carrier with three steaming cups held carefully in his grip as he one handed opened the door. Hiruma was sitting up on the couch, rubbing his hand. His eyes flashed to Musashi who closed the door behind him.

"He found me last night, didn't he; son of a bitch never gives up."

Musashi shook his head as he set the carrier on Hiruma's desk. "No, he looked for you but he didn't find you."

"But he'll know that something was hidden from him, he'll send someone to check it out."

Musashi shrugged before handing one of the coffee's to Hiruma who took a drink than raised one eyebrow at him. Embarrassed Musashi shrugged, "Figured we could both use a boost, I got two for myself, I asked Rui to send someone to pick them up, didn't know how comfortable you are with your staff so I went down stairs and picked it up myself. And I'm going to need you to tell me if anyone sets off any alarms, I'm not sure how well ill pick up on a demon who is disguising itself."

There was a moment of tense silence before Hiruma spoke matter-of-factly, "I thought you had run fed." Musashi looked down at Hiruma in surprise, but he wasn't looking at him, instead staring at the wall as if he was about to put a bullet through it.

Musashi sighed and took a drink of his own coffee, "Nope boss, I'm here for the long haul."