Still no internet... I have no time to write either...
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If Yuri had only one word to describe Musician, it would be small, but not only in a physical sense. Even though Musician was small in stature, he was not physically small to Yuri. Everything else about him was small in her eyes. His voice was quiet and the stutter in it made his voice seem even smaller. His body was pulled into itself and occupied as little space as possiable, which Yuri believed was not to hide himself physically, but was to mask his presence, which stayed bounded to the prision in the form of the shadow figure and the white mist. His mess of dust-covered hair seemed to belittle everything else about him and missing one of his arms did not help in his appearence. But, besides his tangled and dirty locks, there was only one other thing big about him. His stomach. Yuri visited him every chance she could and discovered that she was bringing more and more food down into the prision, and continued to leave without anything left over. But, Musician was slowly warming up to her visits and Yuri could feel that when she touched the chain that hung off his collar. The peace would not last though and Musician knew that it would be ending soon.
Shiro Fujimoto knew Yuri was doing something she shouldn't be. It was in the way she smiled slightly when she thought he was not paying attention, the large amounts of food she carried around that disappeared without a trace, and the times she came back home later than she should. This strange behavior had the word 'demon' written all over it. He also knew that Mephesto knew. If anything was happening, the demon-exorcist would know about it and all of the details. However, Mephesto giving all of the details of anything was impossiable or nearly, since it had never been attempted to extract information from him, but it was guarenteed he would say something if asked about it.
This was how he found himself in front of an iron door with a small pair of Yuri's shoes keeping the door open, standing next to the demon-exorcist himself. Mephesto was a colorful character, wearing a clown-like outfit and holding a parasol with an icecream theme, while he himself wore the exorcist uniform with a pair of sunglasses for his eyes. They did not speak as the two moved down into the newly disturbed prision and walked through glowing white mist. The mist caused Mephesto to frown as he continued, although a little slower than before, which puzzled the priest. Perhaps the mist was an anti-demon measure that had yet to fade with the other measures the exorcist of the past took to keeping out demons. Shiro scanned the different branches leading out from the stairs, and the demon-exorcist took the lead, as the cape-like attachment on his outfit swished behind him.
As the two exorcist moved down the corridor, Mephesto stopped at a random point, Shiro almost running into him. The demon stopped and a smirk stretched across his face, as he pulled his umbrella up and pointed it at the wall, before moving to poke it. Shiro, thinking the umbrella would only hit solid stone, was shocked to see the wall move out of the way, turning into a black mass with two white dots for eyes glaring at them.
"Father Fujimoto, I believe Yuri is just past that archway, behind that shadow," stated the demon with a grin on his face. But, his attention was drawn to the black mass as it turned into a person and placed it's hand under it's chin in a thinking postion.
"What would an akuma be doing with an exorcist, and wearing the uniform of one," asked a deep baritone voice he discovered was coming from the shadow, a large cartoonish grin appearing on it's face, "As curious as you are, I still do not approve of uninvited guests. Now, what to do with them~? What do you think, Clown?"
Shiro almost believed he was talking to Mephesto, until he turned and saw a pure white figure, half formed out of the mist that lit their way. The white figure slowly solidified into a clown-like cloak with a silver mask and monstorous, black and silver claw. The figure did not speak but pointed at Mephesto with it's claw, the demon fully facing the figure with his grin slowly growing.
"How remarkable~! I heard of the shadows down here turning into a person, but the mist as well! Brilliant~!" shouted Mephesto with glee, Shiro glaring at him. Leave it to a demon to not warn ahead of time if there was something to worry about. The shadow was doubled over, an insane cackle leaving the the split in it's black and featureless face.
"You should be careful, akuma~! That clown over there didn't just show up to make you laugh," stated the shadow, as it set his gaze on him, "Leave the human to me, Clown. I want him all to myself."
Shiro quickdrawed his exorcist pistol and shot at the shadow, the shadow melting away with another round of laughter. He quickly rounded on Mephesto, only to see him and the other clown-like figure in their own fight. The two clowns dodged each other, trying to land hits while the other disappeared in pink clouds and faded into mist. He drew another pistol and shot at a round of sharp black spikes the shadow threw at him, once again disappearing and reappearing behind him. He could tell off Mephesto later. The shadow was what he had to worry about.
Musician looked up as he heard a round of gunshots and checked to make sure Yuri did not notice the distant uproar. Yuri was currently brushing his newly washed hair, which felt pleasent after going so long without it being cleaned. It didn't look like she noticed the distant gunshots his Noah's power silenced. The young girl couldn't believe what a pure white his hair was, comparing it to snow and anything else fluffy and white. She kept hitting rough snags in it and apologizing if he jerked even the slightest when her brush ran through them but he did not jump from the sudden pain caused by the brush. He found it unusual and almost terrifying to be the object of some form of affection, his deceased guard only using him and nobdy else came to check on him. Being taken care of by a little girl who looked like the guard was strange in his mind, and being even genuinely nice to him scared him more than her being mean to him could ever do. She would bring him food and show him pictures of strange creatures, even telling him their names. Musician was shocked to see the picture of the floating black creature he had seen before in these cells and thought the name Coal Tar was oddly fitting for the little black creatures. The pictures Yuri made were attached to the wall and the names scrawled underneath the according picture. His hand went up and touched the cross-like cut on his throat, a feeling of displeasure rising up inside him. Sitting around while his uncle and Crowned Clown fought, it wasn't right and he knew it. He focused on the faint connection between the three different beings and called out.
'Bring them to me. I want to face them myself.'