New home

Shitsuo closed his eyes feeling the raven's warmth against him as he was pressed down. Above them was an ongoing debate about the fate of the future of angels and demons. "You have our terms. We will return when you have a favourable answer." All the chairs on the demon's side scraped back simultaneously.

"What now? We can't hand over heaven's doll. It belongs to us." Right now he couldn't even feel angry. His entire being in the hands of the sly fox demon. "We would lose an archangel."

"Then what do we do? Imprison the doll?" His eyes flew open staring up into the soft pink ones above him.

"We give the orders. They will be followed without question. Heaven's doll will keep itself hidden."

The chairs on the other side scraped back, his fellow archangels leaving through the portal. So that's what it came down to. That's what everyone thought his existence was worth. "They're gone." Slowly the demon slid off of him "You can come out now." Doing as he was told Shitsuo stood in front of his one and only master.

Soft fingers brushed against his cheek. "I have to say you are beautiful, even more than I imagined." Shitsuo said nothing watching the bushy tail swish. "I have given you freedom in exchange for being your only master. No one will command you any more. It may be wise to pretend though. You can talk you know."

"Why? Why would you do this? We just met." When would the raven stop touching his face as if he cared?

"Why not? We have just met but I've known about you for a long time. You should go, the archangels will be looking for you. Until we meet again, Shitsuo." The blond watched as his new master turned away slowly gliding through the portal. He could feel something inside him tug, urging him to go through the portal.

Turning away, the freed angel stepped back through the portal, leaving him standing in front of the oldest arch angel. "Shitsuo, sit down." There was no urge to obey, his body hadn't been forced to sit down. "Good. It worked. You should go home now, your mother will be worried." Shitsuo blinked in confusion. Just who was this angel? "And Shitsuo, tell that wayward daughter of mine to be careful." The door closed just as it clicked.

"Stop gawping. You look like a tourist." Shizuo glared at the raven, his head turning as something blue drove past him – a car as the demon called it. "Shizu-chan, do you not recall when I said move quickly? Although the demons and angels are separated, the humans can go where they want. The smart ones use them as spies."

The raven was irritating and full of himself, if all demons were like this he was going to get into a lot of fights. "Maybe if you didn't skip around like an idiot." The two of them bickered as they made their way to where the leader of Ikebukuro lived. No doubt it was another stupid high rise.

It didn't help that everyone kept looking at him or maybe it was only because he was next to Izaya. "Shizu-chan hurry up." What was with that damn nickname? His eyes narrowed seeing a purple light streak across. That must be the barrier. Instead of moving towards it, they were moving away. "Alright, I'm coming." Already he missed his life in heaven.

He was right. Izaya lived in a stupidly tall building, on the top floor. "Here hold these." The rest of the books were dumped on top of the pile he was holding. Shizuo growled unable to see. Faintly he could hear a key turning in a lock. "Here we are, home sweet home. Come in, Shizu-chan." Taking a step forward, Shizuo struggled with the pile making his way through the door.

It wasn't long until his vision cleared staring into crimson eyes. "You can read those later. That is if you can read, I don't have to teach you do I?" His fist clenched placing the books down on the floor. "Shut up!" This was going to be a nightmare. How long until he could leave? Maybe he could live with Delic.

Somehow the apartment was different from what he had thought. Like the office he had been in, a large window showed a perfect view. In front was a large desk. In the centre of the room was a comfy looking sofa, in front of that was a silver square. Taking a step forward he heard a sigh. "Shizu-chan, don't touch the television." Was that what it was called?

Behind the television was a closed door. On the opposite side of the room was another three doors all closed. An arm looped around his pulling him to the first door. "Through here we have the kitchen. I doubt you know how to cook, so for now stay out." Shizuo grumbled as he was led the other side, the first door on the left.

"This is my bedroom." Shizuo turned away, as if he wanted to see the demon's room.

"Where do I sleep?" Crimson eyes narrowed yet that smirk never faded.

"So impatient. This is the bathroom and the door at the end is your room." So he would be staying in a guest room.

Pushing open the door, Shizuo expected the room to be cluttered. Instead it was empty, the walls were white, there were no pictures hanging up or anything to suggest the room had ever been used. Izaya stood arms folded against the door, while he stepped into the room. A large made bed sat in the centre of the room resting back against the wall. On the left hand side was a door no doubt leading to the bathroom. On the other side was an empty closet and chest of drawers. It was as if the demon knew he would be coming.

No that couldn't be, everything was plain and white without a tint of colour. Maybe the damn demon was looking for a room mate to torment and he had just been the unlucky one to be picked. Not like he had a choice in the matter. He hadn't had a choice since he had locked himself out of heaven.

"Choose your own colours and let me know what you need. For the time being you won't be leaving." Shizuo shook his head taking a seat at the end of the bed. The bed was much bigger than his one at home.

"...Thanks, I guess." It wasn't like he had asked for it but still things could've been worse, he could have been handed over to the higher demons.

"No problem, I'll teach you all you need to know. Ah, I almost forgot." Shizuo blinked as Izaya skipped from the room returning with a basket. "Everyone gets a gift basket once they have been accepted. I don't just permit anyone to come here." Narrowing his eyes he made sure he kept focused on the demon, he still didn't trust him.

"Most of it is my idea. You can have a look later." The basket was handed to him the lid lifted. "There is just one thing I need you to open." The demon dropped something into his open palm. "That's a fortune cookie-" At the word cookie Shizuo took a bite grimacing. A small roll of paper fell into his lap. "Ugh! That's awful." Izaya shrugged, sitting next to him.

"I didn't say it would taste good. The oracle makes them and lets just say she can't cook. Though since she doesn't have a head she can be excused. Well? Open it."

Taking the bottle from the basket, Shizuo unscrewed the lid guzzling the fizzy liquid down. Anything to get rid of the disgusting taste in his mouth. Unrolling the piece of paper he was surprised to see it was in the angel language, the words seemed to shimmer.

When cat and dog collide

A lonely wolf cannot hide

A vengeful bit will be for naught

The trickster fox will be caught

The hyper child won't stay calm

The prideful king can do no harm

A child forever lost and found

The purest one will be bound

The loyal one can't disobey

Blackened wings will turn grey

The calmest one will start it all

When the strongest wakes all shall fall

Shizuo blinked reading the words. What the hell did any of it mean? "I knew it! I was right." Next to him the demon broke out in crazed laughter clapping his hands together. Why did he have to believe in the stupid words? Grabbing hold of each side the paper was ripped in two, the words seemed to melt vanishing in a flash of green.

He knew how Shizuka felt about fortune telling, she would always say it was absolute crap and that everyone had their own path to create. Shizuo was going to follow the same thought, refusing to believe his future was set in stone. Crimson eyes gleamed at him, a smirk touching his lips. "What?" The raven only shrugged, licking along his palm.

"Nothing at all. Are you hungry, Shizu-chan?" He hadn't noticed with everything that had happened but now that he could finally relax knowing where he would sleep tonight, his stomach grumbled loudly. "Here in the human realm you'll always feel hungry, you'll probably sleep more too." At that his room-mate yawned. "You're lucky I brought some earlier."

Shizuo sighed dropping back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling he wondered if everyone was okay or if the archangels knew what he was. Brushing his thumb over his halo, his stomach grumbled again. His face felt hot, his head and lower back slightly itchy. "Shizu-chan, this is the best thing you will ever taste."

Sitting up his nose twitched. "Its fish?" He preferred chocolate and cakes, anything sweet would do. Izaya looked horrified. "This is ootoro, the most delicious thing in the human realm." It didn't look or smell nice at all. Even so he was hungry and took a bite. "See its delicious." Shrugging in response he watched the raven's face drop. "Its not bad."

"Not bad? Shizu-chan you gave no taste. What do you like then?" The raven moved closer swiping the rest of his food.

"Something sweet, oh and chocolate." Crimson eyes widened slightly, Izaya grabbed his stomach doubling over. "What the fuck is so funny?"

"Chocolate? Chocolate is your favourite? Ah you really are unlucky." He really wasn't going to get along with the demon.

The room was dark, lit up by the strobe lights that flashed across the stage. On the stage were three long thick poles, each one was occupied. His sharp eyes took in the slim dancer's movements watching her long hair toss as she grinded and swayed to the music. The surrounding crowd cheered loving the entertainment.

Walking away from the dancers, the blond straightened out his jacket, heading past a locked door that was for VIPs only. It was his club his rules and he wasn't going to worry about the stupid enforcers that would come around to do their regular checks on behalf of Ikebukuro's great leader. "Delic-sama, you have a guest."

His own office was quieter and secluded. "Yeah, sure." Removing his headphones that had become a fashion accessory, the fallen angel slipped an arm around the guest's waist. The door closed behind them leaving them in privacy. The woman had short choppy hair, a large chest and pin like legs that left nothing to the imagination.

The demon pressed up against him, begging to be closer. "So? Anything new I should know about?" She hadn't been hard to charm at all, a few touches and she was putty in his hands. His hands dived under the way too short skirt, pressing her back against his large desk. "Ah! D-Delic. I think one of your brothers is in Ikebukuro."

That was impossible, the two older ones were goody two shoe archangels. Which meant it would either be Shizuo or Tsukishima. Since the youngest was doted on, he would guess it was Shizuo. "And? What happened? Tell me and I'll give you what you want." His other hand slipped under the back of the demon's top, his finger tips glowing faintly as he unclipped the strapless bra.

"Izaya-sama took him, I didn't see where they went. Please, its too much. I-I need it." Adding just a touch more, his jacket slipped from his shoulders, along with his shirt, his large blackened wings spanning wide across the office. It was very possible that his younger brother had become a fallen. Shizuo was another one that didn't like rules and that temper...

Delic groaned low, feeling his pants tighten at the thought. How many nights had he lamented not being able to see his beloved brother? "D-Delic-sama? You look happy." The demon's eyes were glazed, grinding into him, her fingers on his belt.

"Oh, I am. I never told you how I became a fallen, did I?" The woman shook her head. "But I won't tell you, why should I trust Izaya's whore?"

If it was indeed Shizuo that was in Ikebukuro, then he needed to find him and keep him by his side. The day his wings had turned ash black was the worst day off his life. Underneath him the demon screamed his name. After they were done she would no doubt go back to her employer. He had become a fallen because of his deep uncontrollable love. He had become a fallen for lusting after his younger brother, whisked away before he could do anything.