How bad of a writer am I? That I just left this? Pretty bad huh? :I well, I really have no excuse, well I say I have no excuse but I really do, and I say that, but… it's a really crappy one. I got absorbed in Doctor Who! Also Torchwood and all that jazz. (and School of hell) And again, NO EXCUSE. Hope you guys like it, if not then it's my fault, I'll try harder! Review..or not. Lo k sea. And I MAY not update early either since I suck at keeping to a schedule! And University shit. And obviously I decide to come back to writing in the during the rumored 'hardest semester' in my career. (I'm studying to be a teacher).

As he ran through the woods, all he could think about was the red and white bundle in his arms. Just thinking about how everything turned so wrong made him clench his teeth together. But that wouldn't help anyone right now, all he could do was hope that his 'guides' would lead him somewhere safe soon.

Flashback

'No, no, no, no, NO! This was NOT happening.'

It was all he could think as he knelt down next to his mission partner, who HE was supposed to protect. A lot of good he turned out to be.

He gently turned him over, grimacing at the blood still oozing from the wound, and gently scooped him up; he didn't know how to cure demons (he killed them! Not the other way around), he didn't know the way back to the road, or how to get help. So he was just left with finding shelter from the snow storm and hoping that demon anatomy wasn't that different from a human's… when they were in human form, that is.

Standing up and looking around, he could barely see beyond some meters* in front of him, even with his eyesight a little limited, his hearing was still good, as soon as he heard crunched snow behind them he quickly turned pulling out a gun towards the source.

'Hmm? What's this?'

He slowly lowered his gun, for in front of him stood just some little forest demons and a little Hobbgoblin. They just stood there looking at him… weird.

"Right, so… what are you guys up to huh? I'd rather not spend bullets on you lot" he wasn't really expecting a response from them, but he could have sworn that he saw from the corner of his eye that they bristled and even 'sneered' at his words.

Narrowing his eyes at them, cause little or not, demons were demons, "Well, I'm leaving and I better not see you trailing us or something"

Before he could fully turn his back on them though, the Hobbgoblin (supposed leader) started jumping and waving his arms to point at a direction in the darkness; the little ones even went over to him and started tugging gently at his long coat to follow them.

"mmm, risk following you into the dark where you could easily ambush and attack me or go on my own…?" They looked at each other, turned and just waved for him to follow them.

Looking down at his bloody companion, he signed and followed them 'Well, he's a demo, so maybe they care in a way'.

End flashback

So now here he was, with the Forest demons in front, going God knows where. Really, and he wanted to be PALADIN? Not bloody likely.

Then he got hit by a snow ball, and before he could let his temper run with his mouth, he looked to see the little menaces had led him to a cave. Heaving up the injured Principal in his arms a bit more, he trudge on forward and went inside. He was already making plans in his head about having to go out for firewood and maybe something to close up the mouth of the cave; when suddenly everything went dark.

"Oi! What's the big idea?" if this is an ambush, I will change my name to idiot.

Tenderly walking forward and feeling the ground with his feet, he kept going until he reached the wall so he could lay the purple headed demon down. Sorting him out to be more comfortable, he felt some warmth and light coming from behind him, turning around he saw a small fire started by the little imps, and with the extra light, he could now see that reason why it had gotten dark in the first place; because the bat demons had all piled up at the mouth of the cave to prevent the cold and snow from coming in.

"Grrrwar.."

Looking down at a gobblin, he saw it was frantically pointing at the older demon.

"Yeah, yeah, though at the rate things are going, can't see how anything I do will help"

At this the little demon just gave another little growl to hurry him up and then said something out of exasperation, which he got a replay from another demon.

'Somehow I think I'm being dissed here'

Ignoring, what he suspected, a group of insulting demons he started to work on trying to help the other exorcist. Kneeling down beside him, in a way so that the light from the fire still illuminated him, he saw that the elder was still unconscious, but a little red spot beside him was starting to spread. So he first started by peeling the other's clothes off, he only took his jacket off and just unbuttoned his magenta shirt, ripping the stained part of and using his jacket to clean him up a bit and tie it around his torso; in all this he never once even stirred!

The same could NOT be said about the little shits (oh no, an exorcist used bad words! Yeah, like we haven't heard those words before!) , who do I mean? Well, the fucking hosts of this hellhole cave. Firstly, most of them would not stay quiet and made quite a racket; second, there was one little demon playing supervisor on his process and screeched at everything he did, it even tried to 'shoo' him away!

He applied some pressure, cleaned the wound and was even lucky enough to find some Injury Salve for such occasions on his little bag he kept on his belt. So now, he would just have to wait the storm out and then search for help, or just a door to get to the Academy.

'This cannot possibly get any worse! Maybe he shouldn't say that, it's always when people say that, that everything goes to shit. He could already hear his superiors yelling at him for messing up.'

Scratching the back of his head, he decided he might as well rest a bit, it wasn't exactly that easy to deal with that demon; but before he could lean against the cavern wall, he heard a cough coming from his right… A COUGH!

Scrambling and peering over the older demon, he watched as he coughed a bit more and was struggling to open his eyes, maybe he was getting better!

Mephisto's POV

Damn, that…really hurt. He could feel some warmth coming from his left, burning wood, a fire. His back was a little scratchy, maybe some straw? He could hear some voices, but not human.

"Look, look! He's waking up!"

"Should we say something?"

"What is that idiot doing?"

"He'll suffocate him!"

"Just leave it, Master will take care of him if he becomes a bother"

"You think we could get the remains?"

"Don't know, don't blonde humans make you more stupid?"

The conversation still kept going, but as soon as they said the words 'blonde', 'human' and 'stupid'; it all clicked into place in his head. 'Shiro!'

Quickly sitting up…BAM! His head slammed into something else that yelped back, and he also noticed something that he completely forgot about…he had holes in his stomach, maybe not the best idea to strain them by sitting up and undoing the bandages…

"Gya-…-cough—cough-…tch" Turning a little on his side he started coughing up some blood and dry-heaving a little.

Some shuffling was heard near him, but he could care less about it, if it meant him harm they wouldn't have even 'treated' his wounds in the first place, poor a job as they did. But he needed to find Shiro first, who knew if he was even alive.

He tried opening one eye first, get a glimpse of his surroundings, he seemed to be in a cave or something, the voices were coming from a nearby group of little demons, who were all staring at him…right. And before he could finish viewing everything (though there wasn't much to see anyway, it was pretty small), he was suddenly grasped and shacked by a four-eyed exorcist… who had an awfully large red mark on his forehead.

"Hey! That hurt you know, but no worry, what's more is, are you alive?!"

Silence.

And then a bat demon threw a pebble at Shiro's head.

"Aren't you the one that treated me? Shouldn't you be telling me instead of asking? Unless you actually tried curing me by injecting me with Holy Water, I don't think you should worry that much".

I doubled checked my injury though, to make sure… yeah.

"-sign- Uuf! Thank God! Almost broke a sweat there. I know you like pranks and being all showy and stuff, but man; that was just CRAZY! What were you thinking standing there? You could have dodged it."

"What an idiot!" one of the demons mumbled.

"Grrr, Why that little disrespectful human!" A Hobbgoblin advanced a little.

"Stop, there's no worries, it's of no importance; no, really" he tried calming them down, it wouldn't do for a fight to break out in such a small space… he could get hurt!

"Who're you talking… oh, right. Umm, could you tell them thanks for me? They sort of helped a bit with… this" saying the last part he wave his hand around, he assumed he meant the cave.

"They can understand you, just doesn't work the other way around… makes it fun to talk about people"

It really was, since there was a special language that could be more psychic than oral. Aah~, humans and their blissful ignorance~.

"How long have we've been here?" slowly trying to get to sit up right, and start concentrating on his magic's energy ; the little he had left.

"Umm I think maybe for some hours, there's a storm outside and I couldn't carry you with you still bleeding like that."

"Well, I guess that's acceptable, did the demon get away?"

"Nah, beat the shit outta it as soon as it struck you down"

Well that is certainly a relief, he would have had a little inside panic attack if the that Lord demon was still out, he just wasn't in a condition to fight or run for himself. Looking over at his companion, he could see he was tired, so he must've been waiting for him to wake up, stressed was coming off him in waves, obviously because of the circumstances, and he also looked relieved. Very. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the mental image of this exorcist stuck in a cave with demons, while trying to revive another one.

"Might I ask, what is so funny? Because I could use a bit of humor right about now" grumbled Shiro, searching his pockets for a cigarette.

"ah~ But it is unfortunately demon humor, not something a perverted little human could appreciate"

Face flushing red he got, "Oi! I-I'm not perverted. I'm more like, free spirited, open-minded to all types of… human culture and anatomy"

"Do explain how Playboy is cultural and educational"

After some fidgeting, with a smirk he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and answered "I will, if you tell me your joke. You're a trade demon, right? So you have to keep your word"

I met his eyes with a steady, mellow gaze and with bittersweet smile said, "Ja, I am and I am not. I'm not so easy as to be called a 'Trade demon', but I do like them: trades, contracts, exchanges, wagers etc. But not this time, I'll spare myself the foolish explanation you have by giving you your answer. I thought it was funny at how you were probably getting all worried for nothing."

Getting a confused look from the other, "What d'ya mean Mephisto?" Letting smoke go through his teeth after every word. Did the blond always have such a firm jaw?

Shaking my head lightly, already feeling more giggles the more I thought about it, "You were probably thinking things like how much trouble you were gonna get in to for letting me get hurt, or even killed."

Frowning, the other replied, "well, I mean I wasn't only worried about that and I haven't done a splendid job, so of course I'd be in some trouble"

This just make me laugh even more, lying down slowly so not to aggravate my wounds, closing my eyes I retorted with, "Have you seen an exorcist punished for killing or getting a demon killed?"

Missing the contemplative look Shiro had on his eyes.