A/N: Getting easier to be more expressive with Hel… the apparently cold-hearted assassin. Also, I will be editing everything from now on… at least rereading my chapters once… always can improve; stories get tedious if you have to correct everything you as the reader consume in terms of stories and words; I am sure you are all delighted but in reality you probably don't care; which makes me feel really sad.

Toraburu Chapter Five: This Prince, Explanations.

I feigned sleep for the last three hours to prevent the interrogations from beginning and from the feel of it – I was locked in tight metallic bonds and also heavily sedated, unclear by what – maybe some sort of gas with paralyzing properties. My body felt numb and what I could feel was heaviness within each part of me that wasn't affected by the sedative or gases... even the tips of my fingers as I tried to behind the first knuckles ever so slightly. Despite the numbness, I could feel the imprint of a mask wrapped around my face, there was oxygen entering my lungs mixed with the gas… possible plant-based chemicals – that much I knew, and even as I lay there I could hear my labored breathing… then the memories returned to me. The girl who had sliced into my flesh with her bladed hair was the one who facilitated my capture, rather than killing me outright. I do not know what her plans were but it matters not, for now… I must break free from my imprisonment.

Then I heard the voices.

"What are we supposed to do with him, now that we've captured him?" Asked one female voice, it sounded like it was underwater.

"This is terrible… I didn't recognize him at first and I thought he was just trying to kill Mikan indiscriminately." Came another voice, a second female – the tone was different, like the one who had tried to tear my throat out… what did she mean 'recognize him'?

"Even still… he harmed my sister… at the very least I expect an apology." A boy stated – voice unrecognized – identity unknown - doesn't matter.

"…even still, in his ownwords he told me that his target was a dangerous criminal who had decided to come and live peacefully on earth and that her true power had not yet awaken… and only Nemesis spoke of darkness inside of Yami-chan." Came the highly recognizable voice of Mikan, even with all sound masked by my senses nearly being rendered useless by the gas I couldn't help but inhale.

From what I could tell, the gas was being delivered at a continuous stream and was not any sort of inhalant I was familiar with – which meant that it was indeed some sort of plant and my body was actually adapting to the effects of the gas.

"I say… you give him to me." Said Nemesis, who sounded a little more distant than the others, the rest of the voices became garbled together after that – like they didn't expect her to show up.

"Nemesis!"

"What the hell do you want?"

"What are you doing here!"

"How shameless…"

"Nemesis! I won't let you have Hel-kun."

"Why should we give him to you?! You nearly killed him!"

My hand twitched slightly, I felt my fist clench as I once again felt myself in danger – the gas flow continued but with as much strength as this body could muster; I twisted and gnarled the steel bonds that were holding my arms against the table. I then grasped the restraints across my chest and violently ripped them off, and then I sat up and ripped the remaining restraints off of my legs.

"W-what the hell?!" Came the response of the boy whom I slowly turned my gaze towards.

I stared at him for a few moments; his left eye was twitching and his expression – fear.

"Forgive my rudeness… but I overhead you talking… I… have decided…" I hesitated, too much physical exertion, and I paused for a moment to gently rub my eyes – felt really tired, haven't slept for over three-hundred-twelve hours until now. "..." I continued to stare at him and his expression gradually grew calmer and a lot more serious. "I apologize on my honor to you for bringing harm to your home, your family – and your younger sister for resorting to violence after I had been brutally beaten by a solid wooden object." I stated and stroked the area the bat had hit me on the back of my head, I didn't truly know if Mikan was actually his younger sister, but I saw a resemblance.

"Oh… I get it now…" He stated and extended a hand, his anger that had once been there was now gone – after he had learned the motives behind my actions. Of course, the blunt object smash wasn't so bad… but the infernal screaming was devastating… not that he needed to know that.

"My name is Hel Asmod Deviluke, firstborn prince of Deviluke and former assassin handed the assignment of dealing with Golden Darkness." I stated bluntly and his eyes narrowed again – that was obviously a poor choice of words.

"What do you mean dealing with?" He asked, skipping the pleasantries.

"Dealing with - any means necessary." I stated even more bluntly than before.

"Does that mean you have to… kill her?" He was frowning now, I could see where he was coming from.

"No, the contract description only says to deal with her," I replied bluntly – yet again.

"Then… you can resolve whatever you need to by taking nonviolent action?" He asked, his frown was once again gone but it did not yet comfort him that another conclusion could be reach, probably because he didn't know what my conclusion would be... smart.

"That is correct, though I'm not sure if I can deal with her utilizing nonviolent action, as an assassin she is very dangerous and is renowned for rarely failing a mission… if ever – she has my respect and…" I stopped myself as I smiled slightly to say something different than what I was going to. "I wouldn't want to erase the existence of something so adorably perfect…" I stated, but then I froze as I turned my attention away from the rest of the room and instantly read the situation – everyone had their eyes on me as in: Momo, Nana, Lala, Mikan, the boy, two other girls and Nemesis.

"What?" I asked tilting my head out of curiosity.

"Ahhhh~3!" Cried Nana who charged forth and wrapped her arms around my recently stabbed abdomen in embrace – of course, this was something I did not expect because I thought with the mind of an assassin… an assassin who was in reality a bounty-hunter that always returned his targets alive, "Onii-sama, you're so cool, why did you ever leave us?!" She exclaimed, digging her face into my chest without shame.

I turned my eyes to Momo, who was drooling out the side of her mouth and locked her eyes with mine – fantasizing?

All the training I had gone through seemed to disappear in that instant – I felt my eyes water slightly as I smiled – but I forced back the tears to hide my embarrassment… I returned Nana's embrace… she the second princess of deviluke was now sobbing with joy. "Nana… this is out of character for you." I state with something of a smirk beginning to form.

"Even you." She murmured, "Normally you'd just push me away and tell me to mind my own business unless something really bad happened… I've always missed it when you held me like-" She instantly realized what she was saying in front of everyone, I could feel her temperature rise as she jumped back like she had just burned herself on a frying pan. "Onii-sama! What are you doing, I'm not a little kid anymore!" She shouted at my face and pointed her finger at my chest – like I had done something horribly awful.

"W-what, but I didn't…" I thought for a moment, "Ah… my apologies, I couldn't control myself… I've just missed you… soooo much." I offered a slight and innocent smile as I forced myself to enter a somber mood – letting a single tear run down my cheek, I played along with her blame towards me.

Nana's expression was still filled with an amusing dread

I looked towards where Nemesis had been standing – she was gone… and has been gone for quite some time. I then looked down at my clothes: missing shirt, but wearing pants.

"Have you seen Golden Darkness recently?" I asked, swinging my legs over the side of the medical bed with great effort – the effects of the plant-based paralysis fumes were still partially in effect.

"Yes she was the one who brought you here."

W-what, my existence was extended by my target?

This was an unexpected complication that would now impede my plans, to think that I had to be such a despicable and dishonorable entity to somebody who had just saved my life – I ground my teeth and wagged my tail, uncertain of what to be experiencing.

As I was lost in thought about how I was supposed to deal with the situation now – I felt a hand grip my tail and a sensation send shivers throughout my body. "Hmmnnn!" I covered my mouth with both hands and turned my eyes towards the culprit, desperately I tried to rip my tail out of her hands only to have them loosen as the smooth skin and saliva soaked tongue slide against the length of my tail.

"Ohhh… it looks like the more powerful a Deviluke, the more sensitive the tail… that or maybe the warmer the personality – the more sensually pleasing the nerves in a Devilukean's tail are when stimulated by physical contact… oh-hoh, what if it's actually both?" It was Nemesis, she caught me off guard and she made one of the lowest possible hits against a deviluke.

I let out a primal growl… time to annihilate.