And another week rolls around and another chapter is up! Please forgive any errors, I was rushed. Enjoy!

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Demonic Romeo Vol V

Ferishiāno turned toward his rescuer with the German accent and saw the most handsome man that he had ever seen. Blonde, slicked back hair, baby-blue eyes and muscles, lots of muscles. He looked, to Ferishiāno, like a warrior angel and Ferishiāno had no idea how close he was to the truth.

Rutovu~ihi had not had to meet with the Higher-Ups for long, as it had happened. Just long enough to be told the change in his duties. Mashū was insisting on being allowed to see his brother so Rutovu~ihi's duties now included working with Āsā to watch over Mashū whenever he met his demon sibling as Mashū was one of the purest souls to ever come to Heaven and his loss would be a great blow.

Rutovu~ihi wondered if this would bring him into contact with Girubāto and then wondered if this would be a good or a bad thing. He envied Mashū's contact with Arufureddo and he wished him well with that but if Rutovu~ihi should meet Girubāto, what would he say to him? They were brothers, yes, but they were also arch-angel and demon. Āsā had told him that Girubāto was ashamed to meet him because of what Girubāto had become. Rutovu~ihi knew Girubāto's reason for selling his soul and he was rather proud of his bruder's selfless action, despite the consequences.

If Rutovu~ihi and Girubāto met, they would deal with that when they came to it. Now Rutovu~ihi had his duty to perform so he made his way to where he could sense the Vargas Brothers. When he arrived, he found a scene that made his blood boil. Ferishiāno was trapped against a market stall by a demon, masquerading as a mortal who was, to all intents and purposes, groping him and Ferishiāno was not welcoming the demon's attentions at all. The demon's true nature might be hidden from the mortals around him but it could not be hidden from an angel. The wings, horns and tail could still be seen, transparent but still there.

But how to deal with this problem? The demon was visible to those around him so Rutovu~ihi could not fight him as an angel. A man suddenly being attacked as if by a ghost would attract unwelcome attention so there was only one way Rutovu~ihi could handle this. He landed, hidden his wings, transform his clothes to non-descriptive jeans and t-shirt and made himself visible.

He approached both demon and human as Ferishiāno begged the blonde demon to stop but the demon just pressed on, leaning down to kiss Ferishiāno. Rutovu~ihi put his hands between the two beings and shoved hard. The demon fell backwards against a stall and looked up at him.

"He said Stop!" Furanshisu, like Rutovu~ihi, could tell what really stood before him. Not just an angel but an arch-angel. An angry arch-angel. Rutovu~ihi was furious that this perverted demon had put his hands on such an innocent soul. Not just any innocent soul but Ferishiāno! The poor boy was still shaking at the encounter and that made Rutovu~ihi more angry. Ferishiāno was all happy sunshine and anything that made that sunshine dim did not sit well with the arch-angel.

"I suggest you leave," he warned. "And learn that no means no!" Rutovu~ihi was not just talking about the unwanted attention, he was putting the demon on notice that Ferishiāno's soul was off-limits.

Furanshisu looked around and found that people had begun to stare at him and decided that now was not a good time to press the matter. Besides, he did not really want to face off against an arch-angel. He gave a elaborate bow.

"Au revoir, mon chèr," he said and disappeared into the crowd. Rutovu~ihi turned to Ferishiāno.

"Are you all right?" he asked. Ferishiāno nodded with a relieved look on his face.

"Si," he replied. "Grazie! I'm Ferishiāno Vargas." Ferishiāno wanted to know more about his handsome rescuer and he was afraid the man might disappear, never to be seen again so he wanted to prolong this meeting.

"Rutovu~ihi Beilschmidt," the blonde man replied. Ferishiāno enthusiastically shook his hand.

"Let me take you to lunch," he begged. "I want to thank you for what you did just now." Rutovu~ihi shook his head.

"That's not necessary," he assured the Italian but Ferishiāno was insistent.

"Please!" he plead with a face that no one, mortal or angel could say no to. "Just let me find my fratello and we can go. Please let me thank you!" Rutovu~ihi sighed and gave in. Ferishiāno gave a 'Yay!' and began dragging the Germanic arch-angel with him as he searched for his brother. Following the cute little Italian, Rutovu~ihi had one thought on his mind.

Where on Earth was Āsā?

Āsā could not help but cry out as he was slammed into the ground of the deserted dockside by Iwan. The demon was stronger than him, like he had suspected, and had gotten the upper hand all too soon for Āsā's liking. Iwan straddled the guardian angel, holding his hands over his head with his pipe to prevent Āsā from aiming the bow.

"Just surrender, Āsā," Iwan said, pleasantly. "It will be much more pleasant for you if you do. I can see you now, with horns and devil wings. Perhaps with a different hair colour, I think red would suit you quite well." Āsā tried to throw him off to no avail and Iwan's amusement.

"Trying to make up for your one failure," Āsā taunted. "Want to capture 'The Uncorrupted'! That's what you demons call me, isn't it?" A dark aura fell over Iwan's eyes as Āsā smirked at him.

"You only escaped me because …..."

"I thought you were a madman? Wasn't far off the mark, was I?"

In a fit of rage, Iwan had reared back to swing the pipe down on Āsā's head when Āsā brought his bow round to fire and Iwan leapt off Āsā to one side, realising that the angel had deliberately taunted him to make him lose his temper and make a mistake. Inwardly, Iwan applauded the angel for taking advantage of Iwan's emotions to free himself as Āsā leapt to his feet and backed away, with the bow aimed at Iwan again. What a sweet demon he would make! And, perhaps the one who could be at Iwan's side.

Iwan was even more determined to get Āsā now!

"You will be mine, angel," Iwan promised. "You will be my greatest achievement. After all, you're not my failure, you're my challenge. One that I will meet and I swear that you will stand at my side!"

"No way in Heaven or Hell!" Āsā swore and fired his arrow. Iwan moved but, even so, He felt whistle past his hair as it flew past. Iwan smiled at his failure.

"You missed again, little angel," he teased and then he realised that Āsā was also smiling.

"Did I?" The was an ominous creak and the sound of twisting and straining metal. Āsā moved away as the small, loading crane that had been hit by Āsā's arrow, it's heavenly power taking out a main support strut, fell like a tree. Directly on top of Iwan!

Āsā took to the air as Iwan frailed under the twisted metal, taking the chance to run. Although, a crane landing on a demon would not kill it, it would hold the demon down for a while and it would give Āsā time to escape. This was a new complication he did not need and it could put Arufureddo and Mashū at risk if Iwan had his sights set on Āsā. A meeting with the Higher-Ups was definitely in order.

Āsā flew back to the market.

Rōman was having a good time with the Spaniard, to his surprise. No matter what he called Ansonī, the Spaniard just took it in his stride. The only other person Rōman knew who could stand his name-calling was Ferishiāno who never took the names seriously. This guy was either oblivious or ignoring his name-calling, carrying packages without complaint and chatting about tomatoes and, of all things, turtles. Seems he had a fondness for them.

"Hey, Tomato Bastard," Rōman called. "I suppose I better thank you for the help so how about we go back to the restaurant and I'll make a meal for you. Just to say thank you, don't go getting any ideas!" Ansonī grinned.

"Oh si!" he replied. "So kind of you, thank you!" Rōman just grunted and began looking for Ferishiāno. Ansonī followed Rōman as he weaved in and out of the crowd, checking all the stalls that sold pasta ingredients, looking for his little brother.

"Ve~ FRATELLO!" came Ferishiāno's voice across the market and a hand could be seen waving above the head of the other people. As the crowd parted, Ferishiāno came into view, followed by a tall, blonde-haired man in a t-shirt and jeans.

"Just get over here, idiota," Rōman ordered. Ferishiāno hurried over with the blonde man who took one look at Ansonī and froze. Rōman looked round at Ansonī who had the same expression on his face too. Ansonī could see that the man in front of him was not only an angel but an arch-angel. He was safe while they were around the Vargas Brothers, masquerading as a mortals but the moment they were gone, all bets would be off.

"You two bastards know each other?" he asked as they glared daggers at other another.

"Nein!" the blonde replied in a German accent. Rutovu~ihi wondered what was going on? It was like there was a infestation of demons in the area but he could not do anything about it with the Vargas Brothers here.

"Ve~ Rōman!" Ferishiāno was oblivious to the tension between the two men. "This is Rutovu~ihi! He saved me from some touchy-feely guy so I invited him for lunch. Can he come, Fratello? Can he? Can he? Can he?" Rōman just rolled his eyes.

"If it'll get you to shut up the hell up, then okay," he conceded. "This is Ansonī! He's been helping me to shop so he'll be coming too. Tomato Bastard, this is my idiota little fratello, Ferishiāno, and his new friend, probably another idiota! Well, let's get going!" He turned and began walking, followed by Ferishiāno with a tense atmosphere created by the arch-angel and demon bringing up the rear.

Furanshisu returned to Hell, cursing the intervention of the arch-angel. If not for him, that cute little Italian would be his little territory now. He was in a foul mood but soon he found that someone was in a fouler one. Hell rumbled and kolkolkolkolkol could be heard in time with the tremors so Furanshisu knew that Iwan was unhappy.

Arufureddo and Girubāto came up to see what was happening as the Russian demon swept passed, a dark aura surrounding him and all other demons jumping out of his way. One was not fast enough and got smacked into the middle of next week.

"He's pissed!" Arufureddo stated the obvious. "I wonder what flew up his ass, this time?"

"Same thing as last time, from what I heard," came a voice behind them. They turned to see Vladimir, a red winged and horned Romanian demon with strawberry-blonde hair, red eyes and fangs.

"What do you mean?" Arufureddo asked, worried. From what he heard, the last thing that set Iwan off like this was …..

"Apparently, he went after the Uncorrupted," Vladimir replied. "A bit of a fight and the Uncorrupted somehow managed to drop a crane on him and got away from him again. Needless to say, Iwan's not happy." He went on his way. Arufureddo went in the direction of the Gates of Hell, followed by Furanshisu and Girubāto.

"Mon ami, where are you going?" Furanshisu demanded. Arufureddo never broke stride.

"I gotta make sure he's okay!" he replied. Girubāto tried to make him stop.

"You heard Vladimir!" he exclaimed. "He escaped! Again!" Arufureddo shook his head.

"Doesn't mean he wasn't hurt," he pointed out. "I gotta know!" And he took to the air. Furanshisu gave a long suffering sigh and he and Girubāto flew after him.

Āsā traced the Vargas Brothers back to the restaurant but when he got there, he saw a scene he would never have expected. Rutovu~ihi sat at one of the tables in human form (although he could still see his wings), sitting down to a meal with the two Italians and a demon that Āsā recognised as the one that had been fighting alongside Arufureddo. The one with an interest in Rōman.

What was Rutovu~ihi doing? He was suppose to protect Rōman from this demon and they were all eating together? What was going on? He managed to catch Rutovu~ihi's eye and he gave a slight nod to indicate that he knew he was there. Ansonī saw Āsā too and began to feel outnumbered but he could hardly call foul. After all, it had been four against two when he had fought him and the other angel.

"Who was this touchy-feely bastard?" Rōman asked as he brought out pasta for himself and Ferishiāno, paella for Ansonī and wurst and potatoes for Rutovu~ihi who was now dubbed 'the Potato Bastard' by Rōman.

"Ve~ I don't know!" Ferishiāno replied. "He was blonde with blue eyes and a beard. He just started touching me and he wouldn't stop until Rutovu~ihi made him." Ansonī inwardly groaned. That sounded like Furanshisu, up to his old seduction tricks again. It was hard to believe that, in life, he had been a faithful husband!

"Thanks, Potato Bastard," Rōman said to Rutovu~ihi. "This idiota would never have got out of it on his own. He's too soft-hearted to do what needs to be done."

"And what would you have done?" Rutovu~ihi asked. Rōman shrugged.

"Kicked him in the nuts!" he replied, casually wrapping pasta around his fork, not noticing both angel and demon wincing and crossing their legs. Āsā cringed too and Ansonī thought his friend had dodged a bullet by picking the younger brother to approach.

"Ve~ where are you from, Rutovu~ihi?" Ferishiāno asked. Rutovu~ihi chewed his bite of food and swallowed.

"Berlin, originally," he answered. "Then I've drifted about. I don't know how long I'll be here for. I'm dealing with some business right now." And he gave Ansonī a meaningful stare.

"What about you, Ansonī?"

"I'm from Spain," Ansonī replied. "Just wandering the world to see what I can find. I never expected to find someone like Rōman." Rutovu~ihi gave the demon a hard stare. Rōman blushed at Ansonī's statement and stood up, taking everybody's empty plates.

"Hey, idiota," he said to Ferishiāno. "Give me a hand and we'll get dessert." Ferishiāno picked up the rest of the plates and followed Rōman into the kitchen. Ansonī was nervous at the thought at being alone with the two angels.

"What are you doing here, demon?" Āsā demanded. "Are you stalking my charge because I will fight to protect him and his brother."

"As will I," Rutovu~ihi concurred. "You will get neither soul, that I swear!" Ansonī gave a little smile.

"I just ran into Rōman at the market," he replied, with a child-like innocence. "And he invited me to lunch. How could I refuse an invitation from a cute, unprotected, little tomate like Rōman?" Āsā went red with anger.

"Did you ask the Soul Thief to run interference for you, git?" he demanded. "Did you tell him to fight me?" Ansonī's face fell.

"Iwan's here!" he blurted. Āsā took that to mean that Ansonī had nothing to do with Iwan's attack on him. "Iwan's nothing to do with me! You would never find me working with Iwan!"

"What's this about the Soul Thief?" Rutovu~ihi demanded. "Was he there?" Āsā nodded.

"He was in the market," he replied. "I had to lead him away and battle him by the docks. I barely got away and when I saw him here," indicating Ansonī, "I assumed Iwan was working with him to get me out of the way." A dark aura appeared around Ansonī.

"Don't put me down as one of his lackeys!" he insisted. "I would never work with the demon who robbed me of my soul!" Āsā saw the light but before he could ask Ansonī what had happened to him, there was sounds coming from the kitchen and they stopped talking as Rōman and Ferishiāno came back out, bringing dessert.

"Ve~ Who wants gelato?"

Followed by Girubāto and Furanshisu, Arufureddo flew toward the Cielo Italiano, desperate to see if Āsā was all right. He knew Āsā had escaped from Iwan but Iwan's targets rarely escaped unscathed. Unseen by the people below, the three demons glided over the buildings and circled down toward the restaurant. Arufureddo landed and ran to the window, looking in. He was relieved to see Āsā there and he looked unhurt but he was met with a scene he was not expecting.

Ansonī, masquerading as a mortal, was sat down to a meal with an arch-angel who had his back to the window, also masquerading as a mortal, with the two souls the Bāto- tatchi- karutetto had attempted to take from Āsā and Mashū. Āsā hovered in the background, invisible to the two mortals in the room as the other four ate ice-cream.

"Sacred Bleu!" Furanshisu swore as he came up behind Arufureddo and observed the cosy little scene.

"What's that dummkopf doing?" Girubāto cursed.

Āsā spotted Arufureddo, accompanied by Girubāto and that blonde demon, looking in through the window at them. When his eyes met Āsā's, he looked relieved but that look turned to shock when he saw the other demon sat down with Rutovu~ihi and the Vargas Brothers. The other two demons were stunned too as the four diners finished their gelato.

"I have to be going now," Ansonī announced, standing up and wanting to get out of the restaurant and away from these two angels. He had also spotted his friends outside the window and wanted to get to a place where the odds were better.

"I must leave too," Rutovu~ihi added. Ferishiāno quickly picked up a napkin, found a pen and jotted something down his cell phone number. He handed it to Rutovu~ihi with a hopeful look on his face.

"Ve~ We should do this again," he insisted. "Call me when you want to." Rutovu~ihi put the napkin into his pocket.

"I will!" he promised. Ansonī turned to Rōman with a hopeful look.

"You're not getting my number, Tomato Bastard!" Rōman said, adamantly. "You want to see me again, you can come here!" Ansonī gave a sensual smile.

"Is that an invitation?" he purred, leaning closer. Rōman stuck his hand on Ansonī's face and pushed him away.

"Just get out of here!" he ordered and Ansonī headed for the door, followed by Rutovu~ihi and an invisible Āsā but not before he turned to grace Rōman with a smile that left him blushing like a tomate. Rutovu~ihi gave him a push to get him out of the door, Āsā bringing up the rear.

"Ve~ Do you think they'll be back, Rōman?" Ferishiāno asked.

"Who cares!" Rōman replied. But he did care! He cared very much, although he would bite his own tongue off before admitting it!

Once outside, both Ansonī and Rutovu~ihi took their respective demon and angelic forms when they were met by Arufureddo and the others. Ansonī was reassured to be back among friends.

"What the hell are you playing at?" Arufureddo demanded as Rutovu~ihi went on the defensive, surrounded by so many demons. "Sitting down to dinner with angels! You're just lucky it was us that saw you and not Iwan!"

"You'll be the death of me, mon frère!" Furanshisu declared, shaking his head in frustration. What was that about being among friends?

"Arschlock!" Girubāto cursed, stepping out from behind Arufureddo. Into full view of Rutovu~ihi!

"Girubāto!"

"Rutovu~ihi!"

Oooooh! Another brotherly reunion, it had to happen! Āsā had a close shave with Iwan but, unfortunately, Iwan's getting a little obsessed with him which isn't good. Ferishiāno's more than a little love-struck and I think the feelings are returned and how was that for an awkward dinner?

To Kirascribbler – Thank you! :D I do my best (even with Writer's Block) And I will keep going ;)

To themusicalcat – No problem! The world doesn't stop for fanfiction (pity!) Trust me, there's enough ships to rebuild Spain's armada :P UsUk forever!

To ArtemisIsis13 – Yeah! Furanshisu needs to keep his hands to himself :C And absolutely right, Rutovu~ihi to the rescue! All things considered, I think it was best for Furanshisu that Rōman didn't see him XP Love is definitely in the air for everyone, it seems and as for the future of the Bāto- tatchi- karutetto, you'll just have to wait and see ;) Once I mention Pītā I had to give him a history so why not a happy one, after all, he did lose his brother! :'( I think I would think Iwan was a nut job too and Āsā's not entirely wrong to think that and it's not every day you drop a crane on a demon :D Girubāto's just upset because he doesn't want Rutovu~ihi to see him like that and he blames Iwan for that, although it might not be the best idea to annoy Iwan.

Sorry about the cliffhanger! Actually, no, I'm not! Here's another one ;P

Well. That's that! Next week, Āsā looks into the possibility of redeeming Arufureddo, the Bāto- tatchi- karutetto have a role reversal, Ansonī gets closer to Rōman and Iwan is conspicuously absent.

So till next time,

Hasta la Pasta!