Misaki couldn't help but feel degraded by what he had witnessed. After Takahiro had ordered everyone to prepare for departure, the boy slumped off back to their home. He made himself something to eat and got dressed. (A/N I can't come up with my own outfit for him. I'm just going to steal Kid Icarus'. :3 So that's what all the angels are wearing. xD As for the demons... I guess the same thing except black instead of white. They also have wings but they're red instead of white. ewe)

After a short rest, he decided to go out and pick some more flowers for his bedroom, hopefully avoiding any hellions. He expressed no signs of shame at the fact that his bedroom was absolutely drowning in flowers. He remembered growing flowers with his mother, and going flower-gazing all around the overworld. Something about them just stuck with him.

But he didn't make it very far before he came across his brother and the group of elite angelic soldiers.

"What. . . are they doing?" The flightless angel asked himself silently. Descrying from a nearby berry shrub, he witnessed the rest of the angels teleporting through the water, and with a bright flash, they were gone.

Misaki couldn't help but gape in awe. Did he really just see that happen? Didn't Takahiro say they were going to travel by wing? What happened?

Being the curious bairn he was, he followed them, going through the so-called "water" himself.

When Takahiro and the others made it to their destination, they took cover by a nearby set of shrubs.

"Ouch!" Shinobu complained, raising a foot in the air. "This ground is as hot as hell!"

"Don't touch the ground," Takahiro snarled condescendingly. "Keep your air flow. Steady, now. We have no idea what we might be in for here. And whatever you do-" they started slowing hovering their way over to the main castle to infiltrate it- "don't. . . get. . caught-"

Before he could even finish, there were sudden blasts of spewing fire blown right in their direction, hitting the empty space between them. Startled, they all gazed up to see Akihiko and Haruhiko, elevating much higher than them with their hands burning red and in their attack stances.

Takahiro glared indignantly at Akihiko. "You. . ."

Akihiko raised a brow.

"You. . ." Takahiro repeated, drawing a sword of light out of the air with a sway of his hands, "I have sworn to kill!"

Akihiko drew his sword as Takahiro immediately charged at him. They engaged in a break-out while the other angels were attacked by surrounding demons. The silver-haired demon easily reflected all of the angel's attacks, yawning condescendingly and allowing his brother to take over after wounding Takahiro several times. Having enough for the day, the rabbit simply wanted some peace and quiet. He had done what his father asked him to do, now he was going to go do what he wanted to do. He left for the castle.

It was right about this time where a teenage angel arrived at the scene.

He hid by the nearest bush and looked around. This was nothing like Nihon Takai. . . far from it. The sky was a blood red and the ground a chalky black, and now that he thought about it. . . it felt hot. He cried out in pain as he lunged himself on top of the black bush to avoid the hot ground. Taking some more glances around, he could hear the sound of power blasts being thrown and the sound of clanking swords, which he recognized. Horrible images of a demon raid on Nihon Takai ten years ago with the same sounds came rushing through his head. That was the only memory he had of that particular day. Just those sounds, and also screaming and the view/heat of fire.

Pushing it out of his mind, he thought otherwise. In this situation, Takahiro had always instructed Misaki to hide. Forgetting for a moment about the hell's ground, he leaped down onto it, crying out in pain once more. He ran for the castle, his feet burning more and more with each step. He desperately tried to fly, leaping forward and flapping his wings, but he merely fell to the ground, burning his cheek, parts of his arms, and his stomach and legs.

Tears formed in his eyes as he quickly stood up, pushing through the pain the kept running to the stone castle where he hoped it was safe to walk.

I should have listened to Nii-chan! Misaki thought, tears flying from his eyes as he ran, unseen by any angel or demon.

When he finally reached it, he stumbled through the doors which had just about finished closing from a previous entry. He swooped in at the last minute, collapsing to his knees and panting heavily. He was thankful to find that the stone was cold. In fact, this entire castle was cold. The ground and walls cold as ice, and being in the very air made shivers run down your spine. When he caught his breath, he hugged himself, shivering. What was wrong with this place? It seemed completely inhabitable. Even for a demon. But I guess if demons liked it this way. . .

He stood up when his knees began to feel like ice. Rubbing his hands up and down his arms still hugging himself in an attempt to gather up friction, he took choppy breaths as he walked through the castle. He wasn't even thinking about the fact that he was just strolling down the hall of the enemy's stronghold. He just wanted to find somewhere comfortable so he could hide, and rest. He was starting to think he would not find such a place.

A few minutes later of searching, he saw an orange light at the end of another hallway. He sprinted towards it, hoping it was what he thought it was: a fire. When he reached the door the light was emitting from, he pushed it open slowly to peek in. His thoughts were correct: it was a nice, cozy room with a large rocking chair next to a fireplace. He opened the door fully and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. There didn't appear to be any demons present. But there were bookshelves, and lots of them, absolutely filled with books. There was also a large desk covered in paper.

Blinking in awe, Misaki sat down on the rocking chair, hovering his hands towards the fire, relishing the warm heat coming from it. He wondered how a demon would have a room this comfortable. To Misaki, this was comfortable. He thought otherwise for a demon, but as he thought before; they really aren't all the same. Tiredly lost in his thoughts, he curled up snuggly on the chair and let sleep claim him.

He wasn't asleep for long before he heard someone coming down the hallway. In a panic, he sprang up, and looked around for somewhere to hide. He decided it would be easiest to just hide behind a book shelf, for now. So he headed towards one. . . but things did not go as he planned as he slipped on a book lying on the floor. He was thrown into the book shelf, which collapsed on top of him, crushing his left leg. He cried out into the night, attempting to move. The broken wood had steaked through his leg like a shrapnel. He collapsed onto his stomach completely, weeping bitterly in pain. He was so engrossed with what had just happened that he had not heard the sound of the large wooden door opening.

Misaki looked up and was surprised to find a silver-haired demon already looking right back down at him.

A/N Heh. Hey, it's short, but it's something.

A lot happened here today so I consider that good progress!

I just felt like updating this story, because I myself am very fond with the concept. . . I just have very little free time. :C

Oh yeah, and here's a guestion (I just made that up) for you guys: Do you think you know why Takahiro hates Akihiko so much?

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