Little helpless demon [OPEN]

Feeling a slight breeze blow over his head, the boy opened his deep brown eyes, and took the scents in. It always smells a little different, depending on the people crossing the main plaza to buy their items. Lifting his body up from the hard rooftop he had just before lied on, he ruffled his hair. Breathing heavily a few times, he stopped feeling lazy. As usual, he used the fireladder to climb down from his napping spot, and went towards the main plaza, as to observe everyone from up close. Already on the way there he got strange looks - Someone came from the roof? And a DEMON at that? Noticable mumbles came from the usually cheery crowd, but Daisuke didn't care. He stumbled right in, with a weak smile.

It seemed as though none of them had a good mood today, though. Curses started to rise from multiple of them, and seeing how Daisuke didn't show who was boss, like most demons did...

He got suddenly actively pushed around, pushed into arms which caught him up again. ONLY to throw him to the next one who'd throw him around. Feeling like a bad Beach Ball, he screamed:

"Argh! Stop this! I'm not a toy!... Please!" looking somewhat desperate, he looked up to the simple civilists who managed to overwhelm the young demon. Daisuke WAS more powerful then a generic civilist - but he didn't want to actually harm them. And saying 'please' made the civilists even more sure that Daisuke was not able to fight back now. Growing slowly violent, they quit to push him, but instead PUNCHED him towards the next guy. The crowds grew more active, and cheered the few on who dared to take on a demon.

"Q-Quit it! I- I didn't do a thing!" he pleaded, but his prayers were unheard. Feeling slowly how his mind fainted, and was about to release the devil within, he closed his eyes and prayed for someone to just intervene...

(OOC: This is open for everyone who wants to meet Daisuke. ^^ Nothing too wild yet.)

"Getsuga SENDOU!!" A voice echoed.

From the sky, shot a silver wave of Sourupowa to the ground. When it hit, it didn't seem to cause more than a few rocks to fly into the air and spray dirt on the crowd. But it served its purpose... gaining attention.

Narora dropped from the sky, standing in front of this Demon that had seemed innocent. Heaven kept close eyes on the workings of the other Worlds, and as such, keep watch over Demons, Angels, and other creatures.

He had been given word from Kami that a Demon was being tortured, and was sent to stop it. For any thing that happened to the demon, could bring death to the world and all upon it.

He had been sent here before, and warned the townsfolk about it, but they never did listen. This was the 6^th time he had been sent, and a countless time for every Angel in existence put together.

He held up his Sourusodo, Kyuketsuki at the closest Human. "We of Heaven have warned you time and time again. Do not meddle in our affairs. We will take care of anything that is not common to the worlds. LEAVE!" He yelled, behind him, appeared another Angel, but this one was a lower rank, at least High-Lieutenant, if his badge said anything.

The other Angel started to escort the Humans away. When everyone had left, Narora put Kyuketsuki away at his hip and let out a sigh, his shoulders slumped.

(be right back, dinner time)

The young demon was still at shock, even after the torture had subsided. Opening his eyes again, he saw a tall, silver haired man that seemed to... defend him? Looking in admiration, and still slightly with fear at him, he immediatly noticed WHAT he was.

...An angel.

His entire body flinched heavily once, and his neck hairs stood up. He had nothing against them, but a slight fear was simply imbedded into his soul. Gulping once heavily, he looked up towards the man and said:

T-Thanks alot, sir. I didn't expect them to suddenly attack me... his voice was youthful, and seemingsly drenched with sadness. The boy looked down, and rubbed over his hurt arm a little. His body felt sore from all the beating it had to suddenly take. Cracking up a weak smile, he continued:

"My name's Daisuke. Daisuke Kirai. P-Pleased to meet you." Even though he talked to his saviour, he looked away. On one side because of fear, on the other because he was shy. Daisuke started to kick at the ground, and sigh worried. A few realizations hit him...

"Always when I black out like this, everyone was said to be dead. I don't know if that would have happend again, if...if..." Not being able to finish his thoughts, the boy heavily shook his head once.

"I shouldn't think about that..." he finished. Finally getting out of his trail of thoughts, and by now all civilists escorted, his body shifted a little left and right, confused at what to do now. He usually observes the life here - but how do you do that when no one is around? Sweatdropping a little, he said to the tall man:

Gomen, that you had to interrupt. I'll be sure to not make your kind come back here again... You must be busy, being an angel and all... " Looking the man straight into his bright silver eyes, he awaited any kind of reply.

Narora sighed. Kami had been pushing the missions onto him for the past few weeks. He was close to death... again. A D rank there, a B rank there, a favor there, filling in here. Damn her! She was the Goddess of all creation, and one of his best friends, but she could get Very bossy.

T-Thanks a lot, sir. I didn't expect them to suddenly attack me... At the voice, Narora turned around to the Demon he had saved.

Now you must be wondering, why save a Demon? Well, for those who did not listen in the second post (broke the fourth wall XD), it was mostly because of a world being destroyed.

The other reason, Narora was one of the Angels who didn't have opinions about people. He chose to meet them, then judge. Demons included, even if his kind were normally very rude to Demons.

He smiled. "Not a problem, and my name's Narora Senoku." He greeted, pushing the thought of talking to a Demon deep into the depths of his mind.

When Daisuke apologized for needing help, Narora waved him off, a smile still on his face. "It's find Daisuke-san. Angels get missions like this all the time, so it's not really that bad. Saving a life... or unlife... depends on how you look at it, is well worth it." Narora stated, looking back into the boys eyes, his own bright and happy.

He listened to the angel, and got surprised when he actually didn't judge him for what he was. A rock fell from his heart, and his fear disappeared for a moment. Narora seemed to be nice - no, polite towards him. Feeling a spark of warmth in his heart, the demon smiled up to the man, greeting his happy look. Daisuke afterwards put both of his palms together and bowed, whilst keeping a look to the angels eyes. They seemed to brim with energy.

"I wish I could think like you, Narora-san. Or, rather, thought that way in my past life..." his face quickly sobered. He wasn't going to start talking to an ANGEL about what happend back then, right? He doesn't even know him! Curse this faint warm aura angels seem to give of...

"G-Gomen! Those are my problems, not yours, hahah..." his laughter was choked, and shy. A sweatdrop formed at the side of his head. Frantically scratching at the back of his head, he continued:

"I'll be going, then. You're busy, for sure. It was a p-pleasure to meet you, Narora-san. I wish more people were like you." trying to finish the conversation professional and polite, he still steadily shuddered, and tried to hastily move away from the man. His short feet made huge steps, as if trying to run away from something.

... Running away from his past.

Just being remotely reminded caused tears to form at the corners of his eyes. He was always rather emotional, and was able to keep the past into a corner of his mind, but when talking to somebody... It simply returned. The urge to talk, the urge for someone to simply tell him: "No matter what you did, I'm sure you're a good kid." Panicing in his mind, he started to run through the plaza...

Narora tilted his head. 'Past life?' He asked himself. He was about to answer him, when he suddenly apologized again and swiftly departed. When he was almost out of sight, he was surprisingly fast for his height, Narora called out to him, but sighed as he did not hear him.

He looked to the ground and scratched the back of his head. The sound echoing in his skull. He felt as if he had done something wrong. When he steeled his mind to ask the boy what was wrong, his pager beeped.

He pulled out a cellphone and opened it to find a message from one of his superiors.

Narora,

B-Rank Demon. Twilight Woods. Help Requested.

Soutosh.

He grumbled and closed the phone. Just as he was about to set off, he tried once more to find the little demon, when he didn't, he scratched his head again and began to run off, drawing Kyuketsuki on his way there.

There was something where he stood however. Invisible to the human eye, it was a note with a special seal on it, pinned to a wall. The wind blew and the note opened up, but stuck to the wall still...

Daisuke,

If you reading this, then I was not able to find you on my way to my next Mission. It was fun meeting you, and I'd like to meet you again.

You talked about your past, and I just wanna say, that if you talk more about it, you might feel better

If you wanna talk again, meet me at the Sea-Salt Ice Cream shop in the Main Plaza tomorrow.

Narora Senoku

Having run quite a way, his feet slowly gave up under the stress, as he broke together on the floor, gasping heavily. A few steadrops fell down under exhaustion, and he felt as though he still had to run. Run further. Run away. Looking desperate up to no one, he had to squeeze away multiple tears. He's so stupid. Why run away from someone so nice?

"I'm such a coward..." He said to no one, whilst slowly standing up.

"I'd never be able... be able... to face my own shadow like this..." stuttering and repeating words, he looked back to where he came from. Was the angel still there? Would he still help? Slendering slowly back, and kicking your occasional rock around on the way there, he witnessed the angel to be missing.

"Of course... it makes sense, he IS an angel..." He was still disappointed of himself for even giving up an opportunity to talk about it. Sighing in a coming wave of depression, he suddenly noticed the note.

"Daisuke,

If you reading this, then I was not able to find you on my way to my next Mission. It was fun meeting you, and I'd like to meet you again.

You talked about your past, and I just wanna say, that if you talk more about it, you might feel better

If you wanna talk again, meet me at the Sea-Salt Ice Cream shop in the Main Plaza tomorrow.

Narora Senoku"

The boys face immediatly lightend up at this. He actually CARED about him?! His mouth slowly opened wider and wider in a childish manner, as he smiled. He would've danced and screamed now, but he only did so on the inside. Although something on the inside seemed to suddenly give him stomach aches, he prepared himself to go to the shop, and wait for the man there...

(I'm just gonna skip the day for Daisuke, if ya don't mind. Ya can put in yar next post what happend before with Naro. ^^)

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It was around noon, and the boy stood near the Sea-Salt ice cream shop, waiting for the male Angel. His previous stomach aches had gone worse, as if something inside him was trying to get him away from there. He took it as his own fear of actually telling anything, but stood strong. He can stay strong against himself for a little while - but not too long. Feeling slowly sick, he hoped for Narora to soon arrive. Maybe something happend to him? Maybe he had something more important to do? These paranoid thoughts ate more on Daisuke's sanity then he wanted to. His entire body shock in the fear to be dissapointed...

Narora walked out from around a corner, Kyuketsuki was still at his side, and he was talking pleasantly with her in his head.

'Every time i turn my head, you seem to make friends Narora-kun. Not only have you made friends with half of Heaven, you now have made friends with a Demon. Not that I'm complaining, its just, you seem to make friends to easily.' The pink haired woman spoke as she sat under the tree in his Mindscape.

Though Narora had explained her appearance to many, mainly by drawing, they never did get an idea of her personality. It was nice to have a voice like her in his head. She was like a second mother to him. And she only grew on him as he grew. They had gotten close enough for him to know that Kyuketsuki had-had a daughter when she was alive... kind of...

She was a Vampire. And as such, when Narora learned her name, he would use the abilities of a Vampire too.

A chibi Narora appeared in his Mindscape near a Chibi Kyuketsuki, and started to wave his arms around at her, mouth in the shape of a 3, with round, silver eyes. 'Kyu-kaa is mean!!!'

But enough of his insanity, he walked to the ice cream shop to find Daisuke, who seemed to be nervous. He called out his name and gave a small wave.

"Yo, Daisuke!" He called.

Daisuke was frantically biting on his nails untill he heard a familiar voice cross his mind. Stopping immediatly, and putting his hands down, his view shifted forwards.

"Narora-san! You came! You REALLY came!" smiling childish, he moved towards the angel. He seemed to be like yesterday - friendly, strong and brimming with energy. A few chuckles escaped the boys throat before he sobered.

"I thought you wouldn't come... b-because you're busy and all, I mean! Nothing personal..." Oh yes, it was PARTIALLY personal. But being the paranoid kid he is...

"H-How are you? Did yesterday's mission go well?" He asked this in a way, as if someone asks about the weather. Daisuke was obviously trying to be polite. Shifting his body nervously left and right, he looked up at the Angel whilst keeping his head slightly cocked to the side.

"I... you know... uhm..." His eyes shifted around, not being able to find the right words to start. Daisuke started to scratch his head, rather confused, and troubled out of his mind. Completely forgetting for a moment that they were standing infront of a shop, and that this is not the appropiate place to talk, a few words bubbled out of the boys mouth.

"I didn't have... a good past... I was..." his voice became severely quiter over the time.

"...A... childsoldier... and I... I killed so many... so many..." His voice shaked, as if dieing under the pressure he was visibly under. Tears formed up, and he looked up at Narora, whilst gritting his teeth in an attempt to contain control over his emotions. He made an absolute pitiful and heartwretching look...

Narora nodded to the boy, smile still on his face. "I sure did, wouldn't miss this." He said happily. "Hai, being busy is part of the Angel Job. Being ranked high usually gives you more missions to do. But I happen to have today off. My superior, Soutosh, is taking over for me today."

"I'm good thanks, and the mission was fine. A lot of my friends were there to help." He sobered up a bit as well, but still put on a smile.

As the boy began to speak of his past, Narora listened intently as he ordered two ice creams from the shop.

When he came back, the boy was almost in tears, as he looked up. He looked to be struggling too.

Narora nodded, then placed his hand on Daisuke's shoulder. "There's nothing to be worried about. Everyone has a past that we aren't happy with. Me included, I've done some things that I'll regret for the rest of my life..." He scratched the back of his own head, remembering all the blood that came with his one Mission in the past.

S-rank as it was. A very bloody S-rank. In the Human world, a mission had somehow been sent requesting a team of two Captain Class Angels. Narora and his friend, Yoruichi, had been sent on it. They were to kill an entire clan in another world...

It went off without a hitch, helping the lone human kill them all. When it was over, Narora had regretted taking the mission, even if Kami-Chan would have forced him too.

He came back to the real world a second later. He smiled. "The best thing to do? Talk about it, and work through it. Point is, not everyone is bad, just because they did something bad. Look at me, I kill Rogue Demons and Angels for a living, an yet, I'm ranked Captain Class for them. So I must not be all bad, right?" He left the question in the air as he began to walk, and waved to Daisuke over his shoulder. "Walk with me, we can talk on the way."

He tossed Daisuke the Ice Cream, it was still in its wrapper.

The boy, even if slightly torn inside, listend and understood that even an angel had bad times. Of course, everyone did. But he doubted, that he lived through the same life he did. If you can even CALL that a life...

Catching the ice cream and unwrapping it, he threw the trash into the nearest trash can and quickly returned. Daisuke loved the Sea-Salt Ice cream - it managed to taste salty, and yet, sweet. It was magically, to say the least. Slightly calmed by the gesture, he continued to talk between the occasional lick on his ice cream.

"Well, if you're sure that talking about it is the best thing..." He was sure that it was aswell, but this heavy doubt returned. The stomach ache. It grew ever larger.

"Well... I... We... My mom and dad were poor. That was fine, I just needed them but... a-a war came. Because of religion." As sad as this scene was, he had to chuckle in disgust. About religion, huh? And here he was, in the REAL religion.

"I got taken away, a-and had to drink weird stuff... i-it made me mindless. I-It made me kill... B-But I was only 8 years old then..." His tears returned, and this time his struggle was meaningless. Out of depression he started to lick the ice cream more, its coldness cooling his choking throat down.

"I ki-killed so many... a-and not only th-the ones I was 'supposed' to kill e-either. I-It took a wh-while but..." with what he was about to say, he was sure that the angel would reject him. His body shock, and his breath seemed to go nonexistant. Squeezing his eyes closed, and not being able to face Narora, he finished his sentence:

"I...I actually... started to enjoy... killing them... o-only for a short ti-time, but...!" He looked at Narora again, obviously hurt and sorry for everything.

"I killed them, Narora! I killed them all! All in the camp! There was so much blood...!" Looking away again, loud sobs escaped the boys mouth. In order to silence himself he almost stuffed his mouth full with the ice cream. It calmed him visibly, but the tears didn't cease, and were already visibly alot on his shirt. Whilst keeping the ice cream in his mouth, he looked with one eye at Narora, asking himself HOW he's going to react on all of this information.

Through all of Daisuke's conversation, Narora was quiet. He listened and nodded at the appropriate times, taking all of the information into account.

Daisuke was very young when he was exposed to Death. Death had a way of changing people. It change Narora, his friends, hell, it changed Kakashi, and he was normally emotionless in fights.

As Daisuke ended his speech, and began to cry, Narora's eyes softened. He looked forward and back, when he felt eyes on him, Daisuke's.

"Daisuke, It doesn't make you different... or a bad person, because of something you can't control." He stated, knowing from experience. "There are many Angels that I know, that love to Kill." He stated, the smile on his face still there.

"The only thing that matters... is, why you kill." He started again, looking forward. "My friend, Soutosh, he loves to kill. He can hide it good, acting like he doesn't care about anything, but underneath, is a demon side of him that comes out when he fights. That demon loves to kill. Of course, before he had friends, he would kill anybody. Anything." He stated, still walking, his ice cream half gone.

"He eventually learned control. He stopped it form hurting his friends. And, instead, trained it to focus only on enemies."

"But back to my other point, what you kill for, is the only thing that matters." He stopped walking, throwing his ice cream stick into a trash can.

"Daisuke, if you remember anything in your life, remember this: Fighting for Something, will always make you a better person." He stated, still kind, but slightly authoritative, like you would see in a Sensei directing a troubled student.

"Kami-Chan told me this once. When I was just beginning, I never really won fights or spars, because i had nothing to protect. She told me how she fought for Heaven and all of the worlds. From that point on, I decided to follow in her footsteps, protecting the same thing."

He leaned his weight on his other foot, and smiled brightly. "So, Daisuke... What do you wish to fight for?"

The boy was surprised to hear Narora tell a story of his own, and for a moment he felt as though they've known each other for ages. The feeling quickly faded, as the stomach aches grew now to a heavy cramp. He began to hold with one arm his stomach, whilst he quickly finish his ice cream aswell, throwing the stick away from a distance.

I... don't know who or what to fight for. I've always been taught that life is rough, and that killing to survive is my only option. I never wanted to do that. The only reason I'd ever have to kill is... is..." He looked down, searching for the answer deep in his heart. he wanted to give the more precise answer he could.

"...I would fight to protect my family and friends... Yes, that's the only reason I'd ever fight... L-Like you, Narora-san. I'd fight to protect you. I... really like you." The boy greeted Narora's smile with his own, and felt content with his answer.

Looking forward again, towards nothing in particular, he continued:

"The sad part is, I don't know how to fight. I know what was taught to me back then, when I was 8, but... all of these other guys always have weapons - Sourusodo, I think you call them?... I never got one, because I fled. I was too scared to learn how to fight..." He looked ashamed down, whilst noticing that Narora had a weapon to call his aswell. Everyone could do it, besides him. And it absolutely baffled him too how they seem to appear for the first time out of thin air.

"The one who took the test with me said that I had alot of Souropowa. Abnormally alot. But that my control was poor. Not like it matters now..." Daisuke scratched the side of his head, and wiped the dried tears away. Talking to Narora felt a thousand times better then talking to these wannabe psychatrists, who never cared about his needs and wantings anyway.

Narora grinned. "The feeling's mutual, I feel like I've known ya for years, I'll fight to protect you too, and its not hard to fight." He stated. His hand rested on his Sourusodo.

"Getting one of these, requires the use of a Test. If you wish, i could take you to someone to help you take the test." He stated. Kami had helped him, and various others. It was rare for a demon to be in Heaven, but it did happen. There were many Demons that acted as Spies for Heaven.

And he was sure it was the other way too. He always did feel like there was eyes on him in Heaven.

"Allow me to introduce you though, To get an idea of what its like to meet your Sourusodo's spirit." He pulled Kyuketsuki from her sheath, her blade gleaming brightly. "This is my partner, Kyuketsuki. I haven't learned her name yet, but i will someday."

He placed the blade on the ground, and held the hilt, his body had a slight outline of Sourupowa as he held his hand out to Daisuke.

"If you wish to, I can take you to meet her? Its a skill taught to all Angels so that other Angels can get used to having someone talk in their head."

The boy looked unsure for a few moments, as Narora explained him that he could go to heaven to take a test. A demon? In heaven? He explained that it's not normal, but okay. It still made the kid shudder lightly, but he nodded. In this world, not being able to fight, is like already having reserved a graveyard.

He stared at the sword Narora wielded, and gasped in awe once. That was a partner? A sword? And... that OBJECT had a soul? Shaking his head shortly, to return into this world, the boy nodded towards Narora, who was now covered in a weak silver light. He hesitated - but slowly grasped the Angel's hand and mentally prepared himself for anything that would happen now.

(Kinda made it short, because I don't know what else to say. ^^; )

(it's fine, the staff let things like that pass. it happens to all of us XD)

Narora let the pull of his Sourupowa spread to Daisuke as they both entered his mind. In the outside world, it seemed like only a second, inside however, time moved slower...

.::Narora's Mindscape::.

Narora opened his eyes to his Mindscape. It was an eternal night, with a blood red moon in the sky. The part they were standing on was a floating island over a silver water sea. A single tree at the edge of the island.

Below the tree, sitting on a chair near a table with two other seats, was his Sourusodo.

Kyuketsuki (I'll call her Akasha) sat there drinking tea. She was a beautiful woman, and looked to be about 23 years of age. She had bright, bubblegum pink hair that floated down to her mid back, and bright green eyes.

She set the cup down and smiled at both of them. "hello boys, have a seat." She gestured to the two other chairs.

Narora wasted no time in sitting next to her.

(I just updated Anime Heaven, the topic is up with a link to the new chapter. ^^)

Finding himself in Narora's mind, he gasped a few times. This world seemed so unreal, yet it was here, existing. It took for him a while to take everything in, but the tip of the iceberg was the previous "sword". It was a beautiful girl, young, youthful and... just beautiful. Daisuke's mind made backflips and frontflips - how can someone so beautiful be a WEAPON?!

He moved slowly towards the girl, still somewhat uncomfortable with the situation and sat calmly down. Blinking a few times, he took her in up-close. It made no sense to him how a 'young' woman like this could ever hurt a soul, but looks can be deciveing. Gulping once, he started to talk:

I'm pleased to meet you. My name's Daisuke Kirai." Although he sat, he folded his hands together and did a polite bow. he was going to treat this person like... a REAL person, and not a weapon.

So you are... Narora-san's Sourusodo?... I'm impressed to see someone so... uhm... good looking as his... sword." No matter how hard he tried to not sound like a total retard, he still used the most wrong of words. His nervousity was evident.

"Is my Sourusodo going to be just as beautiful as you? Because if that were the case, I wouldn't even mind..." This might have sounded perverted for most, but Daisuke said that in pure innocents. He didn't even care about anything sexual.

Chuckling nervous, he scratched the back of his head, a slight sweatdrop forming.


(Reading it right now. ^^)

The woman nodded at him. "Hello, Daisuke, my name is Bloodriver Akasha" (Narora can't here the name, only Daisuke can.) "And yes, I am Narora-kun's Sourusodo. I'm happy you would say this, it's been a very long time sense Narora brought someone here other than himself."

As he commented on his own Sourusodo, she tilted her head slightly. "I'm not sure about that. Everyone's Sourusodo is different. It all depends on the soul." She looked at Narora, who nodded. "I was actually brought to be Narora-kun's Sourusodo because his personality at the time was the opposite of mine."

Narora seemed to turn a bit red, like a Child being embarrassed by a parent. "He was cocky, arrogant, and all around annoying. But i was sure to... persuade him to my side." She stated, behind her was a collection of frying pans with Narora's face imprinted on them. They even had dates on them.

He listened to the woman. It didn't even seem bad to have a Sourusodo of his own! He smiled, happy at what seemend to be a healthy relationship between them. His face just quickly grew shocked when he saw all of the frying pans + dates! A huge sweatdrop formed, which slowly descented from his head.

Oh, for the love of... I hope that won't happen to me! I'd like to keep my facial expressions, thanks!" laughing aloud, it was the first time he openely laughed. He felt comfortable with Akasha and Narora. As if they were family. Relaxing inside visibly, he tilted his head slightly, looking extremely youthful.

"Tell you what: I think I'm going to get my own Sourusodo. Having someone to talk to like this is... really nice. Hahahaha! Although I'll be sure to hide all of the frying pans! Teheee~!" laughing once more, he shortly heard a voice on his own out of his mind. it sounded just like him, but far more menacing.

"You'd better. I'm growing tired of waiting, Daisuke." The words were mixed up and scrambled, but the boy looked as though he saw a ghost. Natsuki, laughing inside, returned to the corner he belonged to. But Daisuke was blinking over to the duo. He frantically asked:

"D-Did you just hear that?! It was as though a ghost spoke to me!" Obviously the two didn't hear it, and it was futile to ask, but the boy's temperature seemed to suddenly drop out of fear. Gasping a few times, he caught himself back up, but couldn't help to looked slightly scared. He knew they couldn't help him, but what... was that?

Narora and Akasha laughed along with his jokes, especially the Frying pan one... well Akasha did, but Narora turned slightly read, but still had a smile on his face.

Narora's eyes narrowed as he began to feel Daisuke's Sourupowa fluctuate. It grew slightly stronger, reaching well into High-Lieutenant level.

"Do you feel ok, Daisuke?" He asked, concern in his voice. Akasha nodded in agreement, having felt he flux too.

"If you don't feel alright, I could take you to see Kami? She might see something we cannot." He stated.

K-Kami? Y-Yeah, she might be able to help me... I'm sure she... can..." Throughout the sentence, Daisuke seemed to mentally faint. His eyes grew severely powerless, and his vision grew severely black. His entire body started to slump on the chair, as though something forced his soul out of the known control.

"N-Narora-san... I can't ke-keep my eyes..." he was cut off before he could finish his sentence. His eyes which were close to... closing, suddenly jumped open. His eyes now glowing a strong yellow, and his iris gone to demonic slits. He suddenly regained strength, and his Sourupowa rose. Kicking the chair suddenly away, his face had gone something he didn't show before: Rage. He looked completely fiendish at the two.

"Or not. If I can help it! You two are not going to discover me via Kami herself!... I'd rather..." He laughed shortly evil, and slightly insane.

"Show you myself what I am! You think I'm nice?! I'm a demon, you idiots! I've got you fooled, haven't I?! Or rather.. that damn DAISUKE did! That pest! If you're going to drag me to Kami, then you'd better do it with force, punk! Or else you'll be left with the scars that I'll cause you, you angelic FREAK!" letting out a demonic roar, he afterwards forcefully cocked his head back and laughed in an absolute insane manner.

He would've attacked Narora by now, but something wasn't allowing his body to. Something... what was it?

"Daisuke... you freak... you already like this man? You're so weak!" he said to himself, growling in rage. He looked with his slitted eyes straight at Narora, whilst showing his teeth, growling weakly.

Narora smirked as he stood. Standing tall and walking over to the Demon possessed Daisuke. "Problem with that, Demon." He stated. "This is my world." He stated, he snapped his fingers as chains appeared and wrapped around the Demon, binding him. "In everyone's inner world, they are God." He walked forward, finger glowing silver.

"So.. lets say.. i seal you away while your in here?" He stated, a mocking smile on his face as he tilted his head.

(may I?)

(Sorry, no. I've got plans with this fool. ^^)

Growling in heavy protest, he looked with a burning hatred at Narora. If looks could kill...

"Y-You...! Why, if we weren't here, I'd TEAR YOU APART!" roaring like a monster, completely unhuman, he was quickly choked out of it. The chains were heavy, and indeed, he was the god of this place. The eyes of Natsuki (the demon) widdend as he told him that he would seal him away. He hadn't even gained any power yet! His life was only beginning!

He had an idea. A smart one at that. He just hoped that the angel would look through it.

His struggles and voice suddenly calmed down, and his bright yellow eyes became slightly dull in submission. His enraged face became sad, and he gave in into the weight of the chains.

"... You don't understand. You don't understand what I am, or what I'm through! I'm everything that forsaken Daisuke took up! Everything negative!...I just want to live too, you know?" his voice by now sounded completely like Daisuke again, and his sad expression was just like back then, when he told about his past.

"I'll be nice from now on. I just didn't want you two to see me with Kami. I'm sure she would have killed me... and I... don't want to..." he started to fake a sad choking noise - but it sounded dratted real. He was the perfect actor.

"Please, don't bring me to Kami. You can bring me to her because of the Sourusodo... but not because of me. Daisuke doesn't even know of me... sayonara." he said, in faked sadness, and he body succumbed to his weakness. Falling almost dead down, Daisuke recovered, and returned with his deep brown eyes.

"What... what.... happend...?" he said, still rather drunk from the change, not noticing the chains.

(hai hai)

Narora dropped the chains with a thoughtful look on his face. He turned to Akasha who nodded to him.

He turned back to Daisuke and smiled. "Just a little to much laughing. you kind of passed out from it." he said smiling, and tilting his head. "If you wanna go see Kami now, she can give you the test for your Sourusodo?" he stated eyes kind.

Akasha nodded. "Yes, the sooner you do, the better. You might get a powerful Sourusodo."

"Too much laughing? Felt more like something was choking me from the inside..." The boy slowly stood up, unaware of what just happend. Unaware that he just basically threatened to kill Narora and Akasha. Scratching the backside of his head, he continued:

"Sure, I'm ready to find my Sourusodo... but only if you'll be there, Narora... and of course, you too, Akasha!" he smiled at the two, as if nothing happend. Moving up to them, he picked the chair up he previously kicked over and brought it back to its original place.

"I'd be honored to meet you sometime again, Bloodriver Akasha!" he was unaware that Narora couldn't hear it, but he smiled at her.

Moving up to Narora, he took his hand once more. A little quicker then needed, but it didn't really matter to him. It felt as though Narora was the big brother he never had.

Meanwhile, Natsuki was absolutely cursing inside his mind. How an "angel pest" could beat him, and so on. Including a few swears which concern Narora's mother and whatnot.