Author: Here again to continue and finish this oh-so-suckish chapter... Enjoy! :)

Summary: After the two day mark, Labrador was once again in a fine condition. He was again locked up in his room just to be tinted by Verloren...

Innocent purple eyes snapped open. Labrador inhaled lightly as his eyes adjusted to the lightings. He was back in his room, he thought. Touching the wound done two days earlier, he found bandages wrapped around it. He sighed before doing his best to sit up.

A hand supported his back, to his surprise. The incarnation of Profe looked at the owner of the hand in surprise. Frau was smiling at him mischievously as he helped the youngest bishop up. "How are you?" the blond asked.

Blinking, he looked around his plant covered room. Castor was trying to make tea with the seeds, Lance helping the spectacled male, and Frau at his side. Concern were written on their faces.

The puppet master looked at him and smiled weakly. "You have been out for two days now, Lab. Your Zaiphon was entirely drained."

Memories of Profe being harassed surged through his mind like a train. He clutched his aching head after a while before taking in shallow breaths.

Lance pushed Frau out of the way and came to his master's side. "You okay, Master Lab?" he asked, examining everything in his sight.

Labrador smiled weakly. "I'm fine, Lance," he replied softly. "Just a headache."

"What was that for?" the incarnation of Zehel demanded and pushed Lance lightly. The two started yelling and pulling each other's hair. Lance had his fingers hooked in the other blond's mouth and yanked it. The cigar smoking bishop took his head and gave Lance a noogy. Soon the two were again fighting

Finally succeeding in making tea, Castor head kicked the two before giving Labrador the tea. "This might calm you down," he offered. "And we better take out leave before Lance and Frau destroy your plants," he smiled and dragged the two blonds out.

Labrador chuckled and took a sip on his tea. After finishing the glass, he laid back down and drifted to sleep.

"Young Labrador," a soft yet cheerful voice whispered in his dream. "My name is Profe, Young Labrador and I need a favor to ask you."

"Wow, you look beautiful, Profe," he thought. "What is it?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the angel.

"Please, I beg of you. Stop Ayanami at all cost. Don't let him take Pandora's box," her innocent eyes turned blank and the angel turned into a reaper. "Never let him take Teito..."

A gasp escaped her lips. She was now staring at the ceiling of Labrador's room. "How?" she asked as she raised her manicured hand towards her view. She was solid again. This made the ghost very alert. "Where's Labrador?" she panicked.

"Looking for this, Beautiful Profe?" Verloren's dark voice murmured.

Profe snapped her head towards the sound of the voice to see Labrador limping on the wall, unconscious. The only thing that is making him stand, or rather float, is the red Zaiphon wrapped around his fragile body. The strongest ghost was beside him. "Don't you dare hurt him!" she shrieked. "Help!"

"No use screaming. No one will hear you. I place a spell around this room. If I can't have what I want. Nobody will be leaving this place!" he roared.

The female stepped forward. She had little Zaiphon to use, compared to Verloren. She glared daggers at her fellow ghost. She let her hand rest on the table, trying to find something that will hurt Verloren. "Let Labrador go," she hissed.

The male took out a sword and let the edge of the blade slide on Labrador's cheek.

"Stop!" Profe found a pair of scissors and dashed towards the sadistic male.

Verloren grinned. He stabbed the bishop's shoulder making the female stop on her tracks with horror. The body coughed up blood. Another stab on the other shoulder made Profe kneel. She shook her head and covered her eyes. "Stop!" she yelled.

"Why would I?" the harsh voice replied. He pointed the tip of the sword on Labrador's neck. "Such awful taste, Profe. A male?" He slashed the cloth apart and opened the wound on the gardener's chest once again.

"Don't hurt him!" Profe cried out. Hugging her shoulders she looked at her right. "I'll do anything," she murmured.

"What?" Another slash on Labrador's leg. The incarnation of Profe was already bathing in his own blood but still alive.

"I'll do anything! Just don't hurt Labrador!" she shouted.

That was the only thing Verloren wanted to hear. He threw the body of Labrador on the corner and walked towards the kneeling female. Pulling her hair for her to stand up, he kissed her greedily. Profe didn't accept the kiss, making the male bite her lips until it bled. Pulling her hair again, the female was now looking at the ceiling. Verloren was already kissing the prophet's soft neck.

"I'm sorry," Profe thought as she remembered Labrador. She cringed when the male bit her sensitive spot.

After a few seconds, her body collided with the wall. Her hands raised above her head as the male went down. He growled as his lips touched the fabric. With his free hand, he let his sword slide the cloth. Profe gasped and closed her eyes, knowing what will happen next.

Verloren only smirked. This was what he was waiting for. His mouth was then occupied by Profe's nipple. His right hand pinching the other.

Feeling her body arch at the sensation, she let out a gasp. She was thrown on the bed, the male hovering above her, nibbling her neck once again. "Remove your underwear," Verloren hissed. His hot breath on her skin made her shudder.

Reluctantly, the prophet did what she was told. Her hand laced around the garter of her panties as she slid it down. Wincing when the sadist's fingers were sliding up her thigh. She felt a finger enter her. Feeling a hot sensation, she let out a soft moan before realizing what she did. "No," she whimpered.

"That's it, Profe. Give yourself to me," the sadist breathed. He let another finger enter her, watching the twisted expression of the female. "I know you want to." Another finger went in again. He pushed his fingers deeper, earning an unpleasant groan.

Profe couldn't hold her noise. She bit her lips until it bled. She felt her body sway with Verloren's fingers. She was wet with her own juice. Feeling him stop his actions, she sighed when the fingers were removed. Another gasp escaped her lips when a slimy tongue entered her. "S-stop," she pleaded. This was the only time Profe hated her body. The sensations she was getting was making it hard to think.

Verloren licked the juices of his prey. He felt his pants tighten so he stopped his actions. "Do me," he ordered.

Profe shook her head and covered her body. She was staring at the body in the corner.

"Do it or else," the male's sword was thrown at the body. Luckily, only inches from Labrador's face. "Or I'll kill him."

The female had no choice. She went out of the bed and knelt in front of the ghost. She removed his pants and stared at the erection near her face. Hesitantly, she wrapped her fragile hand around his length and pulled it up and down.

Verloren was drowned in pleasure. His hand gripped the blankets as Profe [who is also in a verge of insanity] kissed the head. Licking it slowly, then swallowing it. Verloren took hold of her head. He shoved the female into his length harshly.

Hot tears were already rolling on Profe's cheeks. She gave the male a blow job until he let his seed into her mouth. The female pried herself away but was caught by Verloren's hands. The outcome, her beautiful face covered with semen.

"It's not over yet," the male stated as she slammed the female back into the bed. Lifting her legs up, he found her entrance and shoved his length into her wet insides. Profe gave a cry of agony as Verloren groaned in pleasure. He thrust again, harder and faster. The sadist was out of his league now. He was thrusting like an animal, not caring about the female's cries.

Blood was slowly dripping on the blanket. Profe's virginity was no more. Her cries turned into moans. Her sanity completely abandoning her. She was nearing her climax. "AAHH!"

The sadist felt Profe tighten. He knew she was coming, he continued his rough thrusts. He let out a moan when he felt her orgasm.

The female ghost felt his seed coat her inner walls. With a few more hard thrusts, Verloren removed his member out, panting. He wiped his member with a blanket and vanished.

Profe was still in bed, panting. She was crying silently at what she did. She covered her body with the blanket as she walked towards the body. "I-I'm s-s-sorry," she muttered when her voice and sanity came back. "To save you, I had to do that." With her last words, she vanished into him.

Labrador opened his eyes, knowing that it was too late to help his ghost. He, with Profe, was now tinted. He could feel his ghost crying. "It's finally over... With a great cost..."

Author: I suck! Damn!