This chapter might be a crap after fading out to who knows where. Upon coming back, I was lost on what to do. You might not be satisfied for this chapter (or the previous one and now maybe, the story) but I just don't know where my miniscule of writing skill went. I don't know where I dropped my enthusiasm, mood, ideas, and over all, my very important brain along the road of my life. *sigh*
I apologize for the late upload though. Lately these past months, our internet connection is swept away from the storms that visit us from time to time.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ao No Exorcist nor the picture for this fanfiction.

Warning: Out of character Night and Rin. OCs. Death. Etc.

Bright and warm sunlight passes through the windows tickling the pale skin of the teen lying on the bed. Gentle waves from the distance are not so far for a demon's ears not to hear. A certain black-haired man is wide awake even until this time. He never had a blink of sleep. He sits on his chair, not moving too much to make noise or to prevent waking up the other two sleeping bodies in the room with him.

His arms and legs crossing, Night scans the half-demon waiting for any hints of waking up. Along the time he is guarding the teen he has rescued, questions swarm in his mind. He just can't wait for the kid to open his eyes. He has become so impatient, that if he could, he would violently shake the boy and forcibly open his eyes to see and speak to him.

His long awaited break has been ruined. He has planned to think deeply – even for once – on his next actions for his probably upcoming boring life full of missions. After all, he has chosen to be an exorcist, another puppet for the Vaticans, just to take revenge on a demon and finally relieve himself from a little bit of burden he has on his shoulders. With the latter done, he thinks that, sooner or later, knowing the Vatican, his mind would be dissected by them for their next entertainment.

What's more, he just can't have to let the unconscious guy stay with them for long. He might be human but he is also a demon. Great, another threat and reason to have the Vatican go high up in their minds.

Night has kept the sword hidden from the bluenette's sight and reach just to be cautious. However, his race is not just the problem or the Vatican. From the start, those problems can never be avoided as long as there are labels: Human and Demon. His concern is not of those common and general rules. Night has to keep the unconscious teen as far away as possible to Angela. He doesn't want Angela to keep remembering those distressing memories. They have already moved on but having those blue flames flicker in front of their eyes brings them back to a continuous loop of that unalterable nightmare.

He glances over to Angela's body sleeping to another bed just beside the half-demon. Her chest gently rises and lowers, taking in air. Despite being beside the half-demon, she seems so relax in her sleep as if nothing's bothering her. There are no shivers, trembles, tears, or sudden jolts coming from her. Still, Night can't help but give her a worried look.

His reason and goal to be an exorcist might have been because he is blinded by revenge and at the same time the need and guilt of leaving the girl without helping and paying the gratitude, even though unbeknownst to her, he is not just a simple cat but a demom. He has been so desperate then, even risking his life by planning to be an exorcist. He knows there is nothing for his life once he has decided that. The Vatican could execute him on sight, without hearing his purpose, or if by chance he would be heard, he will only end up being the Vaticans' doll or simple playing and entertainment pawn. Both leads to unpleasant life for a demon like him.

Nonetheless, he does not care. All he knows is that at the end of his life, he is still going to die. He prefers to do something while he is alive. After everything that the girl, Monaka, has done to him, treating his wounds, giving him a name, showing him a peaceful and fun life unlike that of demons, he just wants to do something in return.

He has almost been killed by the damn demon, Pazuzu, and then involving Monaka. It is then that he met the exorcists that took pity of him.

He distinctly remembers, those gentle and compassionate hands, softly and slowly reaching out to him, treating his wounds, physically and mentally. He has thought that everything has been planned from the beginning. They pretend to be kind, help and warm up to him so he could lower his defense. He has heard that though humans; they too have their own demons inside them. Night, as the demon he is, always looked at those hypocritical beings to step on the weak demons as a form of entertainment and other reasons. He has expected to be a laughing stock when the moment comes; the moment when he, a demon, will cry out in betrayal from all those false hope.

Among those humans, however, Monaka and her family has been the exception so far. There would be very thin chance to find people like them much like how one in a million light years would a very purely innocent and kind demon – one that has never eaten even an insect – be born.

The determined demon has already thought all of it and has prepared himself. Just being an exorcist, under the filthy hands of the Vatican, an untainted demon hunter is non-existent. That's why, Night then has thought it was better to kill off the bright hope and just conclude that at the end of life, there is death.

Oh, how he has judged too early and been proven wrong. He does not know whether to feel happy and lucky or to be confused and be disappointed after all those deep self-thinking and life reflections on experiences.

A male exorcist has been willing to take him up his shoulder. A raven haired man with his soft but deep blue eyes smiles at him.

At the memory, Night can't help but close his eyes to think at those days.

He is still young then. It is normal for a man to have bigger body measures compared to a young lad. But for Night, it is different. That man's back is bigger and wider, able to protect someone he holds dear, and his shoulders could carry a very huge burden; a burden that involves nurturing a demon, keeping it alive, teaching it to fight back properly and worse, to make that said demon to be an exorcist.

The young demon has been very confused and lost. He has already questioned the man's actions. That man is extraordinary like a stray puzzle piece that doesn't fit to the current picture.

When that man takes him to his house, declaring it as Night's house starting on that day. It is greatly surprising for him that it is not just one exorcist that has been listed as his watchperson – or his 'guardian' as humans call it. Rather, there are two of them.

Warm slender hands reach out to him, gently patching him up, bandaging his wounds. He could only stare wide eyed as his body is being treated, listening to the woman yelling, scolding at the other exorcist.

Yeah. Angela is still the same. She still has her loud mouth shouting at the wrongdoer at the same time, wearing a very concerned expression on her face.

She is still the same. Or so what most people thought.

Smooth slender arm stretches towards the afternoon sky. On her hand, a round ring fits perfectly circling around her ring finger. Two simple shining blue stones are carved into her silver ring. Not even the orange tinted afternoon sky can change the color of the stones. Not even the approaching cold night wind can defeat the warmth coming from the intricately carved words of 'Forever' behind it.

"Please stop staring at it. It's embarrassing." A low polite voice mumbles interrupting the woman's admiration.

"What, are you saying that you're embarrassed at proposing to me?" without taking her eyes off the ring, the woman teases.

The owners of the voices are both lying on the floor beside each other, taking time to relax on the new surroundings. Angela, the red headed woman wears her exorcist uniform which is different from the usual; worm over a plain long-sleeved white shirt and plain black pants, her exorcist uniform is shorter not reaching her knees. Beside her, a man with spiky dark brown hair swept to his right with dark blue eyes, is also wearing the usual exorcist uniform with guns under it. He is blushing while staring at the girl beside him. Yes, to the girl he has proposed to days before.

Thinking back to the day he has given the ring, he has second thoughts now.

Angela might have readily accepted the ring and believes his stutters, still, they are too young as what his mind screams. He himself is 21 years old and it's already accepted and known in the society to have someone propose to in that age. On the other hand, Angela has just turned 18 months ago. He mentally slaps himself on letting his feelings drive him rather than the rational and logical thinking of planning out first.

"Yeah, stop it. You guys are embarrassing. It's not that big of a deal anyways. And, Shino-san, you are acting like a girl madly in love with that red face of yours. Creepy." A young boy's voice breaks his self-reflection and regrets.

"Why don't you join us and pretend to be our good little brat?" Angela chuckles to herself as she sees Shino's blush turn deeper. The woman could tell some thoughts of the man questioning another meaning behind her words; whether she means it as planning to have a child or just a simple counter to anger the third party.

"Oh, shut up! Who would want to be your kid? And you're still a brat yourself! Your body is not showing developments!" shouted the young boy moving his hands in front of his chest emphasizing his point of Angela lacking the development in that area. Angela stands up completely mad at being insulted.

"What did you say, you brat!? Look at you! You haven't developed too!" The two starts to bicker and Shino could only sigh at their usual antics. His thoughts long been shoved behind his mind. He is now more embarrassed at creating a scene in a temple.

"Please stop it, the two of you. Also, Night, don't do that in that 10 year old human body of yours. It looks inappropriate." The oldest of the three intervenes and stops the young boy, Night, at teasing Angela by putting his hands in front of his chest like cupping a breast. "And why are you in that form?" he continues with a question. After all, they have come for a mission and Night is only to act as his familiar since the demon is still training to be an exorcist and still can't control his human form to how he wants to look like. Also, the Vatican has stated that Night shall never be out of their sight which is the reason for bringing the trainee with them on missions. This has gone for almost a year for the three of them.

Shrugging, Night, just explains calmly, "I'm practicing at my human form. I want to be able to change to a body that fits my current age and not some kid. For demons, I might just be a kid, but for humans, I've lived equivalent to that of a teenager by now." This earns an amused Angela to keep herself from laughing, interrupting Night from his quite smart thinking – for once. "Don't worry I will change back to my demon cat form once the mission starts."

Night just rolls his eyes at Angela and decides to finally talk to Shino remembering his previous purpose of interrupting them. "Shino-san, the team is regrouping and planning the final actions."

They have been called for a mission on a mountainous area in the north part of Japan to find and exorcize demons. The Japanese branch has been receiving calls from the people of the temple complaining about a huge demon inhabiting in the forest way back and orders its minions to steal food from the humans. Shino and Angela have just gotten back from their previous mission when they are called to be a part of a team for this mission. The demon might not be of a higher class but it poses a great threat because of its hundreds of smaller and lower-ranking minions. A team of Upper Second Class exorcists with a few Middle First Class exorcists is gathered. Among them, Shino is one of the Dragoon and Aria exorcist assigned to defend the other Arias while Angela, a Dragoon and Doctor is assigned to focus on the task of backup and healing anyone that will be too injured. Night is there on an exception as he is not to be left on his own and has to go with his guardians. He only interferes in the exorcising when his help is greatly needed.

The group has known each other for a while. They have been on the same team for some missions as their ages are near at each other's making them easy to get along. There are some veterans and some new exorcists on their ranks but they are not strangers to each of them. Every once in a while, they converse and just a few moments ago, they have congratulated Shino and Angela with tease and jabs.

With the team's cooperation and experience with their own unique skills and techniques, they have handled the weak demons, the slaves of the bigger demon. Despite being a big demon that governs its own group, it is surprisingly weak. It has not engaged in a battle against so many exorcists of their rank. This and the fact that for the past years, it has let his slaves fight and find food for it, leaving it with a very huge glob of fats dangling at its body. It has made the exorcists to be at an advantage.

The mission is a successful one. One of the exorcists groans at the mess from defeating the demon, and at this, he grabs his phone to contact the headquarters requesting for the clean-up team.

One ring, two rings, and it keep ringing without any signs of the other line answering it. This has made the other exorcists stop their tracks to wait for an answer. However busy the headquarters may be, they do not take this long to answer a call from a group of exorcists in a mission.

A sudden feeling of anxiety and worry disturbs their minds. Their pessimistic thoughts and possibilities send chills down their spines. As exorcists of their rank, they do not let such emotions be shown off on their faces and lower their defenses. They expertly hide it in a mask of plain impassive and slight seriousness.

The silence that is unknowingly born a few moments ago is harshly replaced by a ring of a phone from the appointed leader of the group. Flawlessly, he answers the call. Everyone around has gone silent to listen to the conversation and the possible orders or news from the headquarters. They have strained their ears but they could only hear bustling and screaming of possibly orders on the background. It does not help them that there is static interfering making the exorcists to move closer to hear more. The speaker on the other line speaks in a hurried and quite panicked voice. The exorcists could only make out some of the words from his incoherent message.

Hurry… Run… Safety… Protect… Incantations… Circle… Holy Water… Coming…

Everyone is intently listening for the rest as the message sounds like an emergency possibly telling them to prepare for a foe on their way. At that, the other exorcists glance at the previously defeated demon and at their surroundings.

They are ready for any attack to happen. They are not expecting for the next word that has attacked their minds.

Satan…

The exorcists visibly flinch at hearing this word turning around to stare unbelievingly at the phone. Experts as they are, that cursed name alone can break their defense and masks as they shiver and slightly whimper in fear.

Cold sweat trickles down at the back of their necks. As fast as it slips down, it evaporates from the bright blue flames burning at the mangled body of the demon they once defeated.

Fast on understanding at their predicament, Shino grabs his grenade of holy water, opens it and splashes it to Angela rather rudely and orders for them to run.

Dread fills the forest crawling to the skin of the exorcists as they run away from the blue flames. Other offensive exorcists stalling at the rear are throwing their excess holy water at the flames in a meaningless attempt of extinguishing it.

Their efforts are far from dousing out the cursed flames. In a matter of seconds, one exorcist is engulfed with blue flames, possessing the shrieking, clamoring, bawling, clawing exorcist.

Panic rises. Adrenaline pushes their feet to continue running helplessly. The harsh gurgling sound of burning flesh echoes on their ears and through their minds.

One by one the exorcists are being possessed by Satan. They do not need to look back to make sure. The burning putrid smell of human flesh and blood invades the back of their throat. The throaty screams and the low guttural mumble of 'This is no good.' and 'Not this one.' haunts them to no ends. Everything is nauseating.

It all happened so fast. Shino-san was screaming, ordering at me to turn into my demon cat form despite knowing I can only maintain it not for long. He lifted Angela to my back and yelled at me to bring back Angela to the temple where they set a magic circle as a barrier from the demons.

I could only carry one person with my state at that time. He prioritized Angela's safety than his own. Surprisingly, my life came with it. Did he even think about his life, even just once?

As I carried a crying Angela, I run and jumped from tree to tree. We were not even able to witness how Shino-san died. But if we did… would Angela and I still be able to get back on our feet?

I forgot how long we stayed inside the very center of that barrier. I forgot how long we were afraid of having Satan burn our skin with his blue flames. I forgot how long Angela cried muttering Shino-san's name like a mantra. I forgot what I did to comfort Angela at that time, or if I did. I forgot how long the reinforcements arrived, how long for them to finally discover the bodies of the exorcists with us. I forgot the words they said to both Angela and I.

I could not remember how long I was inside a dark and cold cell, the Vatican saying something like I am a demon and the bastard Satan might use my body or something like Angela can't take care of me for the moment.

I could not remember those dull mundane days as Angela finally picked me up with an empty smile, how we spend our days to our house that seems too spacious for just the two of us, how our conversation ended without anyone stopping us.

Weak. I was so weak. I am so weak.

I was not able to save Shino-san then. I was not able to cheer Angela. Heck, I was about to crumble then. I needed more help than Angela did.

Even now that I am stronger than before, I could do nothing about Shino-san's death. I can't bring him back. Getting stronger and going into missions can't bring him back much more than crying and doing nothing at all.

But I still remember…

I remember how Angela is so precious to Shino-san. I remember how he smiled at the two of us. So I pathetically decided to at least protect Angela right now.

Ah, I am just running away with this.

Hearing little shifting on the bed, Night opens his eyes to look at the source. He is taken aback, his furrowed brows from anger is replaced with that of worry and his pathetic thoughts of himself long forgotten from the scene in front of his eyes.

The injured teen is wide awake sitting on the bed. He is just there, sitting on the bed, hunching his back, his head is lowered and his hair covering his expression.

"O-oi." Night silently curses himself at the stutter and lack of better words to say. He knows nothing of properly talking from a patient who just almost died and just panicked the first time he woke up. Night does not know whether to approach or have a topic of conversation.

Suddenly, upon hearing, the teen acknowledges Night by turning his face to the person who just called him.

Again, Night is too shocked to properly react. The teen is crying his eyes out, his streaming tears glistens from the morning light, his breathing erratic from sobbing, and upon further look, the teen's eyes look so confused, anxious, frantic and lost.

Night does not know what he did or if he did something or what's wrong with the kid. He does not know what to do. He does not know how to react or move his body and the gears of his mind in such situation. He does not know what kind of expression he is currently showing to the kid.

But it hurts.

But what hurts?

His chest? From what? From seeing the kid in this state?

No. That would be wrong. He is not the one injured here. Maybe, he only thinks it hurts because he has seen the kid look so hurt and he just knows it hurts. After all, the kid is tightly clenching his fist clutching at his chest even drawing blood from it.

Blood…

Night noticed too late. Moments ago, he is lost from the teen's expression. Before he could reach and grab the teen's hand away from the injury, Angela is already beside the crying teen. Night has failed to notice Angela awake.

Angela is slowly and gently soothing the crying teen. She rubs his back while her other hand softly holds the teen's clenched fist, soothing it and slowly making it release its grip on his injured chest. The teen's breathing slowly evens out looking at the red-haired woman gently hugging him as if he is a fragile object that breaks easily if held too strongly or too loosely.

Angela gently pats his head, smoothing out his blue hair and whispers to him almost like how a mother lulls their crying child to calm down.

At this action, the teen cries more and holds tightly – almost desperately – to Angela. Upon seeing this, Night can't help but hiss in worry and irritation.

Crossing his arms, he directs his gaze towards Angela, neglecting the moment and the crying teen.

"I've been meaning to ask this. Oi Angela, I know you've always been the goody doctor, always helping any injured person out there but I just don't get why you look so calm and unfazed by the fact that right now, that one you are holding in your arms, treating and calming down is a half-demon with the fuckin' blue flames at that." He just has to say that it with caution in his words, leaving out the word 'Satan' but instead curses and uses 'blue flames'.

"Night, who does he remind you of?" Night does not move from his previous position, his arms still crossing. He raises his brows at the question. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

Angela, still holding the teen in her arms, chuckles at the puzzled expression of Night, "For me, he looks a lot like you."

Night widens his eyes at the ridiculous statement. Once again, he does not know why Angela has said that. To Night, it almost seems like the woman is speaking a different language.

"He is like you when you first came to us. Your eyes were so lost." "But I did no – " "But you did not cry like him. I know, I know. You also had a little bit more determination and desperation." Angela cuts Night mid-sentence, already knowing his comeback.

"Still, you look like a little kid so lost in this vast world that you were about to be swallowed up by the darkness." Angela looks down at the teen in her arms, his cries slowly diminishing to silent sobs. Night does not know whether Angela has addressed that to him or to the teen.

And the demon exorcist finally somewhat understands a little bit of what Angela has been spouting about.

"And his eyes, though of a different shade, it's blue. Just like Shino's." Angela gently smiles at the memory of Shino's, her lover's, eyes.

Night silently agrees at the fact. He does not continue their topic of Shino and he instead directs his attention to the teen. Now that he is finally awake, Night can ask him questions.

"So first," Night breathes out slowly as to avoid startling the teen and possibly receiving a violent reaction. "Hey kid, what's your name?"

Angela gently pushes the teen away from her to have him looks at them in the eyes and answer properly. They wait for a while to not agitate the teen. However…

They receive no answer.

"Hey brat, we just helped you, so answer us and don't be so rude." Night impatiently asks for the answer while sounding so rude.

"Hua… Uhhh…" Incoherent sounds comes out from the mouth of the teen and tears starts to form at the corner of his eyes threatening to spill as he looks scared at Night. His hand once again holds Angela's as his body trembles in confusion, anxiety and fear.

"Wah, what's wrong with this kid?" Night says a little bit surprised at the reaction. He feels like a bad guy interrogating a child.

On the other hand, Angela is shocked and immediately checks the teen, touching and feeling his throat and checking his mouth.

Nothing. There's nothing wrong. She can't find something wrong with the teen's voice or mouth.

"Do you know your name? Where did you come from? Do you know where you are right now? Do you remember something? Just tell us something. A name? Even just a name?" Angela speaks in one breath, not pausing in the middle.

They do not receive any verbal answer. The teen just shakes his head. However, it is not as an answer to their questions. It is more like the teen helplessly blocking out the noise in confusion, not wanting to be bothered by the questions.

The teen just furrows his brow in confusion and worry. His eyes are telling he knows nothing and he is not faking anything.

A/N: I've been out of it for months now! I'm so sorry everyone! My plot bunnies kept leaping out of my brain and then mosquitos, flies, bees, worms and other insects have been eating at my brains! I just remembered that I started this last year and it's been months I last updated this. Seriously though, I thought about taking this down since first fanfictions are really embarrassing and upon reading it again, not a blanket is enough for me to hide into. I wanted to disappear because of embarrassment! But then, I also wanted to continue this. In the middle of my internal conflict, my ideas for this got lost. Owu

About the story, well, Night is still a demon and just can't help it that he hates the Vatican, is what I'm thinking. And because of that, the characters are now all out of characters! What's more, I added OCs! And their dragging romantic story! You are now free to kill me! *opens arms to any things thrown at me* *sob sob*

Now, I'm trying to patch the holes on my brain because I found out that I still received follows, favorites and one or two reviews even after disappearing for long. And now that I think long for the plot, it keeps on prolonging and prolonging. And then, it expands more with the involvement of Satan. Like, WTF! It's like this is my original story that I can just keep on writing. I really don't know what to do now. What am I doing!? Watch me, I might drop this later. TwT

So, what do you think? Leave a review so I know if I should continue this or not or if there are still some readers for this.