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"So... I thought cats only worked with senshi. Why'd you take up a couple'a Pages?"

Itsuki fluffed himself up, sitting on the lip of the roof of Destiny City First Bank, nestled in the perfect spot in the business district downtown. The cat was spying the streets, looking for the two Pages who had demanded asked to meet someone who knew more about the magical bullshit (as if a Guardian Cat wouldn't know!) "They don't have anyone, Themi-chan! At least senshi have us Guardian Cats, but Pages don't have anyone to help guide them! Besides--"

Themisto scoffed. He knew exactly where this conversation was going. Itsuki had already explained the run-in with the Negaverse Captain and both Lacrimosa and Themisto had a long talk with the cat about recklessness. Itsuki's ears drooped in shame. Disappointing his senshi always hurt his little heart (especially with Lacrimosa's heartfelt pleas to keep himself safe).

"One'uv'em saved you from that Captain, right?"

"...hai."

The eternal senshi seemed satisfied, for now, and the cat appeared to have learned his lesson. The young man clad in Japanese garb and ropes yawned and stretched, turning away from the cat on Page Watch Duty to do some stretches. "Welp, guess we'll see how this goes."

It all seemed like a crock of s**t, but Itataki had come and checked on them so there was a part of Gomorrah that felt obligated. That and the fact that this was the first lead they really had that didn't require himself or Sodom directly putting themselves in the line of danger.

Besides, after that ******** in the park they needed *something* and if that mean meeting this Z-chan or whatever the ******** the cat called his buddy, then so ******** be it.

He'd thought they could just sit out all this magical nonsense but the events of the other day proved him wrong and it made him irritable, as much as he hated being in this weird outfit that broadcasted their wearabouts and that they might be a threat.

It was garbage and he hated whatever thing thought this was a great idea.

"Who ********' knows. Let's just get it over with."

Movement caught the corner of his eye and instinctively, one arm moved out as his body shifted to step its way in front of the other Page protectively. He knew Noa--Gomorrah hated s**t like that but Sodom hated s**t like Gomorrah getting his a** beaten up and bitten by random freaks out in the street, so some ******** just had to deal with their overprotective spouse-partners sometimes.

The sensation that came with the new figures on the scene didn't feel as ominous as the others he'd stumbled across during daylight hours. While the ******** was dressed weirdly enough, he didn't seem to have a reptilian tail sprouting from his bottom half nor was he wielding anything ominous looking.

Just a cat. A really familiar, excitable looking cat.

His body physically relaxed, tension leaving his shoulders as the older man behaved himself and stepped back into place alongside the ginger he'd been walking with. While violet eyes seemed skeptical of the kid's getup, he couldn't deny the stronger aura that seemed to radiate from the senshi's direction.

So this was The Mister.

"Sodom." He acknowledged with a grunt. "I take it you're the ---" was owner even an appropriate word in this situation?? "---one who looks after Izoozi, here?"

Gomorrah didn't know what he was seeing exactly, only that up ahead some figure was dropping from a building and heading their way. Stormy eyes narrowed, one hand reaching for Sodom's arm and his fingers squeezed around the bicep when the man tried to block him a little. "Relax," he hissed, shoving past. "I'm fine."

Sure he was still a little sore from the pillar bullshit from earlier in the weak, he wasn't used to taking beatings as often as good old hubby might've been but he wasn't some weak a** p***y either.

When they met up with the dude and his cat, Gomorrah looked unimpressed. This was the guy that was supposed to provide them with information? What the ********. "This is just a kid." Who looked scrawnier than him.

And like Sodom could knock out easy.

"What ******** waste of time," he grumbled, already turning his back and fully intending on leaving.

A single meaty hand grabbed the bare arm of his partner as violet eyes cut over to him. While his first impression was similar to that of his spouse's, Sodom was surprisingly more open to hearing what the butt-winged senshi had to say... if anything, because he'd never had the opportunity to get most of his questions answered about this magical bullshit surrounding them.

"Half the twerps back at that building were teenagers." Another painful point, but a point nonetheless. They'd been tossed into a world surrounded by mostly children, of all people. His grunt was soft, directed towards Gomorrah as his head nodded towards the Eternal senshi nearby. "At least this one looks like his balls have already dropped, yeah?"

The kid in question was already getting riled up at the redhead's comment. The curse words littered in his own harsh words didn't phase the oldest of the group, Sodom concentrating more on what he was saying and not the language he was using to get across his point.

"What do you mean, corrupt? How can they corrupt us?"

Themisto shrugged at the observation that most senshi might be children. It was a fact, but as far as Themisto was concerned, a senshi was a senshi. Even someone fifteen and super was more knowledgeable than brand-new Pages at twenty-five plus in his book. At least one of these dudes was half-interested in learning what was going on, but the other? The other was an a*****e who thought he was better than someone with buttwings. Was it the lack of facial hair?

Beloved Denebola’s words rung in his head. Don’t let him get to you. Be better than that.

Welp, got Mom Voice goin’. Thanks, Mom.

Still, the senshi was visibly agitated at being insulted and put-down for being obviously younger than these two. Itsuki stood on his hind legs and papped Themisto’s chin gently to try and keep him focused on the task at hand. If they could assist just one of the Pages, then this would be worth it.

And Themisto might have gotten a little sick pleasure in thinking Gomorrah could be picked off easily in a pseudo-told you so, you should’ve listened to me moment.

The Mauvian had explained these two were husbands, and the thought of losing one’s spouse to stupidity and arrogance… Themisto wanted to say, <******** this guy, he thinks he’s better than me? Well, he can get his a** hit by a bus.. Mental Denebola put a stop to that was a disapproving look that she was deceptively good at. Mom Look - Super Effective.

With a roll of his eyes and an audible sigh, the senshi decided to ignore the redhead as best he could. “Corrupt, yeah. Negaverse agents can reach into your chest and just pluck that starseed right out and ******** with it, and then? Then you’re not you anymore. Pump ya full of darkness and bam, you one’a them. Pages are Negaverse agents, you know. ******** up ones, anyway. Honestly, I think corruption’s not the worst option they got for you. You’d at least be alive then. You could just be fed to the youma and they call you a done deal. No more you when your soul’s sittin’ in some monster’s stomach.”

Itsuki’s ears dropped when Gomorrah announced he’d have none of this meeting. At least Sodom was listening, though it broke the little Mau’s heart to know Gomorrah wasn’t interested. “Hai, that’s what that lady with the whip was. She was a Negaverse Captain, and they can teleport using Chaos energy. That’s why she disappeared when we beat her, Sodom-sama!”

“The youma leave ‘em alone cuz the Negaverse are like their masters and the youma are pets. They’d love to get a’hold of some Pages for dinner, no doubt. Why they don’t give you guys legit weapons, I dunno. But cats? Cats can suppress our energy signatures so you can walk around a little safer. I’ve seen ‘em corrupt senshi too, so it’s not like we’re safe and you aren’t. She was… really creepy. Cracks in her head and chest and… Yeah, no thanks. That’s why I beat the s**t out of whatever Negas I can find. Some ‘a them are just as young, which is… pretty ******** up, if you ask me. Askin’ these kids to pull souls outta people? And none of ‘em will tell me why. Maybe some of ‘em don’t know or don’t wanna say, but…”

Themisto scoffed. “You don’t get to mess with people’s souls on my watch.”

He froze at the tone of Sodom's voice.

It was a tone used so rarely with Gomorrah that he was almost startled by it when he turned, teeth sliding across each other when he clenched his jaw. Nostril's flared and he looked back at his spouse with narrowed eyes.

"Like I said," he hissed, lips curling up in an almost sneering way. "If you want to stick around, fine. But I'm not." His gaze lingered for a few more seconds before they flicked over to the buttwinged brat and his pawed companion.

There was a shake of his head and he was back to turning on his heel and stalking off.

Sodom could ask all the questions he wanted and get all the 'help' Themiko had to offer but he was going to do it without Gomorrah.

The fist at his side was visibly starting to shake as he watched the other Page more or less scoff back at him before retreating off - more like <******** off - probably with home in mind. Or work. Or wherever the ******** ******** decided he was going to ******** ******** off to. Whatever the case was, Sodom was pissed off and couldn't give less of a s**t. He didn't ask to be taken seriously very often and he made serious requests even more rarely. To be dismissed like that....

His jaw clenched, teeth grinding against one another as he fought to stay focused on what the senshi boy was telling him. All of it sounded ominous and horrible and why the ******** was he bothering with this Page bullshit if it was this grim and awful? but he listened anyways because someone had to do some ******** listening at the end of the day.

When Itsumo offered to chase after the redhead, Sodom's hand reached out in the universal sign of stop.

"Let him go," he growled, the hand he motioned towards the cat now shifting into two fingers that beckoned Themisto to follow him. "We can talk more about this s**t but I'm going to need a drink first."

It was either that or punch his fist through the nearest wall and he could only ********' imagine how much the furball would freak out about that.

Brushing past the senshi, violet eyes glanced over his shoulder before the dark haired man made his way down the sidewalk, the uniform of the Page shifting into shirt and jeans, leaving nothing but an incredibly furious Paul Jones in its wake.

"C'mon kid, I ain't got all day - you want a drink or not?"