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"I can't answer now. Ask again later," he replied breathlessly. Despite not answering her question, he smiled inviting play. His eye was half closed, but locked to hers. Then he grunted in surprise at the force she used to kiss him.

He was thoroughly distracted so hardly noticed when she pressed him into the grass and straddled him. Sitting on his chest, she began to blush and the demon wanted very much to kiss each cheek tenderly. But he was pinned. One hand loosened from its vice grip on the ground and spread out on the side of her thigh, toying with the hem of her skirt.

"Such a tease," he laughed on the tail end of a breath before she claimed his lips once more. Tilting his head up, he encouraged her to deepen the kiss.

(Nemo post!! >.<)

Poking the eggs on his plate, he shook his head, appetite lost. Pushing the plate away from him, he instead took a reassuring sip of his coffee. His shadowed eyes narrowed, as he thought.

"Gazing, touching, smelling. Things like that," he explained after letting the silence grow between them. Idly, he brushed his shaggy bangs away from his eyes. They abruptly fell back into his face, to which he grumbled and pushed them aside again.

"These thing allow him to steal your life away."

(I'm only laughing cause you're laughing. ^'^ and Sai, Nemo's panicking at the moment or else he'd probably tell you, but he's 15. lol)
A low chuckle managed to escape at hearing her squeak.

"I've already told you that this body is yours. Do with it as you will," he told her huskily. "I ca-" he was cut off with a gasp as Tsukiko bit his lip. Little sparks of electricity ran along his body. When she let him go, he found that he was panting, but didn't understand why. He didn't need breath, so why was his chest feeling so tight?

The nightmare spawn did not have time to ponder it as soft hair tickled his neck. Eyes rolling back, he shuttered beneath her.

"How can I be feeling this?" he asked aloud. A moan bust from him at the feel of her tongue on his skin. It was deep and sensuous, making him shiver again from the sound of it. He did not know he could make such a sound, but wondered if she liked hearing it. "Th-this should-dn't be poss-sible," he stuttered.

Blink blinking, Nemo looked up at Fyte. Fear twisted his face, the shadows deepening his stormy gaze.

"Dear God. He's doing it again." Even as he thought it, the small boy's eyes darted around the room. So many, he thought. So many in peril. In a slight panic, he closed his eyes tight, forcing himself to concentrate on the little space he knew Palian entered from.

'Demon stay away. Stay away in your hell. Stay in the darkness. And never come out,' he thought. Each word piercing with fear and anger. He would not stand idle while the demon gained power to kill. Not again. The message carried on a whisper, through the tendrils of thought and shadow. To the resting place of his nightmares. Where the demon lay in the grass.

"You may not own me," he purred. "But you can definitely keep me." He gave her a face as she pulled away. How could she ask such a thing? Did he enjoy it? Didn't the noises he make and the illiteracy she reduced him to prove he did? But she wanted to hear the answer, somehow he knew that.

"Above all else," he confirmed with a nod. Making him shiver again with her damn kisses and those incessant sensitive ears of his, he almost didn't answer her question. "Me feeling this," he explained. His eye was fascinated with the way her fingers toyed with his shirt. Almost like she wanted to rip it off, but too afraid to do so. "Whilst here, I am cut away from my waking form. And you don't feel anything in dreams physically. So it is odd to suddenly feel like I am in the waking world. Experiencing you as you experience me."

As she continued her ministrations, he felt a cold shiver race along his spine. The demon was not paying attention, his mind already flooded with the sensory input. "It's alright," he assured her. He wanted to yell, let loose the buildup of bubbles within so she could see just how she effected him. It was not meant to be, however. As she blew into his ear two things happened.

Palian shuttered in rapture and a chain was wrapped around his middle. Eyes opening, he looked down at the links, unable to process what he was seeing.

"No. Master no," he cried as he was pulled ten feet back and suspended into the air. Struggling unsuccessfully, he managed to catch a glimpse as a leather strap lined with spikes floated by on a breeze before snagging onto his face, covering his eyes completely. The spikes dug in, causing rivulets of blood to steam down his face.

"Ah!" he screamed as swords dropped from a sky darkened by thick clouds. One black luster blade pierced each hand, leg and a larger one ran through his middle. He coughed blood, still trying to beg for freedom. Another scream let loose. One of pain and anger as he tried to pull away, but smaller chains appeared to pull his arms and legs straight out, hooks in the links snagging his flesh.

Thunder roared across the now muddled sky, lightning crackling unseen. A flash of lightning made his form seem unreal as he ceases to struggle against his bonds. Heaving in ragged breaths, he balled his fists around the blades that pierced them.

(like the sudden twist in mood? lol)
"I won't let him take you away." He knew that voice. A white noise tried to flood over it, but he clung to the knowledge that he knew who this was. Then the pain returned and he screamed.

"Stop!" he cried when she attempted to take the blade out. It hadn't budged an inch. Cringing under the pain, his head drooped. "I am not going anywhere," he panted. He spat the blood that filled his mouth before lifting his head in Tsukiko's direction. "And he can't hear you."

Unmoving, the chains settled around him. Whenever he shifted, they tightened. There were no mountings that held his bindings in place, the chains just seemed to go on forever in each direction. His feet dangled above the ground, blood dripping from his wounds. The blades twisted every time he moved as well.

"Please," he whispered. "Please go." He knew it sounded harsh, but there was nothing she could do from here. It hurt his pride more to have her see this weakness in him. A painful reminder that he was a slave.

Even speaking made the blades twist slightly as if in warning, which made him cry out. The tail end of his cry was a growl. A deep, primitive one. The kind you only hear when a predator is about to strike out.

"I'm sorry. Your dream must end now," he sighed in barely a whisper, anger lacing the words. "Do not kill him if you should cross paths. It will only make things worse for me. And maybe I can come out to play, once he let's his guard down and sleeps."

♪ Fyte Ancell ♪

♪ Looking up into the sky, looking for the reason Why I'm here and why you can't be here ♪

Her heart stopped cold as she heard his last sentence. "Th-then… does that mean Tsukiko is in danger?" Fyte asked, scared for her friend. She knew her friend had no qualms about being close or in contact with Nemo's demon, which would mean that if anyone, she'd be the one most in danger. Looking up at the boy across from her, she frowned as his face expressed is fear. "Nemo? Nemo, are you okay? What's wrong?" Fyte asked worriedly, reaching out across the table to grasp his hand in hers.

♪ If you loose me somewhere, and your tears are in the air I will ring a bell until you feel me by your side ♪

[[orz I feel bad because all my posts seem to be really short as of late.]]

Tsukiko's lips pulled away crimson. Palian gave a ghost of a smile at the touch. 'If only,' he thought. He knew she was gone after hearing the locket hit the ground, though he did not know what had made the noise. It was like warmth that filled him up had gone out and so he deflated. Sagging into his bonds, he growled as the chains adjusted. Those words, he had not misheard, were spinning in his head. Even as the blades twisted and the hooks tore his flesh, he let his mouth open in distress, screaming in frustration.

"God damn it!" he belted as he tried to pull free. The more he fought the more his bonds tightened. It only increased the pain. Pain. The one thing he truly understood. That and fear.


"Who?" he asked, confusion smoothing his features. His narrowed eyes ceased their searching and settled on the girl's hand which held his. While his body visibly calmed he quickly retraced where he heard the name. Once he connected it with the other girl from earlier that day his face paled again.

"If she has made any contact with him, yes." Then, as if on que, Tsukiko walked up the lane towards them. Nemo saw her first, Fyte having opted to be seated opposite the hall. He abruptly pulled his hand away, a light tinge coloring his cheeks.

"Mind if I join you guys," she said, sliding in next to Fyte before hearing an answer. His eyes leveled on hers, assessing the situation. He was very observant of his surroundings and of people. Having had his caffeine, Nemo was set for the time being. It made him just a hair more confident, at least to be able to keep eye contact for a few seconds before letting them lower to the table.

"No. By all means," he answered curtly after a slight pause. She looked fine, but he knew that something was up. The brunette before him looked slightly tense for having just happened across a few classmates. A curling suspicion wound its way in his gut. A sickening churning feel to the area. A feeling that he had felt before.