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For a moment Ryota reveled in the sudden imbalance of power. Kura blushed before and tried to move away from Ryota's touches, now he was pulling him close and getting possessive. Finally Ryota blushed, his own powerlessness shocking him as he was taken into the demon's arms. He didn't feel anything particularly threatening in this interaction, just sinful, like anything further would mean no going back. Kura's warning was pretty serious but again it wasn't violent...or at least it didn't feel violent. Kura wouldn't, hurt Ryota, would he? Ryota just wanted to be held...he wanted to be liked and loved... for the first time in Ryota's life he felt finally happy.

"You're with me now, you don't have to hold anything back with me..." After Kura kissed the smaller male on his head the Idol looked up, his own lips meeting Kura's neck and kissing it softly.

A few hours had passed and the sun outside had set. Kura had been dressed and carried to the guest room before being put to bed. Inside of the guest room was a lone maid who worked tirelessly, folding towels and setting up Kura's wardrobe. Within the guest room was a sizable wardrobe fit to house most of the preordained outfits Ryota had purchased for his slave in advance. What didn't make it into the wardrobe was hung on a portable rack and escorted out of the room by Ryota's butler. The maid turned to look at the sleeping silver haired male and sighed softly. Kura looked troubled and Ryota was nowhere to be found. Should Kura awaken he would find himself in the presence of said maid. Her features were soft and she seemed to care very much for Ryota, perhaps as a friend of sorts. Her hair was light brown and fell in sharp waves down to her shoulders. She slid a small stool beside Kura's bed and began knitting a bright purple garment that looked a lot like a scarf. She had a rather large wicker basket not far from her that had every yawn she could need.

The maid quickly exclaimed when Kura awoke and calmed once she saw the male immediately fall back to the bed in pain. She stood slowly, doing her best not to alarm him before putting her needle and other tools away. With a kind and gentle hand she reached her palm to lightly drag Kura's hand away from his head. She dipped a soft towel in a strange purple liquid that was place on the bed side table and placed it softly across the demon's forehead. "You must lay down...sudden movements could lead to strain." Using gentle force she pressed the towel on the male's head, it's scent flowing downward to calm Kura. It was a gentle lilac and midnight violet soak, warm to the touch for soreness and calming to the senses for irritation.

"Master said you suffered an episode and fell down quite hard when you passed out..." The girl seemed troubled, her hand retreating once she was finished. She took a step back.

"W-what?" She wasn't trying to run away she was just distancing herself from him. The last thing he needs is a random maid breathing down his neck. Perhaps it was her meekness that made him feel as if she were threatened. Of course, she wouldn't be lying if she said she was afraid. This man just showed up and already he had wooed the master. It was still a mystery to the butler but the maid could see it. When Ryota helped her dress him and put him to bed, she could see it. Ryota had finally found someone who wasn't going to run away or ignore him.

The idea meant salvation for the young female but...she was scared. She was scared that the demon before her could hurt her master, he could do the one thing that no confidant had ever truly done to the young idol. Kura had unknowingly been given the power to break Ryota's heart...a fate worst than anything this maid could imagine for him. Perhaps she didn't fear him...but she despised him. She sat down and calmly listened to him. "We're not sure what you are. Augustus and I have never seem magic before you arrived... oh, that man you met, the butler. His hand is Augustus, and my name is May." She did her best to smile. "Master doesn't think you're demonic...he treats you like person...not a devil."

May stood, her skirt furling slightly around her knees before she calmed. "A mystical race then...that makes sense." She took a few steps closer to him but wasn't quite sure if she should help him back up or not. The male didn't seem to care. He seemed dangerous and for a moment May quivered, fear taking over as her hands curled into fists. "I-I...I don't think I should tell you. You're responsible for a lot of people's death right? What makes you think I'll feel comfortable telling you where my master is! I...I won't let you hurt him."

May was enveloped in a bright light and for a moment she felt weightless. Kura had seen everything on his trip through her mind. A bit too much for comfort. She was thinking about a lot of other things besides Ryota's location, she was thinking about the connection she shared with the idol.

It had been many years ago when the young maid was but a young and very poor homeless girl living in the streets of New York. She was fated to die in the alleys there until Ryota found her. He had just formed the group Haze and appointed Akihiko it's leader. He saw that the girl had an innocent heart and no family to love her so he took her in. She traveled for a while with him before eventually settling down with him as his maid. The young girl dedicated her life to helping the young master who kept her safe and off the streets. Finally Kura stumbled upon the room where Ryota was. He was downstairs, in his recording studio.

May fell, her body feeling lifeless, onto the guest room floor.

Ryota turned, a minor jump in his posture as he saw Kura appear before him. "Oh..." He slowly reached for the stood that was set up beside his mic and grabbed a remote that stopped the music surrounding him. Ryota was recording a song and had set everything up to be handled alone. Now the pet and his master were alone behind the glass in a rather tight room. "Kura...what are you doing? I told May to make sure you rested..." He said, his same shameless smile taking his expression. Ryota was back in a new set of clothes. A gentle blue sweater above a longsleeve buttondown that was rolled up on each sleeve adorned his chest while a tight pair of black jeans hid his lower bits from site. He still wasn't wearing shoes of course.

Ryota had heard of big tough men who cry after sex but this was ridiculous. The thought made the generally happy male want to smile but the crushed emotions of his lover standing before him was not something to be joking about. He drew forth, slowly to give the man his time to grieve before slowly raising both of his hands to cup either one of the male's cheeks. He forced Kura to look up into his eyes and look at the smile on Ryota's face. "What did I say before? Something along the lines of, if you hurt me...I promised to let you be the first to know. Now I don't remember saying you hurt me...I was more worried that you hurt yourself..." He paused, leaning close to kiss the male's cheek before using his thumbs to wipe the tears away.

"I trust you to protect me Kura, no matter what your past entails. I will always live in the now, and that means you. You are my right now." He leaned close, wrapping his arms gently around the taller male before digging his face into the other male's chest. "Whatever you've done...I want you to be able to tell me, but if that's not what you want then...just stay with me. We can forget the past and just be eachother's...right now." He remembered the faces he saw when the two shared their moment together, the faces of longing and love Kura had...Ryota wanted to cherish him and let the demon know that he was protected as well.

"Behemoth or not...you're with me now."

This is what Ryota wanted, Kura was basically submitting to Ryota's ideal that he wanted all along. All he's ever wanted was for someone who wanted to stay there with him, to be with him. Ryota felt everything that his childish psyche was trying to hide come back in a torrent. This time, Ryota was crying. He felt his grip on Kura's clothing tighten slightly and he nodded. He leaned back, taking his hands back to wipe his tears before taking Kura's hands into his own. Ryota kept his smile, he wanted to cry and bawl his eye's out with happiness but he settled for a smile. He looked up into Kura's eyes and nodded one more time. "I won't let you go, I promise. For as long as you want to stay with me, I will continue to be yours. Everything that you are will be my burden and my every waking moment will be dedicated to making sure you're comfortable..." Ryota meant it, he was so used to his parents and his servants having displaced attachments to him...now he finally had something real. "Just..." He paused. "Just promise me you'll always be there for me...even if something bad happens to me ok? Even if you say you're not right to protect me...promise me that you'll try your best. I want this to be real..."