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Amakusa and Ange had found themselves at the boathouse, and soon their journey would be over. By that, he was referring to what he was supposed to do once they arrived, but he wasn't about to go through with that mission. He was meant to be a traitor, he was meant to kill her once they arrived- and eve back in the fourth game he was the one who went through with such a thing. Was he just supposed to ensure she never lived past that day...? What a joke, what horrible furniture he was made out to be.

He was never good at following the rules though, he had fallen in love with his client- with someone he was meant to murder, and after that he would report back to the theater going witches. They liked seeing Ange suffer, so if they knew they had these feelings for one another, then that would only make things worse. They might even be pit against each other, forced to destroy the other.

As he mused to himself, he stared out at the waves of the ocean that still rose and fell near the shore he was standing at. It was a good feeling to be out here and not in there, if he was out here- it was like nothing else existed, that he wasn't meant to merely kill her. No, he wanted to stop thinking about that, and he wanted to tell her.

He wanted to tell her he was just furniture, that he was just a demonic servant- and then they would make that contract that was never fulfilled. A kiss that would contain so much more than just sealing the deal between master and familiar.

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Amakusa wanted to cry himself, but he wouldn't allow that kind of weakness in front of her- he had to be strong, he had to keep on trying to protect his master. Even though he had been the one to inflict pain upon her, even if it was in the form of intense fear, he wanted to keep on holding her and telling her it was okay.

"I'm not going anywhere..." as he said this, he moved back a bit so he was kneeling down- still slightly over top of her. He had grabbed her arms and pulled her up with him, into a sitting position at least. He was looking at her, just seeing what was in her expression- if there was any indication in her eyes that she was still afraid of him.

He reached out to her, placing a hand on the side of her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her. They were still covered in blood- him especially, but he hardly cared... he just wanted to be here with her.

"...You're not... afraid of me are you?" if she were, that would crush him more than anything.

The smell and sight of all this blood, even on the both of them, was enough to be sickening. But his presence which had first felt threatening when he was caught up in that bloodlust now just seemed like her only life raft in the middle of all this red. After everything that had happened here she just felt so incredibly small and vulnerable, completely unlike that strong front she always put up, and part of her just felt like clinging on to him so he could save her from this, from everything, even from himself if need be.

But instead she just sat there, staring at him as he touched her cheek like that. Even if the tears had stopped, the feeling behind them hadn't completely left her yet. There was still something more sad and broken in her eyes, that which was always there behind her deadpan but she never showed. But, his question..

"... No. I'm not afraid of you." It was the truth. She was afraid, but.. not of him, not of the person sitting in front of her. What she was afraid of was maybe just his other form instead - she wasn't sure if she would be able seeing him as a wolf again after this, even if it wasn't meant in such a harmful way as it had been just now. Ange moved up her own hand to put it over his' while it was still on the side of her face. She didn't plan to say all she was thinking about, but suddenly the words flowed out, as if any filter of sorts was gone by now. "Just.. please, don't change.. Stay who you are now."

Don't change.... does that mean she doesn't want him to transform into that other form of his? That was... it was apart of him though- it was something that would always be there deep down inside. Her saying that was like telling him not to show a certain side of him, telling him to lock it away. She was... his master after all, he couldn't go against her. If that was an order, and he was taking it as one, he would oblige. He felt awful about this entire thing, and hearing her talk about staying who he is now- he didn't know if he could keep such a promise.

Slowly, he nodded, looking into her eyes and seeing fear reflected back. He had scared her beyond belief, making her cry even- and that was something he would always regret. "...Yeah, I'll stay this way Ange," he still didn't bring those honorifics back.

After a moment, Amakusa tensed up- feeling that familiar presence of a witch. She was coming, that much was evident. Amakusa just narrowed his eyes and then stood up, turning around with Ange still sitting behind him. There was suddenly a clapping sound that filled the halls, and the silver-haired man wasn't deterred by this at all.

"Bravo, you made it out alive and...." Bernkastel glanced around at the blood coating the walls and staining the ground, "....you redecorated."

That applause, and that witch.. Why did she have to show up now of all times, while she was still feeling so weak, so vulnerable, while she had to at least be at her strongest to normally face her. And there was no guarantee that she would fulfill her promise now and actually grant them that happy ending, what if she would start to pick another fight with them here, while they were already covered in blood and emotionally exhausted?

She had to be strong now, so Ange quickly forced herself to her feet as well, even if she still felt like her legs were made out of jelly, nearly making her wobble as she stood. The girl tried to force her usual deadpan expression, but it was so hard that.. after a moment of hesitation, she just grabbed the man's hand instead, even if she was still slightly standing behind him. Even if he had scared her, she still loved him more than anything and with the way she was feeling right now, not strong at all, she just wanted to rely on him and borrow his strength like this. She squeezed Amakusa's hand a little before she finally managed to force something on her face that didn't make it seem like she had been completely miserable just now.

"Very funny." Her voice was tight, and still slightly softer than usual. She really didn't have the patience to deal with Bernkastel right now.. "Any more jokes?"

Amakusa said nothing. It wasn't because he was furniture and this was yet another conversation between witches, no- he remained silent because he was trying to hold back his anger. He had just gotten over that intense feeling of bloodlust thanks to devouring pieces of both Battler and the goats, so when he wanted to kill her so badly- he was trying his hardest to restrain himself.

He then felt her reach out and grab his hand, and it was a good thing too- that feeling of her being here as well served as a strong reminder that he had to hold it together. Amakusa continued to glare at the witch in question- wanting her gone more than anything. He was tired... he really was, and if she was going to throw them into yet another trial, he wasn't ready for it. So he clenched his teeth, his jaw tightening as his eyes narrowed.

Bernkastel on the other hold... was both amused and bored with these toys. She was entertained by the fact that they had gotten out of one of her precious fragments, but at the same time that annoyed her. They were supposed to perish down there- but was their 'love' really so powerful...? She let out a laugh, the thought of love was funny to her, and after Battler's stupid game, it was even more hilarious.

"Congratulations are in order I guess," she smirked and walked a bit closer to them, "Ange, I'm going to keep my word this time. Why?" a frown filled her features now, "because you're a worthless piece that deserves nothing more than to become a hamburger for all eternity.... so why not let you suffer but... at the hands of this servant of yours."

She giggled again, pointing at Amakusa, "you saw it, you saw that thirst he has for blood. Shame really- he could have made much better furniture by my side with that kind of hunger. Oh well..." she stretched out her hand and a fragment appeared, a jagged diamond-like shape in her hand. She wondered if Ange would ask her about what she meant when she said she'll suffer at the hands of Amakusa, but like hell she'd tell her.

As if Ange would just remain quiet at something like that, really. She didn't trust Bernkastel, not at all, especially not after everything that had happened just now, but.. at the same time, those words caused a shiver to run up her spine. She was letting them go just because this witch thought she would be suffering more when just normally with Amakusa than whatever Bernkastel could pull off to cause her suffering?

But there was no way that was true, right? If she would get out of here, she could just live happily together with Amakusa, with the guy she loved, without having to worry about getting hurt or anything else.. Yeah, the witch was just obviously trying to mess with her mind again, so why did she suddenly feel so scared, almost frozen stiff, at those words? These was nothing - the view of eyes lusting for blood - that could go wrong if they - that claw hanging above her - were just together, so..

... Ah, why was that image she had been so frightened of, the moment when she thought she would just die there, so hard to put out of her mind?

Her grip on Amakusa's hand loosened just slightly, almost subconsciously. "What do you mean.. suffering at his hands? At least tell me that, Bernkastel..!"

Looks like she was catching on to her words, and that just made the little witch grin even more. She shrugged and looked at Ange with pure interest, "I don't know, in due time you'll probably come to figure it out," Bern just glanced over at Amakusa and gave him a look that only the two of them would know.

Amakusa on the other hand, knew exactly what she was trying to do here. Yes, she was trying to get Ange even more scared of him- even if they were in a world where neither of them died, Ange would eventually fall apart and want nothing to do with him. They were furniture and master now, so if that time came he would... have to stand off to the side, in the shadows, and merely be the discarded piece she would rather get rid of.

He noticed her grip loosen, and that made him glance back at her. He still said nothing however, he just stared in her blue eyes- searching for anything, trying to see if she was still... afraid of him. She said she wasn't but, words and actions are two different things. After a moment, his gaze fell to the floor and he turned to look back at Bernkastel.

After a small laugh escaped the witch's lips, she crushed that fragment and a blinding light enveloped them all. When the two of them open their eyes, they'll be back in her mansion- no where near Rokkenjima, and Amakusa's clothes are back to what he normally wears.

Why hadn't that witch said anything, anything at all-- even some vague indication of what was about to happen if there really was something like that about to happen would have been okay, so why did she once again have to make her all paranoid because she didn't say anything more specific? Was she saying Amakusa would suddenly snap again at one point or another, that he would turn into his wolf form again with that same bloodlust as last time and that he would really physicially hurt her this time?

Ange couldn't even say anything, not even when they found themselves back in a more familiar place. The witch had kept her promise and sent them back to a happy fragment, happier than the one the came from, one where they could apparently just stay together, but.. was that just so the witch could watch from somewhere how he would hurt her? Her chest felt tight with the anxiety and paranoia. She still loved the man, of course she did. More than anything she wanted to stay with him and become happy together, but.. was that really possible now? Had Bernkastel been right about what she had said?

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even move from where she was standing the moment they appeared there, nor did she say anything - she just quietly stared in front of her into the distance, trying to get herself a bit more composed again but it was difficult.

Ah... it looked like they were back in that fragment, the one where it was supposedly a happy ending. And yet... he too felt anxious, it was from Bernkastel's words and that... look she gave him. He didn't think he would turn into that monster again, he didn't... want to- it's not like it was something he would set out to do. No, he just wanted to be with Ange, to continue to protect her like he had been previous before all this... but... he needed to gain her trust back.

Amakusa sighed, and then turned around to look at her. He stared at her for a moment and then reached out to her, grabbing her and pulling her in for a hug. He too didn't say anything to her for a moment, and when he spoke up he felt as though his throat had closed. This was difficult- but he would get through it with her.

"Okay lady, listen up... whatever that witch said, don't listen to it. She's just trying to mess with your head. I lost control once, that was... well, it was because I had never allowed myself to actually devour anyone but... ah... I got a little too angry at how that guy was all over you. I guess overprotective isn't even a strong enough way of wording how angry I was...."

She felt a little surprised when he suddenly grabbed her like that to hug her, but she didn't protest against the hug itself at all, even when they were just quiet for a few moments. It was nice and warm, after all, and somehow it felt more safe even if the witch's words still scared her. She wanted to believe in him more than anything, believe that they could be happy together after all and that all Bernkastel said was just rubbish, even if it was difficult to do so with the memories still this fresh in her mind. Not being completely covered in blood helped with the fact, though, and she slowly turned her head up so she was at least look at him as he spoke up.

"No, I.. understand." Her gaze still was a little dejected though even as she talked. It was true though, it was only natural that he would get mad at seeing that copy of her older brother trying to molest her right in front of him. Even though it had always been so hard to just speak to him honestly, the tsundere part of her tending to take over, she knew she at least had to try her best and be honest now, more than any other moment.

"I'm just scared that.. maybe she knows, maybe it'll happen again or something like that, because something else that threatens us will appear again for some reason so you'll have to transform again and.." For a moment she paused again, swallowing, and she averted her gaze a little. "What if you'd kill me..? What would you do?" She didn't mind dying all that much, since as long as she couldn't be together with him there was nothing else left in this world for her either way, no chance for a happy life. But if there was still a chance for the two of them to live happily instead, then.. she just didn't want that to be thrown away.

He had his arms wrapped around her and he too was looking down at her as she spoke. It was rare to see her like this, to see her looking a lot more... vulnerable, and less sarcastic. She usually had such a strong front, and never would it break- not once had he seen her truly break down. Even when she was being torn apart by those pincers, she still managed to hold it together and tell her brother what needed to be heard.

"What would I do...?" what a silly question, it really was so obious0 at leas he thought so. "Declare war on the witches and hope they end my life. As furniture, I can't exactly commit suicide, so I'd have to go out of my way to be killed. I can't live without you now that you've... been in my life for so long lady. I've been watching over you since you were a kid."

He paused, and then smiled at her, he hadn't smiled at her for a while but he was able to bring it back, "I love you."

Without her, he didn't want to live either, huh..? At least that was mutual then, and now she realised that they both wanted the same - neither of them wanted something like that to happen again if they could help it. Even he just wanted to stay happy with her like this, so who would she be to deny him the opportunity, to just push him away? Why should she hurt them both with something neither of them wanted?

Yes, the least she could do was at least offer him that second chance. Even if it would eventually somehow end up with her being hurt again.. then that would just be it. She would just have to accept that being the end, the point where they couldn't be happy together.

But for now, if there was still a chance, still a dream.. Ange stared at his usual smile, much more like what she was used of from him, and let out a deep breath, almost as if she was annoyed again. But actually it almost sounded amused more than anything. "I love you too.." This time she clearly had more difficulty with it. Last time it had been so instinctive to call him by his first name, since it had been needed to bring him back, but.. now when it wasn't required, it was much more difficult to push herself to do it. Still, even if a blush appeared on her face, she did her best to force it out. "J--.. Juuza."

At least for a while more.. they could stay like this. For as long as they had the chance to be happy.

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