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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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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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