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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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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.