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Of course she knew what he meant to ask when he was laying it on that thick. He wanted them to kiss, to seal that pact that way. The very thought of it was embarassing. Even if they had nearly kissed before, that had been a completely different atmosphere and then he hadn't explicitly asked for it, it just.. almost happened back then. She just kept frowning at him, trying to hide her embarassment at that question the best she could, since she knew it would only amuse him.

Maybe she could find some way to rationalise it to herself, at least. After all, right now he was those witches' furniture, so he had an obligation to them while he had none to her at all. So at the slightest command from said witches he could be ordered to do anything at all, even leave or kill her, and.. Ange wanted him to stay with her. Now she had fallen in love with him, she didn't want him to leave. And the easiest way to make her stay with her, no matter what, would be..

"Yeah.. I do." She admitted it almost grudgingly. "So instead of serving those witches, you'd rather serve me, huh? So to make that pact we'd have to.." For a moment she averted her gaze - at least she didn't want to see his victorious grin. "... kiss."

Amakusa noticed her looking away, and it was like an internal victory for him. He had been wanting to kiss her for a while now, and he just never had the chance to. After that day, there was too much on both of their minds to find another time to sit down and... well- get back into the mood. He was too busy trying to think up how to tell her he was actually furniture, and she was still set on the truth of Rokkenjima.

He patted the seat next to him on the couch, and gave her a coy smile. That's right, he really wanted to go through with a pact.... ah but, he'd show her his abilities first. He wasn't too sure she wanted a familiar that could also turn into a werewolf.

"Before we make a pact though... I want to show you something. But don't freak out! You have to promise not to freak out lady."

"Do you think I'm that prone to freaking out, Amakusa?" At that she managed to regain some of her original frown, and after a moment she even managed to look back to him as well. She saw him patting that seat and.. well, she knew he was going to insist that she sat down next to him no matter how much she would resist, so she just decided to skip all that effort. Ange walked over to the couch, sitting down next to him - making sure to not be too close to him, don't get any ideas just yet, Amakusa.

She brushed back some of her hair before turning her head to look at him. She was a little curious what he wanted to show her by now - he had already shown her this differently-clothed form of his, and this place in the meta-world, but.. right, he had mentioned something about his abilities, hadn't he? "Just come on and show me already. I'm ready and won't freak out."

"Okay.... don't say I didn't warn you.."

Amakusa stood up and he walked a ways away from her, giving himself some space. He looked at her with a smile as he started to explain some things, "first off, you know I'm good with weaponry. I can make a gun appear, and it does have magic mixed in with the bullets, that's what Black Battler had to go through. However... there's something else here I've been meaning to show you."

He paused, and then he took a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opened them back up again, he reached up and moved his hair from his face, revealing his other eye. There was a scar along his face, and his eye looked... animal almost. It was a deeper red color as well. When he did that, suddenly he started to change. Just like that, Amakusa had leaned over, almost looking like he was clutching his chest in pain- and he soon felt his entire being morph into that of a wolf. Eventually, he became... well, a werewolf of sorts.

He looked back at her, and his eyes were still the same color, one red and the other that familiar hazel. There was nothing human looking at all in him- besides the way he was standing and a few features like his arms. And yet... there was still something to him that was Amakusa. When he looked at her, his tail had started to move back and forth, almost like he was wagging. He couldn't talk now, but he still had his senses about him.

Ange had expected him to show her some sort of magic as his ability, but as he explained that part she wondered what else there was to still explain or show by now - but then he lifted that part of his hair and there was that eye. Thinking about it, she had never really seen under that part of his hair, she had never thought there could be something like that, but.. the girl didn't have long to linger on the thought, considering he then started to change more and more.

She almost backed up a little into the couch at that, surprise taking her over. She certainly didn't expect him to change into something like this, and the thought that she had said she wouldn't freak out was quickly abandoned in her mind, taken over by the shock. Her nails dug into the couch as she almost held on to that through it, but after a few moments of just staring at him with eyes wide open she finally dared to open her mouth too.

"Amakusa..?" Would there even be a reaction, would he recognize his name? She didn't know.

Aha, he figured she would be scared by him, that was why he was so reluctant to tell her about this in the first place. He could see her digging her nails into the couch, and he could even tell her heartbeat had picked up- that was the thing when you were an animal, you could sense everything around you.

He slowly walked towards her, and he lowered his head, even his dog-like ears were lowered against him when he got closer. This could even be... puppy eyes here, since he just wanted her to see that he was still the same, just in different form. He went down on all fours, and his tail was up, and it was still wagging back and forth, a little faster now.

Oh, and have a small whine, why not.

That.. that look he was giving her-- just like a puppy, of all things? Even though for a moment just now he had seemed so big and intimidating, he was starting to act like he was nothing more than a lapdog, some sort of puppy. Slowly she became a bit more relaxed again, the tension leaving her as she managed to have one of her hands leave the couch, instead moving up through the air.. and then on to his head, to pat him a little on the head a few times before letting her hand rest there.

... Geez. Yes, that surely was that guy, trying to win her sympathy like that. And she was just going along with it like some sort of idiot, huh? Still, his fur there was pretty soft and warm, so it wasn't like petting him was such an awful thing to do.

Success! He thought to himself as she started to pat him, Ange had accepted this form of his. Good good, now he can act like the puppy he really was. He went a bit closer to her when she was petting him, and he pressed his head to hers, almost affectionately so. Really, this would happen all the time if she still wanted him to be her familiar- ....but he still had plans of winning her over.

He had use this gesture of his to get closer to her, and then he opened his mouth up and.... bit down on that ribbon of hers, pulling it, and it came untied. He yanked it away from her and turned around, running away from her and going to the corner of his room. He was down on all fours again, tail wagging- and he looked like he wanted to play with that ribbon in his mouth.

She couldn't get mad at him for being childish anymore, it was in his blood to act like a puppy.

She didn't think she would ever think about this guy in this way in the slightest, but right now he was actually just being cute, with the way he was moving her head towards hers and then pressing it against hers. The thought that this dog-- no, more like werewolf - was actually the guy who had been her bodyguard for so long was still weird, but maybe she would just need some more time to get used to it, that was all..

But then her train of thought was interrupted when she suddenly felt the ribbon slipping away from the rest of her clothes, and she looked down to see him yanking it away and then running away. "What--" Out of surprise, she first didn't even realise what was going on and couldn't find words, but then she started to realise. He was seriously acting like some sort of dog here, wasn't he?

"Give that back..!" She actually frowned a little now, standing up to walk over to him to get her ribbon back.

He growled playfully at that and then moved to another side of the room when she attempted to get close. It was almost like there was a smile on his face during this whole ordeal. Hey, he always wanted to play with her but she's way too busy being that usual deadpan girl.

Like hell she was ever getting this back! She'd have to literally chase him, or tackle him if she wanted to get her precious ribbon back. And if it wasn't this ribbon, then he had his eyes focused on her shoes. It wasn't like he had to act like a typical dog when he was in this form- but it was just hilarious to him to see her scramble around and try to get her belonging back. No wonder dogs did it, this was fun.

This guy, this absolutely exasperating guy, of course he would run around with her things like that, just to annoy her since that was apparently so much fun to him.. She stared him down for a moment as he ran away from her again, as if he wanted to play a game of the two of them fighting over the ribbon like any other dog would. Would she really have to deal with all of this? ... Then again, it wasn't much different from their usual interactions, really, with him trying to annoy her like that.

"Come on--" she quickly moved again to chase him to the other side of the room where he had ran off to just now. "Just give it back already. You just think it's fun to mess around with me like this, right?"

Okay okay, he made a point. He was trying to show her that he was still the same guy even in this form, and that she shouldn't be afraid of him. He stood up again so he was on two legs, and put out his claw, releasing that ribbon from his mouth and it dropped into his hand.

When she was closer, he just reached out to her, offering the ribbon back to her. He was a nice guy, he knew when to stop toying around- especially with Ange. Besides, they had other important matters to discuss. ...Like if she still wanted to form a pact with him. Oh, and his tail never stopped wagging the entire time he was around her. That might be something right there, that he enjoyed just being near her more than he let on.

He tilted his head to the side, looking at her like 'I didn't just run around with this, what are you talking about.'

She quickly grabbed the moment he held out the ribbon, trying to properly fix it back into place again without making her clothing look all messed up. She was looking at him sitting there as she did that though, speaking up at the same time. "You never change, do you, Amakusa?" She sighed, but this time it wasn't exactly displeasure. It was maybe even relief that he was at least still himself, wolf form or not. "No matter whether you're human, furniture or some sort of wolf or dog.. You're always just as annoying."

And she wouldn't want to have it any other way, really, she wanted this Amakusa more than anything - so she was glad that he wouldn't lose his normal self the moment he changed into his demonic or even wolf form. At that relief she stretched out her hand again to pet him, something vaguely content in her expression even with her annoyance from the chase scene.

...Okay he had every intention of changing back, he really did... but how could he when she was petting him like that-! Maybe he liked it when she petted him, and it was all too obvious when he stuck out his tongue, and his tail was rapidly moving back and forth.

If he transformed back right now when she was petting him though, she would be touching him, and be pretty close. As much as he wanted to embarrass her, he didn't exactly want to do it just yet. So after she continued to pet him, he reached up to her much smaller wrist- grabbed it, and pulled her away from him.

Then he took a step back, and he started to morph again, changing back into his regular human form. And since he was magic and explaining magic wasn't needed!! He still had all his clothes on, amazing. He looked down at her and let out a breath of relief.

"Haah.... and here I was worried you were going to scream when you saw me," he reached up and adjusted his hat, "...so- what do you think? I wanted you to at least know that before we made any kind of pact together."

It was rather obvious that he liked it, really, especially with the way he was wagging his tail like that constantly. Even attached in the way a real puppy was now, huh? She was only patting him and yet he already seemed this pleased and excited but-- then he grabbed her wrist, and she could see him morph back in front of her eyes to the form she was more used to, that tall silver-haired man.

"I told you I wouldn't freak out." There was something slightly pouty about the way she said it though, since she knew fully well she had been freaking out when she had seen him like that at first. But hey, she could pretend, as long as she hadn't screamed out loud at it.

After that her expression relaxed just slightly though. "What do I think..?" What did she think about it, either way, about that man's other form.. "... It wasn't anything bad." There was something oddly adorable about him in that form, actually, but like hell she would ever say that out loud. "I don't mind it at all, so.. yeah, I'm still okay with making that pact you were talking about. That means you won't be bound to those other witches as much either, right?"

Amakusa smiled at her words, content that she was okay with his form. It was another part of him, so of course he wanted her to accept something that was essentially him as well. Even if it was pretty scary, but since he still had his wits about him when in that form, it wasn't exactly a bad thing. However... he also has an intense thirst for blood sometimes, but he manages to hold it back. He decided to leave that one out.

He walked towards her, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her a bit closer to him. Yes, this was a bold move- it was because he also knew that they didn't have a lot of time. The witches were always watching, and they would know that he even showed her his form- and asked to make a pact with her... they could be coming here to stop him.

Well, maybe running around with the ribbon wasn't a good idea.

"...That's right, I'll be all yours," aahh he was saying such embarrassing things to her, he hoped to see a blush! "just say the word- and we'll make a pact, and I'll become your furniture."

If those words weren't enough, then the arm suddenly sneaking around her waist would have helped it, considering Ange's face slowly started turning red at all of it, much like it had back in that hotel room. Be hers, be all hers, how could he even say that so casually, with that kind of grin on his face..

But it wasn't like she could defy him for long while she was like this, while part of her already understood that this is what she just really wanted, for him to stay with her no matter what, right by her side, so.. this was needed for that. And even without the added idea of a pact, a kiss wouldn't be that bad, right..?

...

"Then.. do it, Amakusa." It wasn't like she was bold enough to initiate the kiss either way, and he told her to 'just say the word', so.. "Let's make a pact. I'll swear it on my title as a witch, ANGE-Beatrice."

He grinned at that, and it might have also seemed like he was a bit too eager to initiate the kiss. She didn't have to say it again, because he had already leaned down towards her- and gently he pressed his lips to hers.

Amakusa had always bragged about kissing girls before, but he could never do such a thing- since that would mean a pact with another person he didn't really like. He smiled against her lips when they continued to kiss, he felt his stomach doing backflips at such a thing- he didn't think just kissing Ange would be enough to make him this... happy.

He wrapped his other arm around her, pulling her even closer to him, deepening the kiss by using a little more force against her. He could feel it though- that magic flowing through them, and he felt something hot on his wrist. It was most likely... the Ushiromiya crest, being carved into his skin. He was hers now, and he needed a marking of such. Even so, he never broke the kiss.

She felt her face flush even more at the first contact. That eagerness on his part sure was present, and she could clearly feel it even in the way he kissed her. Ange just tried her hardest to tell herself that this was just necessary, that it was just for the pact, so he could be under her control instead of those witches' if it would ever be needed, but.. even she couldn't fool herself right now. Not when it just felt so good to be kissing him, to be this close to him, the man she loved.

Even when he deepened the kiss she didn't protest, instead she slowly but surely got over her embarassment temporarily and kissed him back practically just as eagerly. She recalled those things that Battler had tried to tell her while he had been chasing her, talking about how Amakusa actually just hated her, how he had always thought she was just a brat and was sick and tired of doing things for her, but with this moment she fiercely tried to shove those out of her mind. He was right here with her now, and just from his touch and kiss she could feel he loved her, of course everything that imitation had said had all been lies, not worth of a second thought.

Ange wiggled her arms loose from his hold for a moment, just so she could move up her own hands to put them on the side of his head as she kissed him.

Even in his demonic form, he could still sense things around him just as easily- and he could tell the blood was rushing to her face, her heart beating quickly in her chest, and he couldn't really blame her because that exact thing was happening to him. He could feel it, his heart quickening and even skipping a beat as he continued to kiss her. The way she tasted to him, the way her lips felt again his- everything was just so perfect.

The pact was long forgotten to him, all that he cared about was Ange, just being around her was exciting enough to him- but doing something as affectionate as this... it was just amazing to the man. He made a sound in his throat when she placed her hands on either side of his head, it was a sound of satisfaction. He was just worried if she had to breathe or not here, since he could still keep going. But... he'd let her breathe, so he pulled away from her- their lips still dangerously close.

However, that demon side of him took over in this- and he had completely forgot about everything else. He moved over to her neck, gently kissing at the skin along there, even running his tongue over the flesh. He couldn't help it, he wanted to continue doing this, even if he forgot what it was for in the first place.

She did need to breathe, but it was such a complicated matter to have her desire to stay in contact with him like that, to stay close fight against her need for air. Maybe that was why she was slightly grateful as he made the decision for her instead when he pulled away that little bit, it was enough for her to be able to catch her breath again. Of course, she had never kissed anyone before, so she couldn't even know if it was supposed to be like this or not but she felt nearly completely breathless.

But before Ange even finished catching her breath, she already felt him again when he started kissing her on the neck and licking at the skin. Her hands moved away from his face and then past his head to the back of his neck so she could at least cling on to him there like that.

Her body shuddered all the same though at him moving to her neck, and the thought of the pact briefly flashed through her head. He had only said it had to be a kiss, so what was this, then, that he still was going on even afterwards..

He continued to kiss her skin, sucking on it lightly as he made his way up to her ear. It was true, all that was needed as a kiss, but he couldn't help what he was doing, this was.... this was amazing. He liked the feel of her, he liked being so close with her- and the thought of him now being bound to her only enhanced his excitement. However, he wasn't just some horny teenager, so of course when he reached her ear he pulled away slightly- whispering to her hotly.

"You're a good kisser lady," and he moved away from her, but he still held onto her, his arms around her waist. He was grinning down at her, chuckling slightly.

He removed one of his hands from her, and then he brought it in front of her- his palm pointing upwards, "pull back my glove, let's see if the symbol is there. It should be." He... didn't want to let go of her, so he wanted her to do it.

Normally she might have tsunned more at that - frowned him, told him to not say stuff like that or shut up - but right now she couldn't, all those feelings were washed away in this moment. Even though she could feel her face was still very red, she didn't try to get away from his grasp at all, content to just remain there right now, this close to him. The worst she made in response to his statement was a sound of the click of her tongue as if she was disapproving, but even that didn't sound convincing in the slightest.

She let one of her arms still rest on his shoulder now, but pulled back the other one to remove that glove from his hand. Ange pulled on it slowly, carefully, as if she was almost afraid the end result wouldn't be something she liked. But as the glove was removed, she could see it clearly there on his wrist - the one-winged eagle. A symbol that certainly didn't belong to Bernkastel or Lambdadelta in the slightest, but rather something associated with her family, associated with her as the final Beatrice.

"... It worked." And she did sound very relieved, the ends of her lips even tugging up into a smile slowly. Slowly she grabbed that wrist with her own free hand before moving his arm like that until his hand was on her cheek. It was then that she looked up to him. That's right, from now on.. she wouldn't have to be alone anymore. Not as long as he could remain by her side like this.

She was right, it worked. There it was, on his wrist was the crest that said he no longer belonged to the witches of senate. He was hers, she had claimed his heart, and now it was his duty to protect his master. Sure- it was complicated since she was more human than anything but... it would all work out, right? He was optimistic, but he was also a realist. Even so, he's seen that love is the greatest magic of all- thanks to Battler in the sixth game.

He's about to kiss her again when she brings his hand up to her face, and he sees that smile of hers. He loved it when she smiles, he really did- she was... so damn perfect to him. He was even about to say those three little words that could easily change everything- but then he sensed something.

Quickly, he turned his head and grabbed his glove, putting it back on. He had jumped in front of her, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind him like he had when Battler showed up. Just then, goatmen burst into the room- coming for them. Amakusa clicked his tongue at this, since there was quite a few of them. And eventually... a certain witch in blue stepped forward.

"....How cute," said the little witch.

When he suddenly moved like that, Ange hadn't sensed anything yet - her senses weren't as finely tuned as his', after all, so she could only stare at him in surprise as he suddenly moved, completely changing the atmosphere. But then she felt him tug on her hand, shoving her behind him, and she recognized that gesture. It had been the same as that day, back when they facing that fake crazed version of her older brother, back when he had stood in front of her like this to protect her as well. And that he was repeating the gesture now could only mean one thing.. trouble.

At least she still managed to peer out from behind him, so she could see what we going on. First the goatmen, and then.. the moment Ange heard that voice, she felt like someone dumped ice into her stomach. Not Bernkastel, not here, not now. That witch would surely ruin everything. She wasn't allowed to find out about her and Amakusa, she couldn't, she would surely try to wreck it and use their love for each other against them, and Ange knew she was no match for the other witch. Sure, Amakusa was on her side with his magical powers too now, but furniture could still not match up to a witch, right?

... Still, she made sure they at least still held hands. It was confirmation that he was right here with her, that even though Bernkastel was here, she wasn't alone.

"What do you want..?" Ange tried to make her voice sound more deadpan again, cold and uncaring, but she couldn't exactly reach it. The anger at the witch was clearly present in her tight tone, but.. also the fear she was already slowly starting to feel.