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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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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.

There was too many, that was the main thought that was going through his mind. Even though he was furniture, and he had several different abilities at his disposal, he still couldn't take out this many goatmen, protect Ange, and try to get away from Bernkastel as well. It was impossible, simply a wasted effort. He was crouched though, still in his fighting stance as he glared at the army she had brought with her.

Bernkastel on the other hand, looked like she wasn't phased by anything. She scoffed slightly, flipping her hair over her should before she continued to talk to them, "can't I just drop in for a visit anymore?" she already knew the answer to that question, and it made her giggle at the thought, "I wanted to congratulate the witch and her new furniture. .....Even though he was taken away from me." She looked over to one of the goats, and they got down on all fours- she then walked over to the goat and sat on his back, crossing her legs daintily before continuing on.

"....I have no use for worthless pieces you see, and with the to of you now together.... well- this just makes it twice as boring. But how about a deal...?"

More than anything she wanted to yell at the witch that she didn't need any of her deals anymore, not after she clearly remembered how the last one had ended, with her being ripped apart without ever getting a chance at the happiness of miracle she was promised. Ange doubted this 'deal' would be anything better, but.. well, in the end they didn't have much of a choice, right? She could see how Amakusa was standing there almost a bit defensively, yet ready to attack - she knew he would have grabbed his chance already if there was an easy or at least feasible one. If she would refuse, Bernkastel would just have them killed one way or another, so..

"What kind of deal?" The hatred was still thick in her voice though, it was easy to tell Ange didn't trust all of this one bit. She didn't expect much out of the answer either, not right after that witch had already said 'worthless pieces'. What, did she come here just to have some entertainment in seeing the two of them suffer..?

Oh, Bern just smiled at that- and it was one of her cruel and twisted smirks. She had a plan for them, and she wanted to see this one through. It would be entertaining at least, that was all she was concerned about.

"...You're not going to leave here alive if you try and resist me, so there's really no point. I think I'm pretty fair actually, considering the alternative," she paused, it was more for dramatic effect than anything. "a trial if you will. The lovers in the sixth game here had theirs, it's about time you got yours. I'm going to toss you two into the worst fragment I can find. If you worms manage to crawl out of it, then I'll leave you both alone. No more interference, and let's just say... that tragedy you were supposed to befall at the island won't happen either. I'll find a nice fragment for you, one where you can be happy with your mutt in the time of 1998."

...Amakusa didn't like this, not one bit. He knew that she was lying more or less, but they didn't really have a choice. The man glanced back at her, his expression serious for once. He squeezed her hand, telling her that anything she decides- he'll be with her until the end.

Trusting Bernkastel's words was the last thing Ange would ever do by now - she wasn't stupid enough to fall for the same thing twice. But at the same time.. they had no choice. If she wouldn't agree to this deal, Bernkastel would surely just have them killed, and even if they'd try to fight back against her and all these goats they would be overwhelmed after a while. Then again, agreeing to it meant that she would drag Amakusa into all of this too, even though there might be the chance of a happy ending - even if it was very, very small considering Bernkastel of all people was the one who 'promised' it.

But there was the squeeze of his hand and.. well, she understood what it meant. He trusted her, he relied on her, he would go along with her decision. The soft feeling of his lips on hers only seems a split second ago, and suddenly it's so clear. She wants to try for this, even if the happy ending is probably a lie, she doesn't want to throw away her chances of maybe just becoming happy together with the man she loves more than anything.

"Fine." Her voice was more firm now. Even if she was still scared, she had more forced it inside, replaced by conviction and determination. As long as she was together with him.. "Your challenge is accepted, Bernkastel..! We'll do it, so bring it on!" She made sure to keep holding on to his hand, not letting go for a single moment.

Normally Amakusa would be the one to jeer and make jokes at whoever was trying to call the shots here, but he knew he couldn't do that now. He had to just stay quiet, and hope for the best. Bernkastel wasn't someone he could go up against either, and it was a good thing he at least knew how to hold back sometimes.

Bernkastel on the other hand, just threw her head and back and laughed at that claim. Oh yeah right, she wouldn't get out of this alive, and she would watch them try and climb back out of that fragment for all eternity. They were fools for trusting such a thing, if they died here- at least it would have been quick. With a wave of Bern's hand, the two of them were banished from this fragment, and were transported to another.

...And the next thing Amakusa knew, they were suspended in midair and were falling. It wasn't a big height to fall from, but still- he grabbed her and he broke her fall. When they hit the ground, Amakusa wasn't really harmed by it- he was furniture, something like this wouldn't phase him. He glanced around while he was lying there with her, and... he recognized this place.

"...A circle of hell..." he whispered more so to himself.

It definitely was a weird feeling, to suddenly be falling out of nowhere, and for a moment Ange didn't even realise what was happening until she felt something grabbing her while she hung in the air like that, and then with a thumb she landed on the ground - no, there was something soft still beneath her rather than just the cold hard ground. It took her another moment to realise that 'soft something' would be what had grabbed her in the air, and she quickly sat up to be able to look at him. Yes, it was Amakusa alright, but luckily he seemed just as unharmed by the fall as her, although for her it had mostly been since Amakusa had broken her fall.

When he started mumbling - she barely heard it - she frowned at him for a moment. Circle of hell..? ... Well, if he really was a demon, he would know all about that, but still.. did Bernkastel really send them off to such a place? She hadn't expected anything along the lines of sunshine and rainbows, but directly to hell was maybe going too far.

She held her head since she still felt a bit dizzy from the sudden fall, but Ange quickly tried to look at their surroundings all the same.

Amakusa sat up as well, and his master was still in his lap. He glanced around, trying to determine exactly what circle they were in. It was a dry landscape, sand everywhere, and the faint sounds of the sinners and the damned screaming all around them. It was the sounds of agony, of complete pain- and it was unsettling to him to say the least. He looked off into the distance, and a ways away the ground stopped and there was a gigantic lake, but it wasn't water in the lake- it was blood. The blood was bubbling and boiling, and there were people in there, coming up for air only to sink back down and never come up again.

"....Hah... I'm almost curious as to what her idea of a good fragment is when this is just a trial for love," Amakusa noticed that she grabbed her head and was a little dizzy, so when he stood up- he grabbed her arm and helped her to stand as well.

"I don't think we'll just have to climb out, knowing that witch she has set up some obstacles here and there, stay close to me." He grabbed her hand and the two of them began to walk through the sand, the ground made of stone- and there were ruined structures all around them. Even when he glanced up at the sky, it was an orange color, the clouds swirling around and blocking any view of above.

Ange was fairly quiet as they walked, her expression a little hard to read but it was close to her usual deadpan. But it was mostly her trying to keep herself strong even in the face of all this, really. Those constant screams made shivers run over her spine, the screams of people who had no hope left at all, only pain. Everything was broken, ruined - surely this was one of the worst fragments of all she could have found to dump them in. The lake in the distance was unpleasant too, with the way it was just blood, anyone could tell. And the people drowning in it.. just like the screams, right?

But even though she felt really unsettled, she didn't want to show it. If Bernkastel was watching somewhere, that would only make for more entertainment for her, after all. If she pretended like she didn't care about any of it, maybe it would be less fun for her, so she forced her usual expression on her face, trying to block everything around them out. As long as she could just hold on to Amakusa's hand like this, maybe it would be alright, he seemed to know what he was doing so maybe he would just guide them through..

Ange was awfully quiet because of all this, though, considering she had to focus so much on keeping up a strong front that she didn't even think of anything to say or talking in general, just quietly walking while holding onto his hand.