There was nothing more for Aoba to say. He packed his personal kit quietly. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Kuro rocking and immediately sat uo to catch him should he fall. But instead, to his surprise, he recieved a kiss on his temple and a thank you. His eyes widened a bit towards the gentle and simple kiss, mainly because he didn't think he was suppose to be so close to the demon. The blush,  oddly enough, stemmed from the compliment. He actually said thank you. Most of the time, dealing with younger angels who got minor injuries, Aoba never got a thank you before. But even from the demon, it felt... Nice. The little angel offered a small smile before nodding. "I'll be back tomorr-!"

Suddenly, Aoba was jerked onto the opposite side of the cell doors and landed on his back side, not without a few surprised squeaks. "O-Ow!" He flinched when his kit was thrown, landing at his side. "W-What was that for!?" He stammered and scrambled up to see Kuro being tackled down. "H-He's already hurt! Leave him-!" The redhead pushed Aoba back, closing the gate shut. He ordered him to go, but Aoba watched as Kuro was manhandled and his basin spilled. "That- That isn't- Stop, I just-"

"Kid, I'm only going to tell you to leave one more time before I throw you out." This made Aoba shrink back, and hurry out the cell. 

"But I just healed him... He said thank you..." Aoba mumbled to himself and hurried out. 

The green haired male was getting a kick out of watching Kuro pinned and defenseless. With a devious grin, he pressed his elbow into Kuro's back. "Heh, just how well did the kid patch you up?"

Red, his nickname now was, watched, leaning against the bars. With a shake of his head, and a light chuckle, he whistled. "That's enough play time for you. Ha, save the job to his prosecutors." 

The green haired male got up, kicked the basin off to the side, and then kicked Kuro in the gut. "Trash... Don't go soiling our angels."

**** 

Aoba hurried out the prison, and up the steps in the castle. He had immediately went into Fenrir's office in order to explain the situation. "Sir, I fixed Kuro up as best as I could. But as soon as I did, those guards attacked him!" Aoba huffed, clutching his kit with him. Fenrir glanced up for a brief second and merely gave a shrug. [I]'Why won't you care? Why are they hurting him... What did he do wrong?'[/I] but he kept these questions to himself, in fear of being yelled at or scolded. 

Instead, Aoba walked defeated to his own room in the castle, and went about cleaning his stained attire, along with cleaning himself.