[i]'Rude bastards. But, what do you expect. They look kinda excited about something, and I'm guessing it's not something they want the little one to hear'[/i] Kuro watches as they force the young angel to rush off and his assessment is confirmed by Green's words. It isn't too long afterward that the guards are sent word to bring Kuro up for his second session. As always he doesn't complain as they unshackle him just to put on thicker, harsher ones than his usual simple ankle one. His set restricts his movements, keeping his hands latched in front of him side by side, the metal itself taking up his entire lower arms. On each leg is a weighted shackle, chained together by a poll making walking look rather awkward. As always he stays silent as they put them on, his mind and body preparing for what's about to happen.

The trip is quite other than the clinking of the bar against the cuffs, his breathing so slow that one would question if he's still alive should they not already be use to him slowing it like that. Green looks to Red, his tongue clicking angrily. “He's doing it again.” Green tries shaking him to get Kuro to respond, however he ignores the both of them, his focus somewhere else. 

Red shakes his head. “Don't bother, you already know it won't work. He's. . . .Wall, doing whatever it is he always does.” Green grumbles angrily but complies, continuing the trek to the interrogation room. 

“Did the request go through for the brat to treat him again tonight for tomorrow's session?” Green inquires of his companion. 

Red nods. “Yeah, but that will happen during the night shift. I hope those slackers realize what they are dealing with when the time comes. He's already made a move on the medic once, he'll most likely try it again sometime when he thinks he can get away with it.” Green nods, spitting into Kuro's hair. However Kuro doesn't notice, his mind already set for this second session. The guard finally pull him into the interview room, the ground still stained from the blood from the morning session. The room is darker than any other part of the palace, the only source of light a floating ball of light near one corner. The light falls perfectly across Kuro's back when he's chained up, making it easy for his interrogator's whip man to see what he's doing. The light can be moved to work on his front as well.

Like all previous sessions the interrogator and his whip man let the guards get Kuro into his chains before they bow themselves out of the room. The whip man steps forward to check the manacles before stepping back into place. The blond angel steps forward, close to Kuro so he can look into those now glowing red eyes. “Going to be stubborn again I see. Well not to worry, I think if we redouble our efforts we'll get what we need soon enough.” His voice is very arrogant and condescending. “Now, just to give you the courtesy: What are your foul kind planning? We've got all the reports, you are planning something, now what is it?” 

Kuro looks him in the eye and with a smile he says, “Yer ma, we're planning to plow her.” His voice is very different from when he speaks to Aoba. The lightheartedness, the soft feel, it is all completely gone. The second the last word leaves his lips the angel behind him strikes out with a lash hard enough to knock Kuro forward, the manacles ripping into his wrists and his shoulder muscles screaming with pain. However the expression on his face doesn't change even as another, stronger blow falls right after that one. The session goes on for well over an hour like that. Kuro only providing the angels with smart ass remarks when he can manage to say anything at all, until at last he can't even do that. Instead he simply glares angrily at them, his back once again in ribbons, his chest a mass of bruises from the interrogator himself's booted foot. 

The entire time Kuro doesn't cry out once. That part of him that can actually respond to the pain locked up somewhere deep inside. He can feel it, the pain not lessened by his removal of that part of him, however it does keep him from giving them the satisfaction of thinking they are getting to him. The lack of response, above anything else, even the fact that he's not divulging his secrets, is what angers the blond the most. And Kuro knows it. [i]'Someone like him deserves to not be satisfied. My tears, heck, even a little yelp would please him so much right now. He's worse than a demon. At least a demon would know a lost cause after only a couple sessions, or at least change tactics. Moron'[/i] Unfortunately he says that last word aloud and with a growl the blond angel unsheathes his sword, advancing on the demon. With a hiss he sinks the tip of the blade into the back of Kuro's wrist just below the manacle, and with a harsh tug drags it along the back of his arm all the way to his shoulder. [i]'Well, that arm'll be useless for a while. Not that I need my right arm for anything in particular'[/i] 

Disgusted by the lack of response from Kuro he orders the end of the session with Kuro still able to stand, but just barely. The demon is on the verge of saying something that is sure to land him in the nether world, but his guard's words from earlier force him to hold his tongue. [i]'The little mouse will be back tonight. And after his healing and a light session, maybe I can have a bit of fun. I don't want to be passed out for this round of treatment'[/i] He is once more put into the overly restrictive shackles and lead back to his cell where after unlocking him, throwing him in, and replacing his ankle manacle his day guards leave, his night guards already in place. After a bit of shifting Kuro is able to sit up, his bloodied back against the wall so he can face the dull gray bars which make up the door of his cell. Once settled in against the back wall he begins humming softly, waiting for his new little plaything to arrive.