[i]'One guess what kept you up then'[/i] Kuro thinks victoriously. Content that he's getting to the kid Kuro settles in more comfortably.

~*~*~*~*~*~

With a sigh Fenrir throws down his quill and covers his eyes with the back of his wrist. He'd just finished looking over the report of all the things young what's-his-face has been using up on each visit, the list getting longer and longer with each trip and the overworked angel doesn't know what to do. [i]'He shouldn't need more each time, unless his guards really are laying into him and messing up the little brat's work. That is beyond foolishness, but I don't know the guards all that well. They should know that attacking him in between sessions is just numbing him to the pain, and wasting out resources!'[/i] Sitting back up strait Fenrir decides to assess the situation himself. Grabbing his own kit, kept in a nice leather messenger bag behind his desk, he swings it over his shoulder and heads down to the prison.

~*~*~*~*~*~

A low growl erupts from his lips once more as Aoba helps him sit up and the guard frightens the poor thing. [i]'I swear, he doesn't stop that, I'ma bite him next time he's close enough'[/i] He keeps the growl quiet, his eyes looking sympathetic towards Aoba as he continues working. “Don't mind him Little Mouse, I guessing he didn't get enough sleep last night either.” He leaves off what he thinks the angel was doing instead of sleeping as to not scare Aoba. He sits still for the bandaging and smiles as the little one seems to sit ready for his post treatment prize. A smirk finds it's way to his lips as he sees the guards climb to their feet and approach the door. “Little Mouse, no power in Heaven nor Hell would ever make me so ungrateful as to not give you as much as I can in thanks for such a service.” Before the guards can respond Kuro leans in and places a peck on the tip of Aoba's nose. Even as they rush in he whispers, “Good job, Little Mouse.”

An instant later Green throws Aoba out of the way, not even bothering to throw him out of the cell. Red moves in on him as Green slams Kuro down hard on his back, splitting the wounds open once more. However before anything else can happen a voice cracks out from the cell doorway like thunder. “What in the [b]hell[/b] do you think you're doing!” At the word usage Kuro manages to tilt his head up, the air knocked thoroughly out of his lungs when he was slammed to the ground, and give the angel in the doorway a half-assed smile. 

The guard on top of him is ready to snap back but Red speaks up first. “Fenrir sir, this demon has been getting closer and closer to the little guy, and he's even kissed him!”

“That's right!” Green adds with a growl. “This filth has been corrupting him. Playing all nice and sweet so he can get what he wants ou-” The green headed male is cut off by an actual peal of thunder from the angel at the gate this time.

“I don't give a damn if the demon was having his way with Aoba on the spot, you will not lay a hand on one of my staff like that ever again. It is not your job to teach this beast his place, and tearing down all of Aoba's hard work because of a little devious affection is unacceptable!” As he talks to two guard retreat to the back wall, Fenrir seeming to grow larger and darker as he rages on. “You two are taken off this assignment and are to report to me tomorrow for your punishment for your cations here today.” They both swallow hard an nod. 

Stepping into the cell Kuro lets out a small almost sarcastic “Ow.” as Fenrir all but kicks him onto his side so he can see the demon's back. He eyes the now ruined bandages and huffs. 

“A waste of resources. . .” He murmurs. His eyes then snap over to Aoba. “Fix him up. And from now on if any guard is giving you trouble or making your job harder, I'm giving you authority to send them away. They will stay in ear shot, but it should be good enough to let you work more efficiently.” He glares down at the demon. [i]'If he really is kissing Aoba, there's no way he'd hurt the kid. Demons are notorious for their attachments to things, and he won't harm Aoba as long as he's useful'[/i] Looking back to Aoba he adds. “I want you back here this evening too, these wounds will need more treatment. I'll talk to the overseers about canceling the afternoon session. He's obviously lost too much blood. Before the next healing I suggest you spend some time recovering yourself, you look pale.”

With that he turns and walks out of the cell, motioning for the guards to get lost. They do silently, Red glaring at his partner, even though they both are guilty. Fenrir's eyes turn back to the cell, deciding to watch the next part to see if he judged the situation correctly. Kuro on the other hand rolls back on to his back so he can look over at Aoba. “Are you okay Little Mouse. That green haired dick threw you pretty hard. . .”