KAITO.

             Why the Hell was this kid still here? Oh… Right, the reason he attacked the ‘ kid ‘ was because of that itchy feeling – a demon but a spirit. What was he supposed to do in a situation like this? He was down for the count really, that object that was once beating in his chest as a human and was gone seemed to be striking so much pain into him. 

                           “Don’t you understand spirit 
                            I don’t want your help – it’s nothing you
                            can even help with so just go away.” 

              The wings against his back weren’t whole. Feathers seemed to be missing, torn even as skin underneath was scarred. That was his nature though, picking fights with dragons that now knew how to get him to back away. His wings were still recovering from the ONE mistake of breaking that … collar from the damned girl. 

               The simple name made him twitch. He knew that – angels had to know the names of spirits that they went after so it was no coincidence that he had already had the name on his tongue yet when the question was asked – a much simpler one at that, he gave a huffed breath, ignoring the tears with disheveled hair, blue optics glancing towards the warm hand placed upon his. Odd… But also painful. 

               Why did he keep having the feeling of little kids trying to do the same, ones that cheered out PapA … His next few words were spat out, in pain and with a breath seeming caught in his throat. 

                               “Kaito Samil – M-my name’s …
                                My name’s Kaito …” 

      His smile did not hinder upon the refusal of him simply being there. His fingers were gently, carefully moving to cradel the palm of the hand in his own. He knew people like this, and it felt bitter on his tongue to reference such a man as the one who reminded him of this person. But, perhaps, if he could get through here, his uncle ( not truly related by blood or anything but name ) could be talked to. Could be told of difference between monster and – 

           “Kaito … that’s a g-good name, you have.”

      It was. Even as his eyes glanced to the feathers against his back, then towards him. He did not move the hand anymore than he had previously, only leaned a bit closer. Childish face, green optics full of warmth and age. Death … he wasn’t afraid of death. Because he knew … just a small part of him did, that, even upon his death, a regeneration would occur.

      Where his strength would be forced to come together, just so that he may also have a living body, easily hidden among the societies of humans. And if that were to occur … 

           “What do you d-do, Kaito? I mean … “ there’s a thrown glance,
           “when you’re not h-hunting demons, like me.”

      That is what he had called him, hadn’t he? And a part of him could not deny the fact. It was confusing, even for him, to fully grasp. Power beyond human comprehension, it felt, sometimes, beyond his own. Yet it all was there. The knowledge touching at his tongue, blond hair moving as he steadied his gaze forward.

      How else was he to react? “I l-like to cook.” He hummed lightly, “I also take c-care of monsters, making sure nobody ever gets hurt.” The smile was still there, his head tilting back to him, shoulders leaning forward in an almost cheery attitude. “Do you have th-things like that?”