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Devil Summoner (The healing touch)

Life was in no mood for death but with only one arm she had little choice in the matter "what is it death did you're pet finally run away" she looked at the demon once they had been equals but man had by far shifted the balance. "You know i could make you leave but i have better things what do you want" she asked flipping over some cards with one hand she could see that he was mad about something.
 
"No, he did not run away", he huffed, glaring at her; he knew that she'd never understood why he'd kept the boy in the first place, "I want you to watch over them for me" He said lightly, "at least until 50 years has passed and Miles can make his choice."
 
She rolled her eyes she had seen billions born and he had seen almost as many die why was this boy so special. "another wager why don't you try and get a hobby" she turned away watching new lights go on and some go out just as soon. "well you know i think you feel something for him, but you cant, that is silly old me"
 
He growled lowly in his throat, why was she always this difficult?

"Just because you haven't found something to value doesn't mean you have to take your bitterness out on me. Father Time meant for us to be lover's if you don't remember, so why can't you show a little compassion? You're Life for the sake of it all!" He advanced on her, cornering her in her throne and trapping her, closing his coffins in on either side of her so she couldn't get away.

"Your jealousy is starting to grow tiresome"
 
She watched him throw a wall up around her she did not think death her equal so she had never been close to him in that way. "Father time can just bite me you always lusted after me but i don't care about sex" she got enough of that on TV it was like porn she had no sex drive less for actual sex. "now will you back off so i can watch over my own charge" she tired to push him back but one arm was not enough.

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"You wondered why I took him, it's because of you, you and your frigid attitude", he said darkly, not moving, not backing away, "Miles is soft and loving, you are hard and prudent; I can hold him, I can't hold you. I am asking you nicely for this favor, but I can get mean if you want me to."
 
She stood up slowly the missing arm made it hard just to stand up straight she hated him because of how cold he used to be. "You could have asked, you could have tried to be human before now" when they were created he had taken her. She had been half formed in the mind unaware of her place in the cosmos. "Like this" she asked wrapping her hand around his form between his body and the coffins her carried.
 
"I apologized to you for that", he said gently, letting his coffins recede enough for her arm to wrap around him; he supposed that this was natural, they'd been born for each other after all, but he didn't find her precious like he did Miles.
 
She looked up at him in truth they were far more like feuding siblings then they would ever be like lovers. "Death you know father time wants us to fight something about starting things over, you're human love affair is only giving him more ammunition"
 
"Miles has nothing to do with Father time", the Count whispered softly, "Miles is dead~", she probably hadn't known, she'd probably thought that the boy was living. He'd never cared enough to tell her that the boy was fully within his realm; he could choose not to ferry someone, no matter his reasoning, he wasn't an unjust being, nor was he spiteful, it wasn't in his nature.
 
she rolled her eyes death in love with a corpse sometimes it was not a surprise she smiles looking over him every inch of death. "So why did you come back you lost you're toy and now you want to play with me" She smiled pushing past him she could see that he just wanted to talk she had no interest in it. She smiled looking at his back watching the man sit in her chair before straddling his hips. "now tell me why you are so interested in him"
 
"Is that really something that I should tell you? I thought you didn't care.", he didn't react to her closeness, his plated face hiding any emotion that might have been below the mask. "I came to ask you to watch over them, nothing more nothing less" Bringing the hilt of his sword up he pressed it to her belly, keeping some distance between them.
 
She laughed doing her best not to roll over in a fit of amusement she smiled turning away wiping away tears. "I am already watching him, well he is in the same room it will be no great trouble to watch over another human" she walked back to her throne which had shrunk into a cane it was a symbol of her power. "Maybe you should have fought harder humans are fickle creatures" she teased leaning against the cane.
 
"Miles is not a fickle creature", the Count said softly, "He didn't want me to leave, and I don't intend on leaving him along long", pushing her away from him, he headed away from her. Miles was his and he wouldn't allow anything to happen to him.

Miles rolled over and moaned, finding himself to be in a different place than he remembered.

"Count?", he called tiredly, his mind fuzzy with sleep.
 
Taro woke up he had been sleeping until he heard miles over the intercom he was in his boxers and a karate top. "You ok" he asked opening the door none of the rooms inside the house had any locks not even his own room. He moved slowly turning the dimmer on the light up until he could see the boy awake in his bed. "You look like you had a bad dream" he sat on the end of the bad placing his hand on the boys head.
 
The boy curled up, ducking his head away from the touch and biting his lip.

"I thought-", he brought his hands up to hold his head, shielding his eyes from the doctor, "where is the Count?", he asked softly.
 
He brushed his hair to the side the boy would have to learn that he did not need the demon to live that would take time "he is gone for now he asked me to take care of you" he kissed him on the head leaving and coming back with some warm milk.
 
Miles woudln't be dissuaded so easily, he refused the milk in favor of sitting on the other end of the bed with his knees up and glaring at the wall.

"I don't want you to take care of me, I want to go home, to where the Count is...", he mumbled like a small child that wasn't getting his way with the adult whom was in his way.
 
He shook his head the boy must have known that the count would not come back so soon but he woudl be back. "You think he wants to take care of a baby like you" he asked the boy using his brain against him. "Th count does not want to take care of a child for the rest of his life" he placed a hand on his shoulder "if you grow up i am sure he will come back much sooner then 50 long years"
 
Miles wrenched himself away from the doctor's touch violently.

"No!", he snapped, trying to tell himself that this man was wrong, but somewhere inside he knew that he was right. The Count wouldn't be coming back for a long time, that had already been established, but- he didn't want it to be like that.
 
He smiled knowing that this was true suffering nothing he could say or do would matter to him “Try to think about the life you want to live try to think about yourself and what you really want” He felt more like a doctor now. He smiled closing his eyes he took a deep breath and spun him around and kissed him on the head. “Its not wrong to be lost, its not wrong to be confused it is to pretend that you are not” he placed his hands on his shoulders wondering why he wanted so badly to help him.
 
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