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A Pucked-Up Situation	By : ChysLattes Category: G through L > Leandros Brothers Series Views: 1564 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: "A Pucked-Up Situation"
By: Chys Lattes
Chapter: Four/?

Cal and Niko dropped Promise off at her home then decided to drive Robin back to his. "So you're satisfied that Piper isn't out to kill myself, Cal and Ishiah now?" the sullen puck directed his question to Niko.
"Should he try anything we'll mail you the pieces as spare parts. You pucks are interchangeable aren't you? Keep them in your freezer." Niko said wryly.
"Win-Win." Cal smiled in to the rear view mirror at the scowling Goodfellow in the back seat. Cal's seat got kicked hard for good measure. Niko pulled out into the hell of New York traffic, quietly contemplative on the trip, listening to a tape of The Beatles. Cal took that as a good sign and left him to it. He planned on making his version of pancakes when they got home. Yes, pancakes, for lunch. Cal's creativity knew no bounds and he was determined to stuff the drippy, sticky, buttered blobs down Niko's throat; every last bit of the trans-fatty, sugary, and carb-filled goodness of them. He'd decided on that as revenge for the tasteless bran-and-boring breakfast Niko had put him through this morning. It was his turn to cook and on this fact Niko insisted. If Niko didn't like it he'd offer to let him eat the cardboard box the pancake mix came in. He'd probably prefer it though. No trans-fat in cardboard, is there? He didn't think the human race was that creative yet.
They'd almost arrived at Robin's stop, "Good to be off the leash then. While I do love the company, I despise the situation."
"Gee thanks, I think. But, why do you suppose Piper did all that, anyway?"
"He is a trickster, Cal." Niko sighed resignedly, "What do you expect?"
"I dunno; just wondered why the hell he'd go to all the trouble to mess with Robin." Cal returned as Niko pulled up to the sidewalk at Goodfellow's penthouse. If Robin had some kind of back story with this Piper, he wasn't exactly piping up about it voluntarily to enlighten his disgruntled friends.
"Because I'm worth it; Born with it like Mabeline. Better question, boys," Robin vividly scowled, draping his hands over both their shoulders from between the seats and leaning forward to softly continue, his short and curly hair brushing against Niko's olive toned cheek, "Why is there a demon in New York, on my street?" He pointed with his right index finger and a tilt of his vulpine face to direct their curious gazes to the tall, muscular man leaning against the side of his building. The stranger stood alone in a shadowed area with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette pinched between his lips.
The man had extremely elegant features, the kind you'd expect on the runway and in close-ups of magazine photo shoots, the lead vocalists in pop bands, and on the covers of steamy romance novels that feature either sadistic or sultry pleasures. He looked like a walking sex god, though Robin would surely beg to differ, having been one himself. A fine long curtain of slippery looking silken hair cascaded down to cover his ear, the strands shimmering in different shades like the layers in a tiger's eye band, brushing his shoulders and running all the way down his back to his slender waist. He wore a tie, slackened like a man who'd just got off work early and could finally let loose, and the business suit which was navy blue, said that maybe he had done just that. The jacket was loose, unbuttoned, sloppy, and the undershirt pulled out in a messy but still appealing manner. His shiny black shoes seemed untouched though there were dirty puddles around him. Cal wondered if the passing werewolves gave out shoe shines with their lolling tongues in their spare time now.
The strange demon took a drag from his cigarette and looked up with full knowledge that Niko had just assessed every inch of him and noted he had two guns and three knives hidden on his person with two packs of cigarettes and a wallet. He knew that Cal had noted his bright and limpid blue eyes, had raked his glance across the rest of him, and dismissed him as a puny human poser. He wasn't surprised in the least that Robin had taken one look at him and snarled with full knowledge of the beast that dwelled within the perfect outer image of humanized perfection and pale but human skin. It was part and parcel of the Homo Sapiens disguise, beguiling and intriguing and completely harmless, until the demon tears out your soul for a midday snack. Not all ex-angels were truly beautiful or elegant underneath it all. This one came equipped with wings, claws, and insect-like armor among an arsenal of killing implements. The guns and knives? Just for show.
"He's a demon all right," Robin stated, "They haven't been in New York in a while since the Eden House fell. They were driven out and the other inhabitants were glad to see the back of them. Why's he here? Why at my place? Of all the blithering audacity!"
"Don't you have all the bad luck," Robin thwacked Cal on the ear lightly for his comment. "Don't take him at face value. Demons transform. If you hold him to the ground he can't escape to Hades and call his drinking buddies for round two."
"And they would be?" Cal inquired, surveying the demon a bit more closely now, looking for hidden dangers unapparent from the get-go.
Robin snorted as Niko began an explanation, "Do you honestly enjoy your life of ignorance? Bible-thumping we may not be, but some things the stories get right. And that's whether Robin agrees with me about it or not. Think about it Cal, demons and the devil. Think of fallen angels…." Niko trailed off as he turned his face minutely toward Cal, who sat in the passenger seat still frowningly scrutinizing their unwelcomed guest, but found that he was still within millimeters close to Robin's hovering face. Their eyes met, light grey to jaded emerald.
Robin took a moment to breathe in Niko's scent, something he enjoyed doing on the sly, as his eyes crinkled in a smile. Niko leaned back against the headrest at his lascivious smirk. Robin sighed suddenly, not even retreating slightly, "The forces of malevolent evil and impenetrable darkness. As if you haven't been there and done that. By the way, they owe me a shirt. Or ten. Hm, about as many as you do, actually." The latter was said in a very thoughtful voice.
"Since when were we keeping tabs on that?" Cal's concern was ignored, as the other two occupants of the car continued to stare closely at each other in a silent moment that passed between only the two of them, with Robin steadfastly refusing to diffuse the situation by lessening their nearness to one another. It was no secret that even while he was with Ishiah, he still lusted after Niko. Want what you can't have, and all that. Cal doubted it had anything to do with soiled silken shirts. Then again, he didn't want to know if it did, actually.
"Well, you want us to take off and you can stay at our place again?" Niko asked dubiously in such a quiet tone that even Cal had a hard time hearing. Surprisingly, Robin scoffed at the suggestion, blinking and shaking his head. The demon was already lounging at his doorstep so he might as well find out why. Or just solve the problem entirely by killing it. The three of them got out of the car simultaneously. Niko was ready for trouble with his hand on the hilt of his sword, Cal's on his gun. People in the streets jostled them hurriedly as they passed, though Niko seemed to slip by them untouched and Robin didn't mind a bump or two (par for the course) though he'd probably snagged a wallet in the process. Always on top of things, Goodfellow was.
If something were to happen here, in a crowded New York City street, there would be about a hundred witnesses who probably wouldn't live to tell about it if the demon got its way, which they usually do. Then again humans are irritatingly resilient and strangely repressive when it comes to something that doesn't exist in their world, with demons being one of those illogical things that couldn't possibly exist and therefore must be subtly forgotten. They stepped closer to the demon as he puffed away at his cigarette, narrowing his eyes at Robin and dismissing Niko and Cal completely as either uninteresting or irrelevant. "Fellows, let's chat." He started, "invite me in. Let's have some hair of the dog and enjoy our bad selves for a good long while." He wiggled his brows at the puck whom was nearly on his toes and almost hissing, much like a certain pet cat of his.
"And you are?" Robin gave him a very unfriendly but searching look.
"Jazel." The demon exhaled a smoke ring which drifted up and dissipated away. The puck sneered, "Not one of the more powerful and well known or influential of your disturbing and lecherous breed." As if a lower level demon wasn't worth wasting Robin's sweet breath on, the puck snubbed him. He truly was used to much more extravagant things, perhaps to the point of idiocy at being indignant about a greeting from a lesser demon rather than Lucifer himself.
"I don't know, he does kind of remind me of you." Pondering the picture of the two of them at each other's throats, Cal frowned at the demon dressed as a stud and then over at the disdainful Robin, who turned stiffly and jolted through the apartment door at an unnatural speed. The others followed him and kept a wary eye on the demon. He walked with a graceful but quick step, keeping pace with his prey. When they got to Robin's door he had to try twice to get the key in without breaking it off in his fit of anger. Once inside he reached a hand out to grasp the demon's suit collar and pulled him bodily into the apartment only to toss him on the floor against the farthest wall. Niko entered quickly, followed by his brother who shut the door firmly behind them.
The demon rubbed the back of his head, which had left a small dent in the wall's plaster, his long hair slipping in waves between his elegantly manicured fingertips. "Eager for the bad, aren't we?" He didn't seem injured at all as he stood up unwaveringly.
"You might want to explain yourself." Niko said while drawing his sword.
"Touchy, touchy! I like that!" Jazel smiled hastily revealing rows of a dentist's wet dream; he had superior white and perfectly shaped teeth. "I hear that Goodfellow has connections to someone in Eden house. Someone I might want to talk to. I cannot currently contact this someone. Confirm? Deny? That's what I want. You know who I mean."
"Eden House? I pissed on the rubble of their New York branch just for kicks. What makes you think I have any contacts within those holier-than-three-day-old-horse-shit abominations?"
A lazy stare met Robin's fiery glare, "You're dating a peri, are you not?" The demon looked around as if he would find said peri named Ishiah if he just tried hard enough. Or clapped his heels three times. "Coincidence," Robin spat, "He's not with Eden House. None of the local Cockatoos are."
"Is that so? But you can help me find this individual."
"You know, you demonic spawn can go throw your sand at each other elsewhere but this sandbox is mine. I suggest you get out of it. Now."
"You don't own New York." The demon stated, eyes wide, he stepped toward Goodfellow all too menacingly. To his credit, even being confronted by a demon Robin didn't back down or budge and inch, though really, he didn't have to.
"Try me." At Robin's caustic response, a yowling screech was heard as Salome, his pet mummified cat, came running out of the bedroom heading straight for the demon. Jazel just stood there, shocked at the unusual sight before him, or rather barreling like a bat-out-of-fiery-hell his way, then acquired the sense to get moving before the mummified monster could attach itself, doubtlessly painfully, to his groin. He winked and faded briskly, at the same time avoiding a swift swing of Niko's sword by melting into the wall behind him and leaving a furiously hissing Salome to claw long useless holes right through the deep sheetrock. When she realized the threat to her master had left and wasn't apparently coming back she turned to Robin and pranced over to greet him, purring loudly.
"Aaw, did the widdle dead kitty miss her Wobin?" Cal snickered, re-holstering his gun. She just blinked in her deep yellow, eerily glowing gaze and rubbed the length of her skinny wrapped body across Goodfellow's long lean legs. "What a smart girl, Salome." Robin's praise made her curly cloth bound tail twine around his ankle. Her unique scent, both ancient and smelling somewhat like expensive potpourri, lightly wafted through the air. Robin picked her up and settled into a nearby chair to properly lavish her with the praise she deserved.
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How long had Catcher been tirelessly digging? He'd made quite a lot of headway by building ledges to reach the whimpering boy below. Rafferty took a moment to rest, staring at his mud encrusted paws disinterestedly. He could switch to his human form and get the boy out at this depth. 'But what about Catcher?' The dilemma tugged at what few heartstrings he allowed himself to have, each one designated in Catcher's behalf. Damn it all, he was a healer, someone who helps others, even begrudgingly.
Looking into Catcher's intent gaze, watching him dig at the hard earth, he slipped into his human form and reached down for the frightened boy. Disused his voice came out in a weak croak, "Take my hand, kid." The cringing child didn't respond other than to huddle in the furthest crevice from where the wolves across from him sat. Rafferty had a sudden bout of inspiration and climbed quickly out of the deep hole. He pulled at a branch, divested it of its leaves, and returned to the lip of the hole, sliding down to the first ledge they had dug out. It was narrow, even for a smaller person, but stood solid still.
"Catcher, Catcher," he intently coaxed until his cousin looked up at him, waving the stick around enticingly. "Fetch!" His cajoling seemed to work as Catcher responded favorably. He tossed the stick out of sight and predictably, when it landed amongst some far trees, Catcher took off like a lightning bolt intent on playing their game. While his cousin ran to get the stick, Rafferty clambered down clumsily and tried once more to reach the child. 'It's ok, he's big and scary but he's gone."
The boy, now encouraged, came closer and reached one tiny, shivering hand up to meet Rafferty's dirt encrusted fingers. His lips widened into a small smile. A jolt of pain hit the healer, ripping down his spine. Before he had time to realize his mistake, he watched as if in panoramic slow motion and felt a shock of horror as Catcher's snarling snout reached past him with deadly fangs open to clasp viciously around the child's outstretched arm.
'I guess you wanted dinner…' Rafferty thought as he slumped against the dirt wall, unconscious.
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