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The conferences ended with no further contact between myself and my beloved Kensuke - our kumi grew suspicious and allowed no communication aloud until the end. We sat together on the train home to Tokyo in silence, eyed curiously and with revulsion for the rumours, however true, of our mutual tardiness and the reasons therefore. I found many times in avoidance of our kumi's stares he sought out my eyes, for assurance or wicked suggestion I know not, but both were evoked between us.

I believe it was silent flirtation that was learned that day, as if in preparation for future persecution of our relationship. Kensuke would raise his eyes, and meet mine with smouldering intent, and I would return with unseen action within the true world, invisible to our colleagues in my celestial nature. I felt strongly, with each subtle movement of amused sensitivity, that my Master's blessing was upon us from that prior moment of bliss in the forgotten hotel room.

I bade my farewells at the station just outside Tokyo, my eyes seeking Kensuke's blue orbs before dropping, a promise bequeathed him with a mischevious smile from my lips. Then I stepped from the train, and with a flick of a disguised wing, disappeared from human sight into the crowd, then extended those marvelous feathered limbs and drew myself up into the ebony sky. I saw Kensuke's eyes following my form into the sky, a grin hid politely behind his long-boned hand, elegant and yet gangly at his age, not fully grown to full height in comparison. I waved for his benefit before the train whisked him away in a blur of motion, then shot off to the rooftop apartment I shared with my 'parent'.

I settled, beating a wing softly against the lit window, composing my face as the elderly shaman priest approached and slid the pane open, allowing me entry. He was born with the sight of holy and demonic, and truly worshipped the Master; it was for this that He sent me to live with the revered man, whom I called Otousama, most respected Father, for his wisdom. His name was Kage, which meant shadow, and thus it was felt that he would serve well as a home for a dark angel as myself.

I bowed low to his wrinkled face, creasing with laughter at my ungainly entry, and I pouted in return, carefully settling my feet on the floor and drawing in my wings after. I took off my shoes in respect to his customs, and toweled my feet as he eyed me, his gaze glinting with humour.

I raised an eyebrow, curious as to my otousama and his amusement. He smiled, and explained to my unsaid query, "You smell of human, honoured angel, and of sexual release." I flushed brightly at his observation, and promptly scuttled, crying with laughter, to my borrowed room as Otousama lit incense to begin his evening rituals. I began my own, bringing a candle to flame alone in my chamber, and knelt to pray.

My Master's hand fell on me, stroking my wings as I drew into a trance. He met me for my report of the day's accomplishments, and I fearfully began to tell of my love for my mortal Kensuke, and our consummation, aside from my conquests of temptation. He seemed to pause in his divine judgement, then I felt the heat of his smile, and basked in the flow of love from my Master.

He acknowledged my union and choice, but seemed concerned of my heart. I did not understand his warning at first, having no knowledge of the future and thus being suited to indiscriminate obediance of my Master. Yet He gave His blessing to our beginning love, and I took that as assurance of a long and successful relationship under the guidance of God's hand. How I learned that the Master wished for his servants' pleasure, despite eventual pain!

I thanked Him, and prayed for the increasing salvation by his hand of the cursed mortals and my successes in preventing such, as was my duty as a willful servant of my Master. I smiled, and almost cried, as I did each night when withdrawing my presence from the immediate lovingkindness of my God.

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