Shot6: Sleep
Rosiel can't find Katan...and when he does, he swears that he can smell Kirie on Katan.

A/N: I have no clue where it came from, really. I was bored! XD!

Disclaimer: Kaori Yuki exists...therefore it isn't mine.

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Rosiel grumbled and shuffled slightly. He couldn't get comfortable for once. The room wasn't pitch black, leaving fears of the moving shadows in his mind. He rolled over again and realized what his problem was. He refused to let it get to him and shuffled some more. He had realized that he had space to roll over and shivered, pulling the blankets higher on his shoulders. He didn't like this feeling at all. He got up from the bed and gathered up his blanket, holding it together near his neck.

He missed Katan's warmth. The cherub had pointedly stayed in his own room during the nights of the past week. This displeased Rosiel but he never had a chance to speak to Katan about his impudence. Every morning, food was set out for Kirie and Rosiel. There were two plates, two sets of cutlery, two glasses and two mugs. An assortment of hot food, as well as scalding coffee and a variety of teas were laid out for the student and master.

When Rosiel wandered into the lounge to look for his servant, the newspapers were open to the culture section for him and the latest teen magazine was set next to it for Kirie. When lunchtime came and Rosiel drifted into the dining room again, three fruit juices were set out with some kind of dish that mortals would drool at: tarragon chicken with salad or pasta with blue cheese sauce and garlic bread. Rarely, there would be a plate with a fork still stuck in food or a barely touched glass of water.

Afternoons were the only time Rosiel even glimpsed Katan. The cherub would ghost through the mansion, cleaning. Rosiel saw the telltale coat and called out, following…but Katan would be gone already. Once, Rosiel almost slapped Katan when he actually found him but he couldn't. The cherub was on a sofa in a less used sitting room, sleeping. His coat was draped over the back of the sofa and his shirt sleeves were rolled up. In fact, he looked rather adorable with his head tied up with a bandanna. Rosiel himself had drifted off and when he awoke, Katan was gone again.

Dinner would roll around. Kirie's betraying shriek of excitement alerted him to the fact that his most loyal servant had created another gourmet masterpiece. When Rosiel questioned the young girl about Katan's whereabouts, she shrugged and vaguely mentioned having seen him standing at the kitchen counter eating crackers and tuna from the can and drinking a Diet Coke. Kirie would busily munch away at the Greek lamb salad that Katan had toiled over for hours, ignoring the fact that she was eating better than the servant Rosiel liked more.

Rosiel wandered out of his room, blanket dragging behind him like a cloak. He made for Kirie's room. The little whore was sure to know where Katan's room was. He knocked.

"Kirie?"

The door creaked open with his knock and she obviously didn't hear. She was reading a book with a raunchy cover.

"Kirie."

Kirie looked up, seemingly stunned by Rosiel's appearance. "Lord Rosiel!"

"Where's Katan's room?"

"Down the hall to the left," she replied carefully, watching his scowl deepen. "But you won't find him there."

"How do you know?"

She shrugged and Rosiel closed the door again, dragging his blanket down the hall. He couldn't help noticing the flush of colour in her cheeks. He flung open the bedroom door and knew that it was Katan's room. He kept a neat personal appearance but his room was complete chaos. Papers lay on the ground, or weighed down on the desk by some book or the other. There was a pile next to the bed, all the books reading one thing similar: 'Stephen King'. The cover was halfway off the bed and one pillow lay by the window. There was a black notebook on the desk, open near the middle with a pen lying on the page as if Katan were just about to write. The lamp was on. On the bedside table, Rosiel saw three picture frames. One held a smiling Rosiel, the second showed Kirie glaring at Katan while the cherub laughed and the third was a picture of Kirie, Rosiel and Katan. Rosiel remembered dragging his followers into a photo booth for the last one. He sighed and wondered vaguely where…

"Of course…" he muttered.

He wandered back down the hall, though he had the nagging feeling that he'd smelled sweat, rose petals and Kirie's perfume in Katan's room. He turned right into the library and padded toward the reading area. A lamp illuminated the dark and he hid behind a shelf to observe his 'child'.

Katan was perched on the desk itself, sitting cross-legged on the polished surface. His hair was mussed, as if he'd been sleeping just minutes before. In one hand, he held a cold can of Coke. The other turned the pages of a large book. He was wearing what mortals called a T-shirt and boxers. The T-shirt draped Katan's torso and the cherub was kneading his bottom lip between his teeth irritably. His skin seemed hauntingly pallid compared to its usual ivory, though his cheeks seemed oddly flushed, like Kirie's. He ran a hand over one long leg as though trying not to scratch an annoying bite. Rosiel emerged into the light.

"Katan."

The cherub's head snapped up, his eyes not shocked in the least. "Lord Rosiel, what's wrong?"

"Why are you avoiding me?" Rosiel demanded, coming closer.

Katan shook his head. "I've been busy ensuring that the barrier doesn't get more damage. It could be dangerous if we're found out."

There it was again…the scent of sweat, rose petals and Kirie's perfume. It clicked into place with the servants' flushed cheeks and Rosiel's eyes grew round in surprise. He wouldn't ask yet.

"You haven't come to keep me company for a week and Kirie has actually turned me down. Something's wrong and I want to know what it is."

"There's nothing – Lord Rosiel!"

Rosiel snatched the book and Coke from Katan and tossed them over his shoulder. Katan would have to clean up the spilled soda and re-bind the book later in the morning. He uncurled his legs and let them swing over the edge of the desk childishly. The innocence that was written over his face was most deceptive. Rosiel walked to the side of the desk, Katan turning to look at him curiously. Rosiel pushed Katan back to lie on the desk and climbed on the oak surface. He tapped his chin gently with a long finger before stabbing Katan in the chest with it.

"What were you and Kirie doing?"

"What are you talking about, my Lord?" Katan refused to meet Rosiel's eyes.

"I can smell her on you."

Katan slapped a hand over his eyes and groaned. Rosiel really knew how to blow things out of proportion, didn't he? Katan should have seen this coming. He'd felt Rosiel's discomfort so why couldn't he have figured out that Rosiel would jump to a ridiculous conclusion about the Kirie situation.

"Lord Rosiel…"

"I knew it! You two have been sleeping together!"

"Not the way you mean it…"

"Is there another way to mean it, Katan? Honestly, do you take me for a fool?"

Sometimes I have to wonder, Rosiel… "No, my Lord. I just mean…Kirie's been having nightmares and she doesn't feel comfortable going to you."

"So?"

So? So? What the… "So she came to my room. My room is very stuffy and it tends to get a little humid," Katan sighed.

"But I smell her on you!"

No, really? "She wouldn't let me go."

"But you're red in the cheeks!"

Well, look at yourself. "Lord Rosiel…you're sitting on me."

Rosiel giggled childishly, drawing another annoyed sigh from Katan.

"Katan…" the Inorganic Angel said sweetly, "I want you to come back to my room tonight."

"It's morning."

Rosiel pouted, climbed off the desk and gathered his blankets. "Come on, Katan."

Katan never had a chance to answer. Rosiel never felt happier. And Kirie never got breakfast that morning…after all, her fuck-buddy was screwing their master.

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A/N: Rosiel always believes Katan. Because Katan would NEVER lie to him...-raises eyebrow at the last line of one-shot- Yeah.