Tea?

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:::Tea?:::

.:.:Chapter One.:.:



I\'ve prepared tea for you as usual. Your favorite green tea, Japanese style. When you first made me drink the stuff, I didn\'t understand what was so special about it. Bitter and tangy, with a somewhat unmistakeably green flavor. Nowadays, I can\'t live without it.

I even go to the trouble of maintaining a correspondence group between Assiah and Heaven with the Savior for it. Among other things.



Steaming hot, with just the right amount of tea leaves. It smells mouth-watering. I take a peek to make sure you, indeed, wouldn\'t appreciate my taking a taste of it. Oh, well. I can always make another cup.

I can tell what you\'re going to say, even before you open your mouth. You\'d answer me as usual.



\"So, what do we have here, Raziel-kun?\"



These words always remind me of two episodes. Two episodes that both include you. The best thing to ever happen to me.







So what do we have here?

I still remember when you first saw me. I caught your attention that time only by chance.



I was imprisoned in a cove of witches and warlocks, mad scientists, all of them. The kinder ones finished off their guinea pigs before they got too far gone.

My researches was not one of them.



You found me after I was subjected to \'being fucked\' for the first time.



I didn\'t know what the new experiment was going to be until it actually began.

\"Well, I daresay you\'ve tired a little from all the routine \'needlework\'. Why don\'t we try something a little more... physical?\"



With that, the scientist had had me patched up, and even healed a little to be \'accesable\' and \'normal\' enough to be able to feel.

And then, he took me by the hand to another laboratory to go through the activities some humans, demons, and *gasp* angels enjoyed. Homosexual interaction. With a great brute of a creature, apparently some kind of cross between a former I-child and some obedient beast... a dog, probably. They were probably going to get rid of him once they\'d finished seeing how he rutted with me. Me? I was of more scientific interest because I was still coherent enough to string words together. They would probably check how I managed after it. Maybe see if sex was something so pleasurable that even angels, albeit angels fully tampered with, could become addicted to it. Like hell I could.

The bastard, pumped up with all sorts of Aphrodisiatic chemicals, had come charging at me full speed. I don\'t even remember what happened after that. Only the pain.

Raging, unbearable pain.





I hope they learned not to include beasts in sexual pairings. With all the nip marks and claw marks, I had to be bandaged up like a mummy afterwards.



I still don\'t understand why the scientists seemed both so shocked and excited at the prospect of angels having sex.



But then again, they would never really understand. Not then, not ever. They\'re too far gone to dispose of experimental subjects like me, even when they\'ve realized that my special powers were containable, but just barely. Not explainable. That they were not capable of utilizing them.





You found me, you took me home.

You saved me.



After you asked the crucial question,

\"Do you want to live?\"













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