It was so hard to get Iruma out of the school. After nearly getting caught a thousand times, and lying his way home-

"I'm just not feeling so good, I'm sorry Sullivan." Balam fake coughs, sneezing. The sneeze wasn't apart of it, but oh well. Opera looked him over, a frown on his face.

"You look well enough to me." He replied.

"Well I'm not, I'm just feeling very weak right now-"

"Ooo, what's that smell! I've been following it since Balam's classroom- oh! Balam, do you have something tasty in your bag there-"

"My symptoms have worsened I'm sorry I have to go!" Balam speeds out of the room, nearly tripping over his own feet as he runs. He really had to get home.

- He had taken Iruma out of the rucksack once they were in the woods, flying home and showing Iruma where he'd be living, touching down at his house about thirty minutes after he ran out of the school.

Balam had a small house out in the woods. It was a nice, kinda cottage like house, with four rooms. It had an attic, and a basement, with a little living room and everything.

Iruma had ran off once they got there, Balam allowing him to look around the house. It had been a good idea, expecially since it was safer for him to do that while Balam called Azazel. He locked the door behind him, grabbing the phone before pausing.

What if Azazel took the small boy from him? What if he wanted to send the boy back to the demon world...? What if- He hears a crash, and his feathers puff up as he's ready to run twords Iruma when he realizes the boy is suddenly infront of him, holding peices up to him.

"I...I'm sorry." He whispers, Balam taking the peices from him. "I-i didn't mean-"

"Hey it's okay. Things get broken. Honestly if I had a demon child this house would look way messier." Balam chuckles. "Go on and look around more- I have plants around that can blow bubbles." Iruma gasps before running off again, and Balam sighs.

He dials the number to DBC, waiting on the phone for a while before hearing a voice.

"Demon Border Control, how may I help you?"

"Put me through to Azazel Henri. This is uh... Balam Shichiro, from Babyls." He's put on hold again, seeing Iruma run past with a plant in his hands that was currently blowing soap bubbles. He smiled, hearing the click of the phone as someone else picked up.

"Azazel Henri. I heard you were from Babyls, is this about Ameri?" Balam wanted so badly to say yes, and talk about how great Ameri was doing in class(sometimes he helped in the younger classes since they wernt as scared as him as the older students, and Ameri was a great student), but he knew he couldn't.

"N-no. I'm Balam, Shichiro, I'm sure you've heard about me before but I need your help. I've recently come into possession of uh... A human.." He could hear Azazel sit up. "And Uhm, I really need your help to keep him here-"

"Where do you live?" Balam spews it out automatically, not even thinking. "Would it be okay for me to come over?!"

"Yes sir, I actually really need your help, and his parents sold me to him and-"

"I'll be there in five minutes." Balam blinks as he hears the dull tone. The man hung up on him. He huffed, walking over to his fridge and opening it, feeling a smaller head lean against his leg.

"Are you hungry?" Balam asks, rubbing Iruma on the head, feeling him nod. "Ah, I think I have some cold food here that's still good cold... Ah!" He takes out some stuff, picking Iruma up and putting him in a chair."Rice and some meat. It's really good, and it'll fill you up."

Iruma doesn't eat though, staring at Balam as Balam starts to walk away.... Wasn't children supposed to eat food when they were hungry...?

"Arnt you hungry?" A nod. "So... What's wrong?"

"You never told me I could eat." Balam blinks, suprised. "I can't eat until you tell me to."

"Wha- no, no, here, you can eat whenever you want, I promise. Go on and eat." Iruma starts eating the food, and Balam chuckles as the young boy smiles.

"This is really good, thank you!"Balam nods, heading upstairs. Iruma needed clothing, and for now the young boy could wear some of his old clothing. He hoped that the younger boy could fit them.

If not, then he'd just have to wash Irumas clothing the best he could (And at the same time, give the boy a bath, Iruma was very dirty) and they'd go shopping.... Well... he would, or- he huffed. Taking care of a human child was hard, but he'd get through this.

He was a strong gargoyle, his mother had raised him to be a strong gargoyle after... Balam took a deep breath. He wouldn't let what happened to him happen to Iruma. Ever.

A knock at the door startles him, and he heads back down the stairs, hearing another knock.

"Hold on, I'm coming!" He sets the clothes down on the couch, seeing Iruma playing with the small plant on the floor. Balam smiles a bit, opening the door.

"Balam, good to see you again." True to his word, Azazel had been there in five minutes. He was alone, and looking even more upset than usual.

"Ah, come in. Iruma's over here." Azazel walks in, glancing down at the small boy, that was singing a song with the bubble plant.

"How did you get him?"

"His parents sold him to me, for that paper stuff they use. Money. It was weirder than the money here." Azazel frowns

"Humans used to do that. I can't believe they still do that.." Azazel frowns. "I'll have to tell my men to be on the lookout." It's quiet for a couple of second, the only noise Iruma singing, and Balam sighs.

"Azazel, is there anyway I could.. If I could possibly-"

"He was sold to you, correct? And you took the deal?"

"A-auhm... Y-yes?"

"Then I can't do anything. You were summoned to the human world, you didn't go there on purpose, you did everything you were supposed to. You saw a child in need and took him in instead of letting them summon another demon, and he's not being forced to stay. Even though I'd rather take him back to the human world, his home is apparently dangerous, and he'd just get thrown into an orphanage." Azazel looks back up at Balam. "You can keep him."

"Azazel-"

"But you'll have to fill out forms, and I'll have to unfortunately forge a few items. The story is you adopted him, expecially since he seems like he's better off here than wherever he was. Oh, and mask his scent with the maskers." Balam nods along, and Azazel sighs. "Are you sure you can do this?"

"Yes! I can, I promise." Azazel stares him in the eyes. Balam stares at him back. He didn't have telepathy powers but he hoped Azazel could tell that he was serious. This boy was his now, under his protection. If Azazel wanted to take this boy back to the human world Balam would fight him the entire time. "I promise."

"Then do your best, Balam. I'll be counting on you." Azazel turns around. "I'm going back to get the forms. Get him a bath and in the maskers. From here on out, he's a demon. Understood?" Balam smiles holding his hands together.

"Ofcourse! Thank you so much!"

"Eh, don't thank me yet. Thank me when we're done with this."