( lol you should stop me before I turn this rp into Tenchi muyo )

Seeing the other pick him up and move to the bed room, Demon kitty quickly jumped from his arms and curls up in a little duvet made into one of the pillows. That is his spot. He just listens to Yuki staring at him. Since his first excursion didn't go bad he didn't see why Yuki was worried but like a smart kitty he decided to wait a few days before bringing Yuki another friend.

(But I loved the cabbit in that/those anime....s?)

Yuki worries. It's just the way he is. Some of the people, that he's only encountered briefly, scare him a bit...and he'd rather they not come aknocking. Or they might hurt the demon-kitty. He's heard the stories of people doing horrible things to others...or to the animals. Yuki just flops into the bed and pets the kitty before disappearing underneath the covers and curling up. It's bed time now.

This time when Yuki falls asleep, his dream takes him to a group of ruins, but instead of being a grave yard, they are over ran by flora. A head of him, Demon kitty scampers weaving through out the trees that have grown from beneath the stones. It is an old temple filled with many archways and windows. The kitten leads him to an alter where he sits, no longer a cat but a young boy. He starts laughing at Yuki. "You talk to your self to much." He said.

Yuki was kind of hoping these type of dreams would go away, but at least it isn't a creepy graveyard anymore. That is a bonus. He ends up following the demon kitty looking around as he walks. He sees no reason to rush. "No. I wasn't talking to myself. I do that in my head." He was talking to demon-kitty....which is longer the kitty part at least. He's not surprised by this,w ell he is, but not a lot, because where did demon-kitty come from? That's right.

"But you talk to your self." he smirked. His next few sentences where in an archaic hindu dialect. "I want to talk to you, tell you to stop feeding me Cake." at that the kid just flops over and rubs his tummy. "The Eggs are good." He licks his lips.

"It's not talking if it doesn't come out of your mouth." Yuki sticks his tongue out at the other. "It's thinking instead." He chuckles a bit. "It's cake! Cake is delicious! And I didn't feed you cake. I feed you cookies. Niaz gave you the cake." He snorts a bit. "You can't live off of eggs alone." Even Yuki can't do it. He gets sick of the stuff.

He propped himself up, and then leaped to make a grab for Yuki's tongue. He missed and pouted a little. "Well it is not like I can talk when I am a cat." He wondered why the other fellow had his name, but that was merely a fleeting thought as he grabbed Yuki's shirt. He tugged on it forcing it to disintegrate into fall colored leaves. He then pounced on Yuki trying to climb on him as if he were a cat instead of a boy. He grabbed hold of his neck with one arm and reached out to stroke his feathers on his back with the other. "Can you fly Birdie?"

Yuki makes this weird noise at the attempt to get his tongue. Yep, he's keeping that in his mouth from now on. Surprised Yuki is surprised as his shirt disintegrates into leaves. He makes another weird noise as he's pounced on, barely able to keep his balance. He kind of makes this whimper like noise as the other kind of pets him. His wings furl up. Like that's going to stop him from touching it. "Don't.....think so..." He feels kind of twitchy right now. He can't help it.

The boy continues to touch his wings, he didn't understand why Yuki Bird could not fly, he could fly if he wanted to. The boy quickly jerks his hand back with the wings curl up. He turns and nuzzling Yuki a little, he gently runs a finger down Yuki's neck. The boy pondered about the noises the other was making. "Thinking and knowing are two different things, Birdie." He touched the spot he bit earlier. "We could fly together it would be fun."

Yuki bird doesn't want to fly. Failing at flying is a lot more dangerous than failing at other things. He does not want to go splat somewhere. He scrunches up his neck a bit, feeling the touch., kind of shivering/shuddering a bit. He has no idea why he hasn't tried to run yet or anything, maybe it's because demon-kitty appears to just be a child. He just shakes his head a bit at that last part. "I....don't think so." Flying is not a thing he just instinctively knows. It's a thing to be learned...or go splat. The second one seems more likely to him.

The young boy watched Yuki's face. He thought it was as simple as his wings being too small since they were chibi. He shook his head and continued to finger the boys wings. He wanted to fly with Yuki bird no matter what Yuki wanted. Taking a deep breath he concentrated on his hands. In a quick sharp breath he poured a lot of his energy into the boys wings giving him power and making them into angel wings. When he was finish his body tiredly slipped from Yuki's and he lay on the ground. "There now you can fly."

The wings being chibi is part of the splat fear, but the splat fear wouldn't go away either way. He doesn't know how and isn't big on the trial and error way of learning to fly. He makes this whining noise as demon-kitty does his thing. Even if it isn't happening, he still has that innate fear that some one is going to hurt him and his wings. That experience was just a little bit traumatic for him and has stuck with him. "Hey..are you alright?" He has to worry a bit as he sits down next to him and pulls the demon into his lap. "Shouldn't do things like that...." It's good to help people, but exhausting yourself out isn't good either.

"But now you can fly." The boy exclaimed. He some what curled up in Yuki's lap expecting to be stroked. In small ways he still had the impetuousness of the old Niaz, and the expectation that every thing would fall at his feet. He still didn't realize it was a matter of wont rather then can. "I will be fine..." He said at last but still some what tired.

"Can...and wanting to are two different things." Yuki says softly. He doesn't like the splat idea. He kind of wraps himself around the other. "But....thank you." He lays his head on the top of the others. He isn't against flying actually. That part seems awesome. The possibility of failing horribly and hurting himself? Not so much.

(Awww XD)

The demon child grinned, wondering how he could persuade him to fly when his mind started to think about how warm he was. He snuggled closer to his chest trying to leech his warmth from him. "If I fly will you follow me?" He asked wondering how well it would work.

Let's watch Yuki start blushing a bit. He doesn't even know why he's blushing. There's no reason to. He makes this whine/whimper noise at the question. "I...don't know." He's kind of stiffened a bit. It would be safer right? But he's still going to be afraid of it. Afraid of the splat. Sort of how many people are afraid of getting in airplanes.

The Demon childs lips curled into a grin. It was a dream, there was no way he would let anything happen to Yuki, and Yuki would most likely wake up if they should crash. He rolled over till he was facing Yuki. He tapped him on the nose. "You took a risk with the sweet man, he could have been evil. What is the harm in trying to fly?"

The demon kitty doesn't know about things carrying over into the real world, now does he? That's another reason he doesn't want to go splat. That would be painful and he might not be able to get to the phone or help. He halfway tries to bite the finger as he's poked. "He didn't give off weird vibes. He's okay. Besides....I can run. There's only so much one person can do. But going splat....that's not something he could've done to me."

"How fast can you run?" He said, switching thoughts rather quickly like a natural child. But since he wanted to fly his mind returned to that. "We wont go splat and he wont make you go splat... he will make you sick." Once again he rubbed his tummy. "Does he taste sweet?" He licked his lips.

"Um....I dunno. I'm not the slowest person though?" And it doesn't matter how fast you run if you have no stamina to keep running. Yuki doesn't question the topic change. He's okay with random topic change. "I might go splat and since he won't make me go splat, I will survive. You only felt sick cause you...are? were? a kitty eating a cookie. Normally animals don't eat cookies." He just blinks at that last question. "How....would I know?"

The younger boy blushed a bit. "You looked as if you had tasted him before, you two were very friendly while eating food. I thought..." His train of thought stopped. "You wont go splat. I will catch you. I promise." he said tapping Yuki's nose again.

Yuki giggles a bit seeing the other blush shaking his head a bit. "No...I don't make it a habit of tasting people. I tend to not do that." And most people do not appreciated being tasted. "You sure?" He asks softly, starting to kind of suck on a fingernail. What people say and do are two different things. That's one thing he has learned.

the boy had his mind set, "I will teach you." He announced proudly. He licked Yuki. "And you taste like sugar." He said before rolling out of Yuki's arms. "Come on" He bounced excitedly.

"...o...kay then." Yuki isn't sure how he feels about being taught to fly. The idea makes him anxious no matter who is teaching him. He kind of squawks a bit as he's licked. He wasn't expecting that at all. "Thought you were tired of sweets?" He had to say it. He eyeballs the excited demon-kitty in human form. He's still anxious about it and so hesitates.

The boy just bounced as he ran away and even giggled a little unfurling his own translucent set of wings that fluttered behind his back. "No, I am never tired of you, just cake." He stopped and turned. "Lesson one.. um... either get a running start or fall." He started to bounce again.

Yuki snorts a bit. "But cake is good...even that diabetes cake I had." He does not like the idea of lesson one...which is obvious by the noise he made. He's just going to fidget a little bit like a little kid. He doesn't like the idea at all. "I shouldn't have given you that cookie." He says softly-seeing him bounce.

His boyish laughter fills the area. "Lesson two is feel the wind." He said still bouncing though now his eyes were searching for something. It wasn't until he found it. "Well I guess I got them out of order..." He scurried to Yuki and tugged on his arm pulling him into a run with a devilish grin on his face.

Yuki is still doing the fidgeting thing-including his wings twitching and the like. He's just watching the demon kitty boy bounce around. "No more cookies for you." He murmurs softly. He squawks just a bit as he's pulled into the run. Why does he have the feeling that he isn't going to like this? Just a lot.

The boy just kept running, gathering speed until with out realizing it the world was crumbling away at their feet. Soon they were falling as the world floated by them. The boy started to flap his wings and bid that Yuki do the same. "Step three is confidence" He said holding on to the others waist trying to keep him from falling till he was fully flying.

Yuki likes to make weird noises a lot. At the crumbling thing, he makes another. He really doesn't like that, it terrifies him. He wants to cling to the other like spider monkey. But he doesn't fully do that at least. He is flapping, not flailing, his wings, but he's still halfway clinging to the other. He doesn't trust himself or his wings. And good luck on ever getting him to let go.

Watching Yuki, was like watching a Kitten getting a bath. They loathed it and flailed around. It only made the boy laugh harder, but his arms were getting tired. He was a child after all. Once he wiggled free of the others clinging hands he let go.

( I'd never thought a demon would have to teach an angel how to fly)

Yuki doesn't loathe the idea of flying. He loathes the idea of going splat into the ground or anything of the like. "It's not funny!" He is not amused. And he's even less amused, making one of his weird noises as the other squirms out and away. Luckily he doesn't go splat afterwards....not that he's good at flying or anything, but he isn't going splat. And he likes not going splat. Could anyone tell that Yuki has a one track mind?

He gracefully swam around Yuki. "You are flying..." Though it looked as strange as a child who learned to dog paddle. The boy said it once more with a little bit more mirth in his voice. "You are flying!!" When his body reached the front of Yuki he held out his head. "They are your arms, think like a bird." That is how he learned to fly, thinking like a dragon fly.

Yuki mainly cares about not going splat, so if he looks mentally challenged at he tries to fly.....he can completely deal with that. "You know...if I could easily think like a bird....I would've tried the flying thing before." He puffs his cheeks a bit, making a strange face. He's just going to work on the don't go down thing. Once he's good with that, he'll try other....how is he supposed to land? Yeah, he's just going to shake his head-shaking that thought away.

The boy just grabs Yuki's wrist and pulls him along. For all his complaining Yuki was flying, and flying pretty well at that. He watched his face change and laughed. "You are doing fine for some one who doesn't want to splat." He pulled Yuki across the dreamscape that suddenly started to snow.

"I don't want to go splat....I'm going to try to prevent that splat thing." Which means Yuki better be trying and be succeeding too. Splat is an undesirable thing....flying prevents that. And so, Yuki sticks his tongue out at the other as he's being pulled along. Once it starts snowing..."I've always wanted to make an igloo." He's not sure how to make one, but he's always wanted to try it.

The boy stopped and looked at Yuki, he had never seen snow except in the mountains of his home country, he had no idea what an igloo was. The word was so foreign and strange. He just tilted his head to the side and stared at Yuki, with wide curious eyes.

Yuki looks at him flatly. "I have this feeling....you don't know what an igloo is. Do you know what snow is?" Oh please let him know what snow is. That would just hurt Yuki a bit if he didn't. Then he starts giggling a bit actually considering his name actually means snow in Japanese. He could always say that he's snow. Once he can stop the giggles, "And igloo is a little house thing made of snow."

"That... is impractical." The boy said as he tried to image it and only saw the snow flutter and mush rather then build into bricks. He twisted his body so he guided Yuki into flying a little lower to the land. He tilted his body till he was standing upright and gracefully landed on a patch of land covered in snow.

"Not for the people who use them! They live in snow 24/7 so there's plenty of building material.It's practical to them." Yuki is nowhere near as graceful on the landing thing. Not that he's graceful in general, but he doesn't splat....or faceplant in this case.....he just almost falls and flaceplants. Yay for balance working to prevent that.