For Thou Art With Me...[Oracle/Death;Closed]

[Oracle]

[This takes place immediately after "Three Days Grace."]

Where to begin...

Revelations upon revelations were oozing out of Oracle's ears something ferocious. A waterfall of intentions poured into his head as he sat inside an office overlooking Tokyo Japan, once again in the mortal guise that resembled his own form the most; Markus Bleache'.

After meeting Aika, he remembered that his Markus guise was in fact connected with a lifestyle he formed in the Ningenkai after his first visit. Not only was it his first disguise, but his most popular. Next to Mr. Miracle, every human wanted to be Markus Bleache'. And if they didn't want to be him, then they wanted his money.

Yes; during his frequent trips to the mortal realm under this guise, Oracle had in fact made a fortune within it.

There was a branch of Skylight Industries in every major country in the mortal realm; Paris, France and Tokyo, Japan being no acception to the order. He had been so preoccupied with Tomo's deception and the situation with Chiyo that he completely forgot about his mortal company.

Oracle stared out of his window three times his size as he sat in his swivel chair. He wore a black turtle-neck and glasses, just for the hell of it. And even though it was in the mortal realm, the fact that he had a bit of power anywhere was comforting to him.

A woman opened the door to his office with a tray of coffee and a manilla folder containing some documents inside. She strutted toward his desk as she followed the long trail of carpet leading to it in the office as huge as the ones villains had in B-rated films.

"Here's your mocha and those documents you requested, Mr. Bleache'," the woman said as she sat the tray down on an empty part of his desk.

Oracle smiled at the woman and nodded. "Thank you, Elmira," he said as he took the folder and opened it up with a crossing of his legs. The first thing he saw when he opened up the folder was a business plan for a flower shop in Tokyo. Shadow Akuma's picture was attatched to the file.

Oracle didn't know why he didn't think of this before. Almost all small-owned businesses in Tokyo had to go through the loans department of Skylight Industries. If he wanted to find out where this shop was, all he had to do was look it up in his own files. He looked at the file and saw the address of the flower shop owned by Shadow Akuma and smiled.

"I finally found you," he said to himself as he took a sip of his mocha.

Suddenly he heard a thud on the floor. He admitted; he was rather annoyed that it distracted him long enough to enjoy the first sip of his coffee, but he decided to investigate none the less. He looked down the way past his desk and saw his secretary Elmira collapsed on the floor, not seeming to be breathing.

Oracle sighed as he placed the file down on the desk, refusing to part with his coffee. He walked over to see what was the problem. When he approached her, he nudged her with his foot, only to get no response. He decided to check her pulse with his free hand while taking another sip of his coffee, only to find out that she was dead. Oracle instantly guessed a heart-attack, but after looking at her feet, he chuckled.

"I'd deserve to die too if I were caught in heels like that," he joked as he took a more memoriable sip of his mocha.

[Death]

Death walked through his dark nexus that connected him to the realms of the living with a brisk strut common on days where the work seemed thin enough to break for a second or three. For odd reasons unknown to him he was short on violent deaths today and had time to waste. These days were rare of course as humans were always at war for something, but much obliged when he met with them. Sades slid about unseen in his shadow and the delighted Nora floated on her back beside Death. The two were rarely far from him, and today they were as close as they could get without being told off. Death was attempting to get a bit ahead of schedule for once...

"You know.. it's a nice day, how about we go to the beach?"

"Too many mortals", Death answered Nora quickly and headed for the bomb-site.

"I'm hungry..."[/color], whimpered Sa'Des

"Well.. you get the ones that will annoy me.", Death smirked finding himself curious as to how the scene would play out. He new the voracious appetite of his sweet little wrath, though he also knew the attitude Nora had about him spoiling Sa'Des.

"Honestly Sa'Des, you feed off of Celsus enough.. how are you still hungry?"

"My love is like a drug.. the sweetest high of my ephemeral afterlife...but food is something less refined. Thus.. I'm hungry."

As death approached he saw the many raging souls of those blown to bits. There were no bodies, and as most of the victims were minced into a fine pink mist without feeling a thing he saw at least ten of them yelling at the still living gathered around them. Sa'Des of course launched off to snatch up her meal, Death simply smiled as Nora played the present swapping game with the wraith. Every other soul simply seemed to be in a different position or place at the same moment Sa'Des swung...

"Quit it bitch! Don't play with my food!", Sa'Des shouted rounding on the elemental spirit with a vengeful look in her eye. Death simply chuckled and checked names off so the more packable souls could fall into the spirit realm.

"What do you mean? It isn't my fault you can't aim skank.", spat Nora with a particularly attractive venom in her tone.

Death finished up as another name popped onto his list

-Elmira Dawson
Age:34,Irreversible,Cause Of Death:Sudden Arrhythmia Death Syndrome,Location..-

As Death read it he shrugged and found himself being glared at by the two otherworldly females. Apparently he had been asked something he hadn't cared to pay attention to. As a result they were glaring as if angered but unsure. He smirked and opened a portal beneath them, he dropped into it and they followed, anger gone.

The office was lavish, and it was obnoxiously so for any mortal establishment that would likely last less then a century or two. He looked ahead and saw there a particularly dead body with a slightly less dead body hovering over it. Death grimaced noticing that there was only one soul in the room, and it belonged to the unmoving body. He didn't have to think, the answer popped into his head swiftly, it was Oracle. Sa'Des of course hated the thing, she didn't like anything she was unable to eat. She liked Nora better, at least the spirit could be devoured if caught off guard and drugged heavily. Though, Nora was not loathe or pleased by the thought of the wingless Malikite. As far as she was concerned she was a son of her only love... even if Death was unsure how to think of Oracle.

"You have died woman, do you understand?" Death looked to the forlorn spirit and she nodded. With a flourish she was checked off the list and a portal opened for her to exit this realm. She left and it closed, Death looked to Oracle in mild curiosity. It was likely the boy couldn't see the female's spirit or the spiritual portal, as Death was sure Oracle had no ties to spirit of any kind.

"Why is the wingless one here in this realm knowing well he is not supposed to be?"

Death raised an eyebrow, he seemed to naturally address all those of his race as his children. He held a special feeling for the Malikim as a whole, this one was no different. A creature born of the Shijin's hand apart from the others, no matter what he was he was still to be cared for...or at least Death wanted to hope so.

[Oracle]

In that one sip, Oracle amazingly finished his mocha latte, surprisingly savoring every taste of the highly caffeinated beverage. He watched the steam from the empty mug rise as he noticed from his perrifial vision a man with a red coat and sunglasses emerge from within his office quarters.

Oracle could hear him talking to the spirit of his dead secretary he knew he could not see. The way he spoke to her with his authoritative tone made him shutter in excitement. He closed his eyes as a breath of passion escaped his mouth when he heard him say it.

"You have died woman, do you understand?" The words felt like poetry to Oracle, whispered directly to his ear with a sudden lick of passion along the edges just for a quick yet effective tease. It wasn't until he heard his thought spoken out loud, alerting that he knew exactly who he was until Oracle had the strength to present himself toward the man in red the way he always did whenever he coveted - or craved - another being.

Oracle smiled as he placed his free hand inside his pocket, feeling the law coin given to him by Kouzetsu inside. Just by touching it, the chaos in Oracle's blood started to soothe a bit from the boiling point it started to reach from the instant presence of the man in red. Oracle let out a breath in relief, but that didn't stop his own original nature from thinking something interesting about the man before him.

Oracle once again used his foot, this time to move the body of his dead secretary off his carpeted floor and on to the wooden plaques beneath it. He used his void magic to evaporate the body into the air, making sure to add a scent of pine so that his office would not have the scent of flesh, just in case. He placed the orange mug that was in his hand on a nearby table, along with the non-prescription glasses that rested on his face. He looked at the man with a seductive smile.

"Why, hello there," he greeted after a lick of his lips. "Nice coat, by the way..."

[Death]

Death caught the look he was given by the wingless child and did not like it much. Sa'Des was riled to the point of rage by every other glance the man gave and Death was bothered by the simple tone he was greeted with. Death was a much revered member of the celestial race, and he was accustomed to such, this boy was disrespectful already. death didn't take much to be offended, and as honor was his code this was a bad start. Swiftly the angel thinned his eyes and scanned his list, the portal of darkness appearing behind him as he did so.

"Hold your tongue child, I am not your friend nor am I so lowly as to be addressed as such. I'm busy, should you have business with me, Nora shall handle that in my stead."

With little else and a sigh from the spirit, death walked through the portal leaving Nora to handle things in the office.

"Way to piss him off Kid."

Nora flitted into her energy form, a gasious shimmering ball of light. Her disembodied voice floating through the office as she spoke.

"So what did you want?"

[Oracle]

Oracle chuckled lightly as he heard the words of the man in red.

"Hold your tongue child, I am not your friend nor am I so lowly as to be addressed as such."

Oracle closed his eyes and smiled as he let the words marinate in his mind.

He called me child, he thought to himself. Then he cut him a seductive look. I wonder if that means I can call him Daddy...

He watched as the man in red spoke again, seemingly thrown off by Oracle's look like so many others.

"I'm busy," he heard him say. "Should you have business with me, Nora shall handle that in my stead."

That was when he saw the man in red disappear into a portal of some kind, only leaving a glowing orb of light behind he presumed was this Nora person.

"Way to piss him off, kid," he heard her say as she floated around the office. "So, what did you want?"

Oracle watched as the ball of energy floated around his mortal office. There was no other explanation; the man he saw was none other than Death. And apparently, he was too busy to have a simple chat with the Zaihou; in all honesty, he should be busy himself, trying to find out if this flower shop was indeed the location of the Devil Saint's headquarters.

He smiled at the floating orb, bowing a bit in the process. "I assure you, maam," he began, "I had no intention of making Death upset. It was my first time seeing him and I had no idea what to expect."

Rising from his bow, he looked at the floating orb named Nora again, smirking. "As far as what I wanted," he said, "that would have to be information. I am on assignment for Kouzetsu Gin to find someone of importance to him, yet I believe there might be a problem. I was hoping Death's talents could assist me in my mission..."