Hope you enjoy this, I've just finished all current episodes for season two and all of season one of Shingeki no Bahamut. I noticed quite a few people where shipping Chris (Charioce XVII) and Nina, which I am NOT a fan of for obvious reasons…, so I decided to start this little test of a chapter.

I hope you do enjoy, and show some interest. I'd love to continue this.

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Why was it every time this happened his heart starts racing?

Was it the adrenaline kicking his survival instincts into high gear?

Was it that he was amused that this was all it took?

Or was it that he enjoyed the feeling of her in his arms, even for a brief moment of time?

The few seconds where her warm breath ghosted his collarbone, her coral colored cow-lick tickled his cheek, and the way her petal soft skin slid along his where it was bare, snared his attention enough to make him really contemplate the reasons (as he's been doing for so long).

The first several times his heart had reacted as such were brushed off as simple, maybe malevolent, glee at making her transform, but then it kept happening even when they just had those all-so common grazing touches that occur when walking side-by-side or handing things to the other. It was then that he started truly paying attention to the seconds when his heart did anything other than circulate his blood. The feeling didn't increase, not when he could feeling the Dragon erupting from her petite frame, not even when those slitted golden orbs stared straight at him. The massive head turning slightly, as though sizing him up, before looking away toward whatever had needed the attention of this side of the young and naive powerhouse. So he could rule out that it was fear for his life, or elation at making her cause massive amounts of destruction… Dammit.

For all his eons of life and exploits you'd think that some hyper-active and overly ecstatic little girl wouldn't warm his heart enough to flutter. Tch, I blame Mugaro… a side glance at the angel to his right, their eyes meeting in an unspoken conversation to which the younger just smiles knowingly, scoffing Azazel looks back out to the field before them.

Nina's rampaging self clearing out a band of traffickers, her large body and fire breath surprisingly avoiding the caravans that held women and demons alike. When a path had been cleared for the rescuing duo they sprinted to the cells, Azazel's ghost-like snakes shattering the locks while Mugaro's magic seemed to evaporate the collars and chains on the freed victims.

Reaching in carefully Azazel helped down the wary women, some edging away before slipping down themselves, with a sigh at the cold shoulder from them Azazel climbed into the carrier to pick up the young demons. Only five were taken with this band, but all were eight years old the youngest seemed be two and the one truly crying as Azazel murmured for him to wrap his arms around his neck.

Picking up two others, one on each hip, he glanced back over his shoulder to the cowering women with an irritated brow."Gonna help me out or gawk?" One of the women that didn't seem perturbed by his presence stepped forward to help the remaining two as the demon jumped from the caravan's opening.

"Can either of you two walk?" He spoke softly to the two on his hips, only one nodding, a sigh escaping him as he look out to Nina, "The thing is, when that Dragon there is done and becomes herself again I need to carry her, so could you humans help out and carry these two for?" Raising his shoulders, thus their bodies in a little bounce, to draw the women's attention to them.

"Why?" The one that had refused to come to him asked bitterly as her arms wrapped over her tattered dress.

One of the women that had taken his help stepped forward and grabbed the two kids he had indicated while he bite back, "Because I need both arms to carry her and keep her covered while I fly ahead to get our transport." His brow twitching and a sharp fang protruding with his sneer in clear displeasure at her hostility, "Unless you'd rather walk back to town in the dead of night? At risk for another abduction?"

Her expression pulling into a petulant glare of distaste at him before huffing and turning away, grudgingly conceding to him in silence, the movement of another woman offering her arms out for the toddler hanging around his neck drawing his attention.

"What about this one?" She asked when he didn't move to unwrap the tiny arms from around himself, cocking her head in curiousity.

"Nah, he's fine. He'll move to my back when I need him to," violet eyes glance down to see the child's answer in drowsy pale green eyes, slightly obscured by dark lashes, a ghost of a smile twitching his lips as the young demon nodded his agreeance.

"Azazel." Mugaro called out as a heads up, the tall demon's gaze following his pointed finger, both men looking out as the red dragon began to glow and fade.

"Alright, Mugaro, start heading that way I'll be overhead in a few minutes." All near softness that he had expressed with the child, gone, replaced with his usual cool demeanor. Taking the cloak from the angel's outstretched hand while moving the clinging child to his back before snapping his wings out from within, and taking flight to the descending woman.

Looking around the 'battlefield' both appraising her work and looking for any remaining scum, seeing none, he pulled up to come face to face with her unconscious form. "Good job, Nina." Securing the cloak, then slipping his arms around her just right to flip her to her back, and bringing her chest to his with her legs draped over and curled out to his right side. Indulging himself a little as he took a deep breath of her unique scent, flora and fresh light cedar, shaking his head at his own stupidity his wings beating harder to carry them in the direction to the carriage. Why you? Azazel thought at the slumbering woman in his arms, her warm breath fanning up his neck only to be chilled again by the rushing wind, rolling his violet eyes up at the full moon over them his stained lips tugging down in a familiar grimace.

Reaching the carriage just a few minutes ahead of the others gave the white haired demon enough time to slip a dress over Nina's nude body, refasten the cloak, and lay her along one of the benches. Settling the clinging child next to her, patting the dark knotted hair when he whined, promising that they can sleep soundly and safely while he drives them back to town.

Hopping out the door just as Mugaro and the others arrived giving them a curt nod then moving to climb onto the bench at the front of the carriage, grabbing the reins in preparation to depart. Mugaro insured that they were all inside comfortably, checking on Nina with a smile broadly plastered to his face, then moved himself to take his place next to the demon outside.

The ride back to the town silent, a bit tense, Mugaro sensing that the older man wanted to talk but couldn't find the words, so he pulled out his ocarina and began a slow serene melody. The sound instantly taking the desired effect on the terse demon to his left, a sigh left his colored lips while his body dropped back to rest comfortably against the backrest, those normally cold eyes warmly glancing over with a silent 'Thank you' carried in them.

A smile flashing from the angel before he pursed his lips again to continue playing the tune until they reached the safe house in the town. Kaisar and Rita standing out front with a lit lamp to greet them, and help the saved victims. Rita looked everyone over, patching up small cuts, spreading a salve over contusions, when all had been taken care of her small body went to site by the still slumbering dragon-girl.

The pinkette had shifted in her sleep to cradle the demonic toddler in her arms, the smaller form suckered to her arm and chest, both lightly snoring in exhaustion however pale green eyes slowly begin to open after Azazel walks in. The youngster's nose twitching as he could be heard scenting the air, a small tail that wasn't seen before wavering with the familiarity of it, causing Azazel to chuckle softly under his breath. Rita looking at him in surprise before back to the sight before her.

"I didn't know you had a heart, oh fearful vigilante." The zombie woman quipped at him, a smirk on her face.

"Tch. At least mine is still beating." Azazel stopped mid-chuckle, looking at the blue-tinged woman crossly, bending down to pick up the youngling.

"Ouch, that's rude." She replied, face pulling into one of contemplation as she watched Azazel pause shortly, his violet eyes softening minutely as he looked down at Nina, his wrists grazing her skin. The scene she witnessed not lasting longer than two seconds, and had she not been used to watching him so intently she wouldn't have noticed it at all.

"You started it." Turning around abruptly with the child secured in his arms, "I'm taking him to the other's then heading home with Mugaro. The fosters coming in the morning?"

"Yeah."

With his question answered the older demon left the company of the two women, a small part of his mind arguing to stay and look after the pinkette, the bigger part of himself stomping on that voice internally. Walking back into the house and turning down the first hallway to the room that smelled the most of his kind Azazel whispered promises to the younger in his arms once again.

The young demon nodding his head in both exhaustion and acceptance that he couldn't stay and that tomorrow he would be able to have a slightly better life in this town. A town consisting of mainly demons, some humans hung around, but the majority were their kin which made it the safest place for such a young orphan. Azazel had made sure of that.

Not long after winning the battle with the humans and making peace with the angels the world had settled into a peaceful state, though some people still decided to hunt down and terrorize others. He and his band of friends had come together and decided to travel and protect those that needed it, whilst creating safe havens along the way. Bacchus' carriage connected to all the town with a communication portal, the group each carrying a magic medallion that allowed them to also keep in touch, so that no one was ever truly alone and vulnerable to attacks.

Explaining the best he could of how the town was safe in words that the youngster could understand was apparently the equivalent to a bedtime story, because shortly into his efforts snoring reached his sensitive ears. Huffing out a breath while shaking his head in mock dejection the demon laid out the youngster next to some of the children from earlier, leaving the room shortly after tucking them all in.

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So this is just a test chapter to see the interest in this fandom. I wanna contribute and get it going full throttle, so let me know if you're interested.

I'll do my best to continue it in a timely manner. :D

Jyane~