Where do I belong? [Kaku and maybe others]

Kakushin took a deep sigh, things around here were hotter than fighting the inferno five headed Dragon. It never calmed down, and a lot of the people Kaku held close were in distress right now. But Kaku himself, didn't know how to feel. He never really knew the kid who was once God of Disease, other than making sure he escaped that Ballroom years ago. But Kaku knew his loved ones well enough to know when something really hit them hard, and felt mad for them. He wasn't about to go and slap the poor ex-Demon, but Kakushin also wasn't going to just go and take Akvan's side in it all. Right now, Kaku was simply taking a walk, with Neko trying his hardest to follow by the Angel's side. It felt like forever since the pair had simply walked. "You know, one of us has tiny legs, it would be nice if you acknowledge them." Neko stated, and Kakushin looked back to find Neko struggling to catch up. He stopped, before lowering down to let the cat ride on his shoulders. "Getting old, Neko?" Kakushin jested, and Neko's whiskers flared. 
"You've no idea boy, I'm a seasoned fellow despite my remaining nine lives." Neko returned, before turning his gaze to look around them. Kakushin smiled to himself, it was weird that he hadn't realised how little he saw of the cat anymore. Since the Pandemic, things seem to thin out, Neko adopted himself almost as a full time doctor, going around to find patients. He spent a lot of time travelling alone, and for such a wise cat, Kaku never needed to worry, because Neko was the most cautious cat in the world. He was probably far older than Kakushin gave him credit for, and yet still managed to hang onto his full nine lives, something some cats half of Neko's age couldn't achieve. They began to tread into the old clan grounds, and Kakushin looked around, wondering what a place like the Mun clan was like back before the current leader's time. He was left to wonder about the old terrain, before spotting something with a much younger age to the ruins around him. The pair stopped to stare, whilst Art was hiding away in his own little world. It was hard to remember everyone in this group, but not many would have a hard time with this kid. The one to pretty much initiate the first fight, and the one to stop Dranar from falling and Sohul from dying. He deserved a lot more than to be alone and scared in this remote part of the clan. Kakushin walked forward slowly, standing close enough to Art to be seen and heard. "Art, right?" Kakushin said into the silence, "You alright?"

For all Kaku knew, Art was just as easily going to attack as he would listen and reply. There were only two clans Demons and Angels knew they could tread in that wouldn't attack them. The Mun clan, and the Taiyo clan, the latter exclusively for Angels. The Iwa clan had been a no-go area for years, and was assumed to be barren and dead since the Pandemic. But when slaves of the Demon King with golden hair and high capabilities in Earth Magic suddenly appeared again, everyone was made well aware exactly how alive the Iwa clan was, and what situation they had themselves in. To enslave an entire clan just like that, Exitium must had considered himself impressive to pull off such a thing. Kaku thought it was despicable, but there wasn't much an Angel could do to help a clan completely enslaved by Demons with Dragons guarding it day and night. So Kakushin was left to remain curious about the clan, and could do nothing more. Art knew first hand of the Iwa's troubles, and was probably born right into slavery. 
So with all of that on his shoulders, Kakushin could hardly blame Art's defensive attitude. Smiling calmly, Kakushin listened to what Art had to say, lips pursed as he considered the boy's point. "I don't think it's because they don't trust you. Whilst perhaps Zuura doesn't know what to make of the sudden change, no one doubts your hatred to the Demon King, and that you wouldn't be tricking us to help him." Neko hopped down from Kaku's shoulders, looking up at Art. "I'd say you have more than a few bones to pick with the guy. He's done a lot, that slight wheeze you have suggests possible broken ribs, you've got bite marks over your arms, and a lot of burns." Neko stated, using his feline senses to help the analysis, like he'd trained himself to do for seventeen years. Kakushin smiled sympathetically, "Why haven't you got that treated yet? Broken ribs hurt, trust me, I know." Kaku asked carefully, before looking over towards the lit clan. "I know what it's like to be stuck somewhere being worried about others somewhere else, so I promise, any opportunity I get, I'll go to your clan and make sure everything's alright."

Kakushin could see a lot of his younger self in this kid. Obviously, Art had been through so much more. Those moment of sorrow in Kakushin's past, were present in the whole of Art's life, and wouldn't leave the Iwa's system any time soon. All of that pain and caution was expressed in the need to protect his own, and Kakushin could commend the boy for that. Comparing his wounds as little compared to others, it made Kakushin chuckle a bit, it was almost exactly how Kakushin had put it when he was bedridden with his own wounds. So, if Art was going to act just as Kakushin once did, then the Angel knew how to handle this, having gone through it personally. Stepping forward a little when the injured Art got up, trying and failing to hide his pain, Kakushin tried to hide the worry on his face. "I'll bet, but I know they'll be safe." Kakushin said, before Art spoke his piece. It seemed confusing, but then Kaku realised that Art was hiding during everything that had happened earlier. He'd ran off from the crowd the moment Mujihi came along, out of fear or anguish or anything understandable from someone in Art's position. But it meant Art was clueless to what else transpired. Kakushin smiled, nodding his head, "Fair enough, I'll prove myself to you, but I can't prove it the way you want... because Mujihi has already done what you want." 
Letting it sink in, Kakushin knew Art wouldn't believe something like that from a Goddess he'd known so closely. Kaku sighed, "I understand it's hard, but Mujihi doesn't wish to harm anyone anymore, she's here to help. And I believe her when she says so.... It must be impossible to believe, I know. But what if... I take you to her, then you can hear it for yourself?" Neko glanced to Kaku, though he left this to the Angel. Kakushin knew Art might just attack the new ally the moment he got the chance, but just maybe, it might be able to persuade Art to trust someone at last. If Mujihi herself didn't prove so, then Art would have to be taken directly to his clan, however dangerous it might be.