A young girl stood on a pedestrian bridge in the middle of Tokyo. She had a smile on her face as she watched the cars zoom by. She was going back. It had been a while since Setsuna had brought her here but according to the Time Guardian it had only been a year's time when she was from. Though of course this time she could tell her secret to those she had deemed as friends. She smiled at their reactions. The dragon would completely blow his top, the desert noble would blush and most likely faint, the silencer would probably blink a few times before busting out laughing, he only did that when was corny and not really funny then but a funny later. Gun boy, well gun boy would most like kill her.

She made her way back to her home. It was the last time she would see it or the friends she had made here. She was upset she was leaving them behind, but Pluto had told her once she went back to her real home she couldn't come back to this one. She cringed when she remembered what her friends reactions were when she told them about her real past, what she did, who she was and that she was leaving. The fighting she was use to was so much easier than Senshi fighting.



Once she reached her house she made a slow tour of it. Memorizing every detail of it. a family was fun while it lasted, but in the back of her mind she still knew she was an orphan and these people only believed she was their daughter. That was Pluto's work. She made her way to her room. It was bare now. All the things that could be deemed as girls' things had been given away or sold. All she was taking with her was her pictures, computers and few other things. There was one last thing she needed to get though. It was buried at the bottom of her closet. She pulled out a dusty old box and smiled at what was inside.

This was it she was leaving. She had told the others she was leaving tomorrow, but on the way home figured it would be the best to leave now. She thought of all the fun times she had with the girls. From the first meetings to the battles they had. She didn't realize it but while she was reminiscing she had pulled out the contents of the box undressed and redressed in the familiar black cloth, placed her gun in her waist band and strapped the small knife to her left upper arm. She was lacing up the black combat boots when she realized what she had done. She stopped and laughed. She bounced over to the wall length mirror. It still fit perfectly. She picked up the last of the box contents a floor length black trench coat and a sliver chain with a charm. She smiled at her reflection. All she needed now was to change her appearance once more.

That was the only thing she hated. She hated lying period. But she has been lying to everyone she considered friends. She couldn't show them the real her. This time though she would set it all straight and hopefully come out alive. She took one last glance to the mirror. Her hair, she would have to do something about it. She took it down and put it into a long French braid. She gave her reflection a curt nod and walked out of room and house all together. Once out side she slid on a pair of dark purple sunglasses and walked down the sidewalk. As she walked a light surrounded her and in a flash she was gone. Though her last words were caught on the wind.

"The angle of light is the great Shinigami once again!"



@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@

Well should I continue or not?

Review

Ja ne till next chapter.