Welcome to Heaven

*Izumi*

The red light from the sun through my curtains glowed on my face. I grumbled to myself as I drew my eyes open. Too bright!, my mind screamed.

My eyes trailed over to the wall near the door. All seventy-one pictures of Baby Doll made me smile. Oh, she's such a dear. She's trying to find the people who killed her.

"Why?" I asked her one day. She shrugged at me.

"Give my grandma piece of mind, I guess," she said. I nodded a bit.

"I guess," I said. "But, what do you plan to do with them after you find them?" She gave me a blank look on her face.

"I don't know…" she said. "Make the police do something about them."

"How?"

"Um… Um…"

I smiled and patted her on the arm. She looked up at me.

"Must be nice to have your memories like that," I said. She raised an eyebrow at me.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You see," I said. "After you are signed into Heaven, they take away your memories from your life on earth."

"No," she murmured. I nodded at her.

"It is true," I said.

"Buy why?"

"They went us to be the perfect little tool for God."

Baby Doll shook her head at me. "That's terrible."

"But, that's how it is."

"Then, what should I do?"

"Enjoy your memories while you still can."

Baby Doll lowered her head. "That sucks."

"Yes, I know," I said. I wasn't lying about any of it either. I can't remember anything before I became an angel. I don't remember my family, home, school, friends, or anything. Himeko told me not to worry about it.

"What's so fun about the past, anyway?" she asked. "Just live in the moment and enjoy the hell out of it." Usually, she just handles the rest of bullshit on a plate. But there are those things that she actually takes me something useful. However for extended measures, I take photos every single day. My cell phone and camera are jacked full of photographs.

Speaking of cell phone…

My little phone buzzed on my nightstand. I reached over and picked it up.

"Hey there sexy," I said as my lips curved into a smile. "Dreaming about me last night? ... Ooo! … Say, are you doing anything time? ... Sweet. … Meet up at our usual place? … No problem. … See you there at nine. … Love ya, bye." I held the phone to my chest as I smiled. I opened my eyes as I looked at my clock and I remembered.

"Oh crap," I said. I leapt out of bed and got ready for the morning.