Taxicab Transgressions
The transfer of the soul had already taken place. He wasn't exactly sure how something like that worked, and he didn't care to know. The important thing was that his mission was complete. It had been for months, and yet he had remained on Earth.
Waiting.
He wasn't sure what he was waiting for until he found himself offering his hand to a pregnant woman on the curb. She was full of spirit, but there was something soft in her nature too.
She smiled at him between contractions and outbursts condemning Shouma for being too busy at work to help her to the hospital.
He held her hand as the pain passed over her. She was a brave woman. That much was clear from the way she held herself. And there was a bluntness that would have been crass in most people that seemed almost charming coming from her.
When the taxi came to a stop, she insisted that she could find her way without him. After brief protesting he consented, planning to follow behind her unseen just in case. But just before she climbed out of the vehicle, she turned to him, hand twisting in his shirt as she hauled him closer for one of the most demanding kisses of his already lengthy life.
Pulling back with a sweet smile she chirped her thanks and was disappearing into the hospital, already barking orders at a nearby orderly.
The taxi driver had to call out three times before Conrad managed any kind of response.