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Hospital chronicles

— I'm really sorry, Kaminii-sama! It wasn't my intention to hurt you!

Katsuragi looked back at Elsie, who was holding her broomstick very tight, looking really sorry for what happened. Never play with a knife, he once told her, but it had no use. Nothing he could teach her would ever have a use, actually. Elsie was the proof that hell creatures were supposed to stay in Hell, not to bug normal peoples' lives. However, if there was any way to get rid of her, he should have done it sooner.

— Don't be sorry — he mumbled, looking at the injured finger like there was some way to fix it using a really difficult game code —, and please, don't scream. You already gave me a dilacerated finger, I don't need migraines too.

Elsie hugged her broom ever tighter and deepened herself into the chair, hoping Kaminii-sama wouldn't be too angry at her. She knew what he was probably thinking: how was he supposed to play his precious galge games with an injured finger? And it was all fault of that absent-minded demon that claimed to be his little sister. If she hadn't showed up in the first place, there wouldn't be piles of unplayed games in his room, and his life would be so much normal...

— Mr. Katsuragi — Keima stood up when his name was mentioned, and a young nurse smiled at him, indicating the way he should follow to meet the doctor. Elsie followed her holy brother, maintaining a safe distance from him. Maybe he wouldn't like to have her in the room with him or something... But when Keima reached the doctor's office, he held the door opened for Elsie, and told her to hurry or she would be outside. Standing there, in the room, there was a man with a big belly and a gray mustache smiling at them, who looked a little like Santa Claus.

— Let's take a look at this finger, son! — Elsie thought that being a doctor should be amazing, because he looked so happy for looking at her brother's finger that it was contagious. — Oooh, it was a deep cut. I think you're going to need a couple of stitches. How did you do this to yourself, son?

— Kitch... Kitch... A tiny... Kitchen... Acc-cident.

Keima was looking directly at the doctor with a horrified expression in his face, while the man grabbed his stitching tools. Nothing in the world made Katsuragi so scared as erasing computer viruses and needles. He felt like he wanted to jump off from the office's window and run for his life, but his legs didn't work. Even for these moments his demon-shaped sister was useless... Elsie could easily suffocate the doctor with her garment and clear the path for Keima to run, but she was just standing there, looking as scared as he was to see his ghost-like white face.

Fortunately, it didn't take too long to stitch Keima's finger, but when he left the room with Elsie behind him, it looked like he has just gone out of a sanguinary war. He was still white as a paper sheet, and trembled like a scared puppy. His situation was so pitiful that he didn't say anything when a male nurse pushed him to the floor in order to open the path for his upcoming equip.

— GET OUT OF THE WAY! EMERGENCY COMING! — Everywhere they passed, people stepped aside to clean the room; but Keima was so scared about the needles that didn't listen to the man. The only sound he could hear, right when the equip passed, pushing a stretcher, was that unstoppable and annoying noise that totally took over his life: doro doro doro doro doro doro doro...

— That girl lying on that bed... She has a weiss, Kaminii-sama! — It was amazing how happy Elsie always got when the runaway spirits manifested their existence. Keima knew that there was some kind of contest or something that gave a big honor for those who got the biggest quantity of spirits, but her happiness state was just overreaction, at his point of view. — Come on! — She held his hand and started walking on the direction the equip has followed.

— Setsuna Sakura, 17 years old, attends to the second year at Misato Hisagi High School. It's the same school as Tenri, isn't it, Kaminii-sama? — Keima nodded his head, saying yes, and Elsie kept on going: — Her mother died when she was a child from unknown causes, and she now lives with her father. They have a photograph studio downtown, and when she's not at school, she helps her father to serve the customers. — Elsie stopped looking at her garment's information to pay attention at the girl, who was lying in the stretcher since the time she got there. — And she is very beautiful, too, Kaminii-sama...

— She sure is... — Elsie looked at her holy brother, who was very attentive to Sakura. — But she is also very lonely... We've been here for hours, and no one showed up to look for her, or to know what happened... And I'm pretty sure no one was looking forward to her fainting on the street. — At the time he stopped talking, the girl started kicking and punching the air above her, like she was having a terrible nightmare with rapists. — Come on, Elsie, let's check that.

They entered the room very quietly, in order to preserve the girl's sleep, and stood by her bed. Indeed, since the hospital staff put her on that room, no one else came in there. The only people that looked a little interested on Sakura were Keima and Elsie, and it was only because of the runaway spirit. When Keima approached to the bed, he could listen to Sakura's desperate whispers:

— No... Get off me... Get off... We'll imprison you at the depths of Hell... You will be trapped into the gates of oblivion... Sink over me... Sink, sink over my power... Drink my soul... — Her innocent face was contorted in fear and hatred, and her cheeks were getting blushed. The most strange, however, was her skin, which got a very discrete blue shine, making her look like an angel, a fairy or some other ethereal creature. This similarity was confirmed by her platinum blond hair, almost white, which was shinning a little bit, too.

Keima stepped away from the stretcher, a little scared by the vision. Since the day Elsie entered his life, he saw a lot of strange things: disappearing girls, giant girls, demon girls and even heavenly creatures; but none of them looked this strange. The girl was shining. He never saw a shining girl. At least, not spontaneously. And she was whispering about Hell, and trapping someone into the gates of oblivion... What was that supposed to mean? Did runaway spirits dream? Okay, if the girl can shine, then weiss can possibly dream. But it was all so strange that he, somehow, refused to believe.

— What the hell...? — Keima looked back to see a tall, brunet boy standing on the doorway. He looked alarmed by their presence, and a little worried, probably about Sakura's life and/or security. — Who are you? How did you get here? Step away from Sakura-chan!

— We were just worried about her — Keima's calm scared Elsie. She was already trembling, while her divine brother talked to that guy like they knew each other! — She passed out and no one showed up to look for her, so we decided to watch over her until someone appeared. — The guy looked angry for a while, but then his expression relaxed and he opened room to Elsie and Keima to get out.

— Okay, then. But go away. And, if I realize you were trying to harm Sakura-chan, I'll hunt you to hell. — That threaten made the boy smile, which indicated, at least to Keima, that it wasn't really his intention. — I'm Kazuki Tenchi, by the way.

— Katsuragi Keima — he answered, bending over a little bit, respectfully. — And this is my little sister, Elsie.

— Nice to meet you. — Tenchi approached to Sakura's stretcher and sat by her, holding her hand very carefully. It looked like he was used to meet her at hospitals, because his face didn't look so worried anymore, but it was still a strange situation for him. Probably, Keima thought, she wasn't used to pass out in the middle of the street, but it started happening... Because of the weiss.

The bell has barely rung when Katsuragi packed his school stuff and put the bag on his shoulders. He didn't want to spend the afternoon at school, or even at home, when he could be investigating the shining girl; because of that, he approached to Elsie before leaving, when she was talking to the rest of her band.

— I'm going back to the hospital — he warned. — If you don't want to go, it's okay. I heard you saying that today you and the rest of the girls would be rehearsing, so you should stay at school. — Elsie smiled and, for a moment, Keima thought she would try to hug him, but she didn't. Finally, she got used to her divine brother disliking 3D people. — But I may need your help later. — Seeing the questioning look at Elsie's face, Keima adjusted his glasses over his nose and continued: — You saw that thing on Sakura yesterday, didn't you? She was shining. That cannot be normal. And losing spirits don't do these things, I guess. Just deducing, though.

— You should talk to someone, Kaminii-sama — Elsie advised, speaking very low, for that no one could listen to them. — Maybe Haqua, or Tenri... They probably know what this glow is about. It may be an effect of the losing spirit...

— Or something else — he said, nodding his head in clearly disapproval. — I'm not going to talk to anyone before I'm sure it's not a weiss. If there is something even wronger with Sakura, then only a few people should know. We didn't get rid of Vintage yet, Elsie.

— Okay, then. — Elsie's dumb smile got back to her face, and she rose her broom in excitement, just like she used to do... All the time. — See you later, Kaminii-sama! And let me know if you need anything!

Keima turned around and started walking his way down to the hospital. It wasn't actually a long way, but he had to hurry if he wanted to go in there before the visiting time was over. On his PFP, the girl asked him to go to the church. Even his character wasn't religious, so he said no. Bad choice... She was now giving him a lecture about saving his spirit and things like that. Goddesses... After localizing them all, Keima was so tired he thought his job as a buddy was over; but no, they weren't able to seal the spirits because their power was too low. Now he had to give daily love shots to the six girls he found goddesses inside, until their power was restored and they were able to seal the weiss and give Keima his life back. Until there, he had to get girls' hearts rid of runaway spirits and its respective gaps. Otherwise, the Jupiter Sisters wouldn't cooperate with him. Diana said so, and he preferred to believe her.

He arrived to both the save point and the hospital at the same time. After talking to the receptionist, Keima was allowed to go to Sakura's room; first, he had to go up three floors and walk through four different halls, which looked exactly the same. When he finally got to the hall where his mysterious shinning girl was, the sound of people talking inside her room made him put away his PFP and stay hidden, listening carefully.

— I thought you wouldn't come... — the first voice was feminine, very fragile and unsteady, like someone who spent the last hour crying. — You shouldn't have came, by the way... You must have more important things to do...

— No, I don't — Tenchi's voice was strong and decided, the typical voice of someone who wants to convince other person of something. — You know you're my best friend, I will always have time to be with you. Even at the hospital. — Keima noticed that Sakura's breath became a little faster, like she was happy with that sentence. — Sakura-chan... Why is it happening? You weren't this fragile... Is there anything going on? Anything strange? — She probably said no, because he continued: — If there's nothing going on, why then you keep passing out and being nauseated for nothing? You should really see a doctor for that... I mean... Well, you are already here, I think your father will tell them to take care of you. And if he doesn't, I will do it. Someone has to.

— Thank you, Tenchi-san — her voice was now a little steadier, and Keima thought that she was going to get out of the room bouncing as a little kid. — You know I will always stand by you, too. — Some moments passed in silence, and Keima assumed they might be hugging. — But it's time for you to get back to school, isn't it? I'm pretty sure you haven't even had lunch yet. You also have to watch over yourself, Tenchi-san!

— I ate something before coming here... Anyway, you're right. I should come back to school. Will you be okay?

— Sure — she guaranteed. — I have a whole staff of doctors and nurses just waiting for me to crush again, so yes, I will be okay.

Keima didn't wait to listen to the end of that conversation. He walked away before Tenchi made him go home in a matchbox. Tenchi didn't really look too strong, but he wouldn't need to if he wanted to hurt Katsuragi. The Capturing God, then, stayed at the corner of the hallway, waiting for Tenchi to be far enough; then, he walked to Sakura's room.

When he got to the doorway, he stopped.

Sakura was sitting on the stretcher, looking forwards, to the exact place where Keima was standing. Her eyes were benevolent and dreamy, but, at the same time, tough, just like Tenri's when Diana was taking over her body. Sakura's skin was shiny, just like Keima wanted to see, but now there was a much more intense glow than the other time. Her long platinum hair was floating around her, like a mist, giving her an ethereal appearance, and she worn a very long, but light, blue dress, different from the school's uniform from the day before. From her back, a pair of huge white wings came out and, on the top of her head, there was a halo.

That was the most divine vision Keima had in his entire life.

Author's note: hello minna-san! I hope you like this fanfiction. It's been originally posted on deviantart, and this first chapter was released in April 19th, so you might find some strange things when compared to the original manga. When I posted it on my dA page, Wakaki Tamiki's chapter 139 has just been released. Well, I'm sorry if my English is not that good, I'm trying to get better at it. And it's everything I have to say. See you on flag 2.0, then!