CHAPTER 1: ENTER: NAME...

"What's your name?"

//view;;//

Open digital eye.

//blink.//

"Mine's Teiaiel."

//hello, Teiaiel.//

"But you can call me Tiara."

//revolution.swing.//

"Is this where the dead angels gather?"

//paranormal.view.open.//

The darkness faded from Tiara's eyes and light shone down from an unidentified sun. Artificial. Nevertheless, Tiara blinked, surprised she could still feel the glare of light. She looked around, and saw a human teenage girl with round glasses sitting on a swing; perfectly calm with a patient smile, her school uniform swaying in the breeze.

The girl giggled. "What do you think?"

What YOU think is more of an issue, thought Tiara. Her mind instantly without prompting, almost subconsciously, opened onto a different plane, one where others' thoughts were as plain to her as bold text. There, she saw that the girl was dead. Just like her. Killed because of Rosiel. Just like her.

My name is Ruri Saiki. I used to live on Earth. Now I live here. Can you hear me?

Tiara nodded. This girl was painfully honest. There were the thoughts that she formulated into sentences for Tiara to hear, but there were also disconnected, fragmented memories of violence, pain, and the shimmering beauty of angel wings.

"And… where is here?" Tiara asked.

"Angel Sanctuary. Isn't it pretty?"

//---//

DIIIIIEEEE!!!!!!!!!

[death. [God's judgement. [will punish.

[eliminate [Sara Mudo [hate. [I hate Sara Mudo

[Angel Sanctuary [Lapis… Lapis Lazuli

[Setsuna [Savior… [save me

[death.

[God's judgement

[Forgive me. [Sara. [Setsuna.

//---//

Tiara collapsed to the ground. Wind howled; Ruri was still sitting, still smiling. Tiara brought her hands up to her face, shielding it from the world, as if that would block out Ruri's painful memories.

Ruri smiled, sweetly, painfully, apologetic, yet somehow distanced, and said, "Yes, another's memories are hardest to bear, aren't they?"

AN: Oh hi. I wasn't aware I had an audience. Well I suppose you're there if you can read this. This is another philosophically-related tangent my brain decided to take an escorted trip on. Who knows, it might grow into something yet… ;P

I guess you could say it's a collection of dead angels/humans-martyrs/humans-sinners… A typical Angel "Sanctuary". Souls lost in remorse, in purgatory, unable to move on. This is their story. Not sure of WHAT the story is, or HOW it's going to play out, but it's theirs. And that's something to take into account, hey?

PS above, in the short mini-recollections of Ruri's there's meant to be a close-bracket.. but it's not showing! GRR!