another piece from my amazingly handy sticky note :D.

seems like most of my ideas are now written on sticky notes ever since the app on my moms ipod touch died and ate one of the prompts that i was working on... oh well... please enjoy some... sadness =_=

The City of Mercy, once a thriving city teeming with people both young and old, but alas, fate permits this not and decimated it by sending down beings that are now called gods for fear of their destructive power.

The sky above this once majestic place is grey and cold threatening to plunge the forever tinge of sunset with heavy rain. Up on a ledge a lone girl of about 20 years of age stood leaning on a massive blade that's planted on the ground.

"He's late." Amaya Aragaki, first unit leader, mutters as she stood there waiting for Soma.

This would be their first mission together after a few months since she came back from the Europe Branch and his now busy schedule "baby sitting" a new buster blade recruit since he has the most experience out of anyone with that type of god arc.

The newbie girl, Aishi Itou, attached herself to the elder buster blader so much that it was the butt of all jokes since it would take Soma a long time to be able to get some time for himself; that is, until everyone became painfully aware that it was getting in the way of everyone at the den. The younger would do anything just to spend time with him regardless of any spite that she might receive with her brash ways. You could also say that she's a certified stalker.

"Will he come?" she asks to no one in particular the very question that's been prodding in her heart.

Maybe you'll ask "why would it be hurting her? They're just comrades right?" well you are dead wrong. Anyone in the first to third unit would most definitely tell you, in not so many words, that she has feelings for her white haired senior despite so many denials on her part.

Amaya believed that Soma would come at any moment pushing her to start the mission while scolding her for waiting for him; this is a mission after all.

After a long while the steel-coloured sky started pouring gently over her features starting from her black-brown hair to her fair forehead across her cheeks then down to her chin, from her neck it travels down her torso and shoulders to her hands and finally to the earth beneath her feet.

Amaya stood there unmoved for an hour… maybe more. Ear-splitting shrieks and roars of the aragami impatiently beckon her to move and do her job.

Retrieving her god arc from the ground she moves to fulfil the objectives of her mission, alone. The rain suddenly hammers down as if to hide the torrent of tears from her eyes.

'He's not coming' the thought broke her much more than the pain that she felt on countless missons.

Thanks for reading such a short thing~