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A/N: Okay, I'm sorry for updating so late BUT! I have tests everyday because my new school is fucked up. That's right. I said it. Anyways, here's the new chapter!

Chapter 2

General POV

Melisa slowly leaned against the side of the bed and stared out the window. She took in the breathtaking view that the open windows showed. This city that was always on the talk in the Heavens really did live up to its rumors. The bright lights that shone in the night were like reflections of the sky. She could hear—even from where she was—the laughters of children. Unconsciously, she began to smile.

"Having fun, brat?" a voice said joyfully.

Without looking back, Melisa answered, "I would mind if you stop calling me that, Zehel. I was created long before you—or that damn scythe's master was."

The blonde propped down beside Melissa, his smirk unwavering. "And I would prefer it if you didn't call me Zehel. Call me Frau."

Feeling uncomfortable of how close he was, Melisa shuffled away from him, and the action did not go unnoticed. Frau's grin stretched even more, if that was possible, as he leaned back and stretched his arms, just so his fingers touched the back of her shoulders.

"You must've known him since you were created before him," Frau said, then paused. "Verloren, I mean."

The sound of his name made Melisa's eyes narrow, as if such cursed name should not be spoken aloud.

"Yes, I knew him." The coldness in the girl's voice was shocking; it felt wrong for such a golden gift to speak in such a tone. "He's a selfish damned bastard who did everything wrong. He left someone who cared about him all alone. He doesn't deserve what he's in now." Her voice faded. "And he'll be freed from it soon."

Frau stared at the girl, and realized that she sounded like she knew him in an incredibly personal way.

"So, did you, uh…" Frau's voice faltered.

"What?" Melisa snapped.

Frau shook his head. "No, it's nothing."

"Tell me," Melisa demanded. "It is unfair to leave a person leaving hanging."

The black haired girl expected something like a smirk, or a smart ass comment, but instead, she got a sad looking Frau.

"Did you know her? The princess that Verloren killed…" Frau's voice dripped with sadness. "Was she…"

"Really as the rumors told?" Melisa finished. "So kind and beautiful no one could hate her? Loved everyone and everything around her and was thus loved back? Yes. Yes, she was. Though I had no idea that you, Zeh—Frau, would be in love with a woman you've never met."

"It's a feeling that all of us 'heavenly beings' share," Frau rolled his eyes, his words dripping of sarcasm. "Y'see, these feelings are the Chief's feelings. Must I continue?"

Melisa stiffened. "No. I know what you mean. But see, Eve has this affect on people. You've never met her and yet you already love her."

Frau sighed. "And that's why Verloren fell in love with her, but he ended up killing her. Man, that's—"

Suddenly, the black haired girl jetted up, her calm blue eyes set on the lights outside. "No, you're wrong. I'm going to take a walk. Don't follow me."

She steadily fast-walked to the door, but was stopped by Frau's question right before she could open the door.

"What do you mean?" Frau asked, confused. "Are you saying that he didn't kill Eve?"

A soft, humorless laughter escaped the girl's lips, but it sounded like something that an insane person would do.

"This is what happens to 'heavenly creatures' if they stay on this damned earth for so long." Melisa's eyes never left the floor. "But to answer you question—Verloren did not love Eve."

"Then who—"

Melisa smiled in an odd way, and Frau shivered, for the first time since the last couple of years, as a shiver ran up his spine. Such expression did not fit a fragile looking girl like her—it was a emotionless look that made her seem dead. A soft wind blew and her black hair wrapped around her, gently caressing her. Her suddenly brighter eyes swept across the room, then landed on Frau.

"That," she said, "Is for when you deserve to know."

With that, she left the room, leaving a very confused Frau alone in the dark room.

Later

"That is for when you deserve to know," Frau mocked Melisa's voice in a high, girly tone. "Who does she think she is? She acts like she knows everything and she's only just a brat!"

Labrador gave the fuming blonde a dismissing glance. "Well, she does know a lot of things, according to your report. She personally knew Verloren… Even Eve!"

"Actually, we don't know about Eve," Frau noted.

"Frau, for once, will you shut up and participate properly?" Castor snapped. "This is serious."

Frau huffed and jetted his legs up the round table, and a dark shadow rumbled with laughter. The blonde shot the dark body a glare, but before he could say anything, a small, petite girl interrupted him.

"Bertrand, that's enough," a girl with light brown hair scolded. "You cannot possibly say that even though you've been asleep for so many years, you've forgotten your manners."

'Bertrand' clucked his tongue. "Wrong, Landkarte. Oops, I meant Isa. I am Ea the awakening spirit, so I should always be awake. Eh? Get it?"

Lance rolled his eyes. "After the loss of Vertrag, it seems we have all lost our sense of humor."

"Especially you and Bertrand," Frau joked.

"That's enough," Labrador's velvety but harsh and commanding voice ordered. "We have to talk about Melisa and whether she's a danger to this church."

"Or humanity itself," Bertrand said dramatically.

Isa sighed and made a pillow with her arms, and laid her head on it. "She seems so… harmless. I think she just has a bad attitude, and since she knew Eve, she must be related to God Himself in some way. Besides, the last messenger we had from heaven was like that too."

"Only he was more focused on leaving this 'damned' place than that girl is," Bertrand snorted. "And this girl is kind of weird. By that, I mean she's… different weird. The last one had an attitude too, yes, but this girl seems like she's not looking down on us like that, err…"

"Michael," Frau suggested.

"No, Michael was from a long time ago. I meant that other guy—or angel, whatever." Bertrand's eyebrows furrowed. "Whatever. But you know what I mean, right?"

Labrador said, slowly and carefully, "Now that I think about it, she is different… Strange… I just can't place it. She resembles someone, doesn't she?"

The other five ghosts paused and nodded in agreement.

"But we must first do something about her!" Lance announced, "We can't just let her stay here if she's a danger to us!"

"Let us vote," Castor suggested, ignoring Bertrand's statement. "For those who vote that we wait for her to tell us what's happening—or who she is, raise your hands."

Isa and Labrador raised their hands.

"And those who wish for us to… ask politely of the situation?" Castor asked.

Frau jumped from his seat and waved his arm wildly in the air, and Bertrand merely waved.

Lance and Castor exchanged glances. "It seems the tie breaker depends on us," Castor smiled.

"So it does," Lance smiled back.

Melisa

'They'll never find me here,' she thought.

Well, it was partially right. She was on the roof of the church, and her eyes could not leave the buildings and houses. They were so beautiful, yet they could not catch up to Alcante's lights. Even if she only got to see through a small window.

Something behind her rustled and she snapped back. Her eyes searched for whatever it was and she got up in a defensive stance. A dark figure began crawling towards her. What was it? Was it a demon? But this was a church—

"Uwah!" the thing squealed as it slid downwards. Melisa quickly snatched the collar of the boy's t-shirt and pulled him up.

"Thank you!" the boy said, and even in the darkness, she could see how flushed his cheeks were.

She shook her head, but stopped when she realized the boy probably couldn't see it. "It's no problem."

Melisa stood up to leave but the boy sat down, and he had clutched her sleeve during the time she had caught him. She tugged away, but he held on, and his pure green eyes stared into hers. They were irresistibly cute, and ever since she was little, she had been attracted to cute things. Sighing, she sat back down, and the boy somehow climbed onto her lap.

"My name is Teito!" he said gleefully. "What's yours, onee-san?"

Melisa paused. She had never once had someone call her that before.

"Ne?" Teito cocked his head and looked backwards at her, a smile playing on his lips.

"My name is Melisa," she whispered.

"Hmm…" Teito muttered.

"What is it?"

"…I don't know, you just don't seem sure of it, Melisa!" Teito perked. "As if it's not really your name."

The stunned girl laughed. This time, it was real—it resembled bells of a church jingling.

"You're right, Teito," she said. "Melisa is my human name. My real… name that my father gave me is this…" she whispered the cursed yet gentle name into Teito's ears.

"Melisa…" Teito whispered. "Ugh… Ouch, my hand!"

All of a sudden, it felt like something was pressing against her from the head. Her heart pounded faster, and she pushed the boy away, almost instinctively. She sprinted towards the edge of the roof and turned back to face him. There was something wrong with the boy—something wasn't right. Then, Teito's gem like eyes turned blood red and she froze in fear.

"Well, if it isn't one of the most troublesome beings of Heaven!" Michael said, his voice amused. "Relax 'Melisa,' you can probably defeat me. This is only 'my eye' after all. But really, I'm interested in something."

Teito—Michael, took a step forward, his head cocked, truly interested. "How'd ya get outta that hellhole?"