Interview with an Angel

Chapter 2: Thoughts on Life and German

Author: Dark Hearted Shinobi

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Krad?

Yes, Master Satoshi?

Why did you agree to that?

To what?

To be interviewed. It's. . . not something I would see you doing.

She wanted to know about me. I believe it is time people knew about me. They all know about Dark Mousy, so why shouldn't they know about Krad Hikarii?

Good point.

Of course it is, Master Satoshi. Now. . .about the German.

What about it?

You should study. That test is bound to be hard.

A sigh.

All right.

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I am alone now. Master Satoshi is doing his homework, which allows me to have control of the corner of his mind I live in. Soemtimes, I wish I could be free. . .

I remember the first time I came about. I didn't know what had happened, or who I was. The Hikarii I was trapped with taught me pain. Each question I asked was answered with pain. I hated him. I still hate him. But. . . his son was better. He knew about me. He had been raised on tales of how horrible I was, then when he turned fourteen, he met me for the first time. He was. . . my favourte master other than Master Satoshi. Instead of torturing me at first, he allowed me to explore. They lived on the ocean and when it was warm, he would take me to the beach and we would switch places. I remember the day that I first saw the ocean. Master Ryuu walked to the beach. It was a warm summer day. The sky was a clear blue, no clouds in the sky. He came to an isolated part of the beach, then told me to switch places. It was so warm. And the smell of the sea. . . I took that day as mine own. I explored the beach, played in the ocean, and had the best day of my life. I was still young then. So naieve. But still. . . the colours that day. . . they were georgous.

I am a bit of an artist. When I was allowed to, I would paint, or draw, or even write. Master Satoshi sometimes allows me to paint.

But. . . mostly the Hikariis have suppressed me, trying to rid themselves of this. . . curse, as they call me. I do not understand. I am not the one who brought this "curse" about. It was the Niwa who made it happen. If not for him, I may have had my own body. I hate him. His stupidity has--

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Krad?

Yes, Master Satoshi?

You know German, right?

A smug laugh from me.

I know German, as well as several other langagues, including, but not limited to Latin, Greek, English, Spanish, Arabic, French and some that would break your mind to know. What do you want?

Help.

With what?

Another heavy sigh from him.

Conjugating "arbeiten."

That is easy. It would be "arbeite, arbeitest, arbeitet, arbeiten, arbeitet, arbeiten." (1)

Okay. Got it.

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Feh. As I was saying, most of my tamers are awful. Sinners, I believe you would call them. The Niwas kill our artworks. They murder them. Of course, the Hikarii family murders their own works, as well, so I believe that I can rightly say that both families are sinners.

I have been killing artworks for years. I will never admit this to any tamer, but I hate killing the artworks. When things lose their lives unwillingly, their cries are painful to hear. (2) The screams of the artworks as they die send shivers crawling up my spine.

But enough of that. Time for me to sleep now. I have an appointment with a certain Phantom Thief tonight.

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Okay, second chapter is finished! I hope you all like it as much as you liked the first one.

Wow. . . it's short. Sorry about that.

Thanks to: The Lantern, Ebony Mitsu, and Kurisuta

1.) "I work, you work, he/she/it works, we work, you (plural) work, they work."

2.) DNAngel, Volume 12, Argentine.