"Another day in the life of an exorcist." A tall lanky red head yawned out while stretching. "Why are you acting so bored? Didn't you have enough fun earlier?" His companion, a small, pale, white haired young male, asked. The red head seemed to blossom at the question.

Earlier that day.

The young red head stood in a door way, body stiff, mouth agape, visible eye bulging. It was quite apparent that he was shocked by the view in front of his every eye. He hadn't expected to come this far and get here so easily. It started as a casual stroll that became a mad dash for his life to here, the entrance to paradise. Yes, it was his paradise. He found the women's bathing room. A room full of young fully developed bouncing and squirming women playfully laughing while splashing one another looking to get clean and have a good time. Well, in his mind, they were looking for a good time and so was he. He notice a couple of girls assisting one another with the more hard to reach place. Of course in his mind this situation would unfold quite differently. He was actually amazed no one had noticed him. "Hey Lavi! What are you doing there?" Lavi turned his head with such force he could hear his spin popping. It was his small friend coming to greet him. "Want to go get lunch?" The small had yet to notice to view beside him. That is until the chorus of shrieks echoed throughout the entire castle. And paradise became an inferno. Reality can be a real bitch sometimes.

Present

"I will never forget this day." Lavi spoke with a content expression. The pair was currently walking through the courtyard in an attempt to lay low while heading to cafeteria. It was rare for anyone to be out here even in the day. There was something depressing about the garden. Lavi had only been out here once or twice and he knew the first time he disliked the place. But as he passed to an opening between two trees he stopped. Taking a few steps back he confirmed he saw correctly. There was a person sitting on a bench. The junior bookman had been so sure that he had at least seen every girl in this castle was surprised by this person.

She sat there with her legs crossed, just barely giving him a glimpse of her underwear. She wore the basic standard Black Order women's uniform with low heel ankle boots. Her head was down. He noticed the open book in her lap and the wagging pen in her hand and concluded the book was her diary. But due to her current position he couldn't see her face past her bangs. Her hair was a strange color. Some what like the Sun's rays at high noon, white with a blonde tint. The longer he stared at her hair the more he noticed how dark her skin was. It had a bronze tone to it. It almost reminded him of honey. It was enticing, the way it accentuates her collar bone. He hadn't realized how hard he had been staring so hard until he heard his name being called. He looked to Allen, who had it quite far while he was spacing out. "I'll catch up to you." The young bookman yelled out before making his way to the lone girl.

Another day together.

I've been here before yet it feels like the first time. Lying in bed while staring at the ceiling, I've done this a million times before. But for some reason it feels strange. Maybe it due to the extra sleep I've acquired since the transfer. That light has no longer been a problem. It appears that if I move in this world I also move in that world as well. My first time sleeping in this new place, I heard the sound of waves and the distant cries of seagulls. Of course, whenever I try to look I find myself here. So I can't tell if it's gotten worse or better.

I quickly sat up and rubbed the crust from my eyes. It's bright in here. I mumbled out while scanning my "new" bedroom. Everything is the same minus the window, the room is smaller, and bed isn't as soft as my last. Yet I find it cozy. Unlike, the main branch, they didn't want to spoil me with anything lavish. The room was just as basic as my last, now I have a mirror and a stuffed animal that a strange girl gave me. I haven't talked to her since that day three months ago. I was hoping to at least have one friend. Should have pretend to be anther person.

You don't have to lie to me. We'll be friends until you die.

Looking at the walls I noticed that they hold imprints of the previous occupants. I wonder how many people called this place home? There's no use asking where they are now. I already know and I plan to follow them some day. It is my destiny.

We're just killing time, for now.

I made it out the courtyard without attracting much attention. With my journal in hand I plan to jot down all my thoughts of the past week, starting that Komui guy. The guy with the white hat told me to take a break. What does he think sleeping is for? If I never got tire I'd spend all my time fight. Why must I be forced to do nothing? I guess all this restlessness is a side effect of all the sleep I'm getting. "Where should I go?"

Follow me. the stage is this way.

I noticed an empty wooden bench sitting back against the wall surrounded by large shrubs. That's a decent hiding place. It wasn't much of a seat. From the looks of it no one has sat here or even noticed this thing. It was greatly weathered and nearing it final years. It must be awful to be built for a purpose and be used. I'm glad I have never felt that pain. "I'm here to use you. Try not to break." I turned a nd carefully lowered my self on the bench. It creaked a little and a few boards shifted, but it seemed to support my weight just fine. I quickly opened my book and got to work. I complained about the beret wearing idiot. I was so immersed in ranting about that moron I hadn't realized I dedicated three pages to him. Nor did I notice the shadow that cast over me.

"Hi, I haven't seen you before."

you know your lines, now play your part.