The darkness seemed darker. The light seemed even farther away.

Yet she stood up. Her black wings fluttered. Her eyes shone bright.

This was no time for crying.

A hissing noise and a meow broke the silence. The girl's head turned. She could only hope.

"E-eh? Nyaa –san?"

The silence remained.

She felt like a fool. Why would it be him? She was dead and he was alive. She was alone.

Something suddenly brushed against her leg. She stood stock still.

"Ahh. There you are," a voice whispered in the darkness.

The voice floated up from the ground. Her heart leapt.

"N-Nyaa – San!" she whispered with delight. Her eyes grew brighter, the only thing visible through the mist.

"Yes, it is I. I have come for you here. I have come to take you with me."

The midnight black cat stared expectantly up at the girl. She looked back, her eyes full of emotion.

"Take me? Take me where?" She bowed her head. "I… I thought… I thought I was dead."

The cat sighed. "Quite the opposite. You are in hell."

Memories raced in suddenly. There were screams of the tortured and cries of the innocent. A dark room.

Her eyes grew wider. "So… this is… home?" Her eyes filled with tears. "But wait… I'm… alive?"

"Yes, you are one-hundred percent alive."

"Where are you taking me?"

The feline smiled maliciously.

"That's for me to know and you to find out. Let's go…

Shia."

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She sat alone. Tears stained her cheeks and dribbled into her hair.

Yet she stood up. Her white wings fluttered. Her eyes shone bright.

This was no time for crying.

Her legs felt weak as she struggled to keep herself from falling.

Everything was going wrong.

"Ah! There you are!" a voice yelled. It seemed so distant. Yet so close.

The pink-haired girl turned her head. She barely moved her eyes. She knew who the voice belonged to, and she didn't have any interest in talking to her that moment.

However, she managed to murmur, "Um… Hiyas, Sa-Chan… Su."

"Hey baby! How's it hangin', hm?" The newcomer said. She hadn't said it very loudly, but to the pink-haired girl, everything sounded like it was plugged into an amplifier. After sitting alone for so long, she was not used to sounds other than the birds.

The pink-haired girl was silent.

"Er… Um…" the newcomer tried to recover. "Well, I thought you'd be pleased to know that Wonder Boy is doing… er… well."

Once again, the girl was silent.

"Is something bothering you, baby?"

The pink-haired girl looked up to see her sister Sasha looking at her expectantly. Her blonde hair and white dress were framed against the sun behind her.

The pink-haired girl looked down again as her eyes filled with tears. She didn't want her sister to see her crying, but Sasha didn't miss anything.

"What's wrong? What happened!"

The girl looked sadly up at Sasha once more. Her eyes were red from the many nights she had spent in sorrow.

"Sa-chan… it's Kotarou-kun… I… I miss him. Su." Hey eyes grew wider. She felt so much pain, but she had no tears left to shed. "I… I wanna be able to be with him… and… and Shia-chan again. I… I want thing to go back to… back to the way they were. Su."

Sasha sighed. She had heard this before. "Misha, babe, you see him almost everyday. He just… doesn't see you. And as for that demon lady, good riddance! The world's better off without another one of her kind on the surface world. Everything's a bit different now, but I think it's all for the better, don't you agree, Misha baby?"

The pink-haired angel quietly sat. She looked up at her sister with full eyes.

"…You don't honestly believe that… do ya?"