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When we die, we automatically wonder where we'll end up at.

Normally it'd to be in a place full of angels, over-poofed clouds, dead family, and a golden god.

Like in the movies, right?

Well...Movies lie.

Apparently death dosen't mean an immidiate Light at the end of the tunnel. No almighty golden god, Or a regular god at that. No singing, welcoming angels and apparently no heart-wrenching, fairy tale reunion with our dead grandpa.

Just a hell of wait an in endless black space, a forceful eviction from it and still...no dead grandpa.

To be fair, I probably wasn't a solid shoo-in for heaven anyway. But honestly, I kind of assumed I'd make the cut.

On the bright side, I didn't see any fire or brimstone either. So I'm positive I wasn't kicked in heavens opposite direction (At least I don't think).

The only thing I saw was white.

Blinding, ugly hospital wall, white.

And it hurt. Alot.

I stand corrected- I might of gone to hell, But then, how should I know, my entire interpretation of death was just blown out the window.

So let's call this a crappy situation. That fits well.

Normally seeing white can be considered good after dying a horrendous death.

But in my current situation, it was the complete opposite. The color was unbearably bright, blurry and for some unknown damn reason, incredibly windy.

I kept getting slapped by my hair, that I regret not cutting, I could barely move any part of my body and, I was left blind thanks to the ugly neon white.

Crappy situation indeed.

Truthfully thinking, I should've questioned where I was dropped in, so maybe I could find a way to escape, like any sane person would; to bad the ramblings of 'Owowowowowowow-pain-owowow-pain-pain-owowowowow!'– inside my head kept me from really caring too much.

Until everything- the numbing pain, blinding light, and high-pitch wind-got stronger.

Lovely.

So against all the rationality I had left, which wasn't much about now: I bit my lip, forced my hands to move, and opened my eyes again.

I saw a more focused picture. Not a second later, My hands slamed over my face .

I saw clouds.

Hundreds of passing blurry clouds.

I was falling...falling from the big, blue sky.

...I guess that explains the wind.

Crappy situation indeed. Damn movies.

In my opinion, like the calm and mature-not really-person I was, I grasped the situation pretty well.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH -"

Well, it could've gone better.

"-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-hhhhhhhh-…"

A lot better.

-5 minutes later-

"-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHhhhhhhh-*cough*AHH-*Cough-cough*cough-cough*D-Damn….weak-...lungs." I muttered out, stopping the minutes long blood curdling scream.

Despite the dire situation, I must admit, I felt a smile creep on to my face. I'm positive I just beat the record for yelling the longest in the face of mortal terror. Ya, Zell who-never-wins-or-acomplishes-nothing just broke a record. Awsome accomplishment if i say so myself...

...only i'm dead, Nobody cares, and now that I remember, am currently falling down to another gruesome death. And the smile is now gone.

But before I could start yelling again like a lunatic, the wind harsly hit my face and stopped the scream that would have probably mutilitated my already swolllen and irritated throat.

After a few minutes of terrified uselessness, I forced my hands to move, wiped away the tears from my stinging eyes, and took a big breath; (ow-s-scratch that) trying my best to calm down.

Only it was easier said than done. All around was sky. Looking down, there was no ground, Just clouds. Many many clouds.

That didn't help at all.

I trembled at the severity in front of me, feeling the urge to scream once more. Falling. I was falling. How did I even get up here?! Being Dead means being underground NOT ABOVE IT! OH GOB!

...Wait, hold up. Why am I freaking out? In a minute I'll wake up to my annoying alarm clock, falling out of bed in the process, stupidly realising that this was just a dream. A very horrifying, realistic dream. I reached my hands to the passing clouds.

I mean if these were real you could literally feel the condensation in them, and since they aren't, the-

I felt water on my arm.

...

I stared and stared and I still saw the water on it. I pinched at it and felt the sharp pain that can only come from such an act.

...Okay. So this was real.

I closed my eyes and counted...1-1...2...3.

At three I took a very shaky breath, swallowing back the urge to spew the contents of my stomach. That was good. I managed another, much more steady, breath and prevented a panic attack from happening. Okay, That was even better.

Feeling some-what calmer-not really-, I looked around again, hoping real hard that maybe I'd spot a passing plane to yell for help in this situation.

Only there wasn't. Just horrible realization.

The wind was stronger, so I was probably falling faster than before. I was falling at about 100 miles per hour and counting, and about 6-to-700 feet below me was hard stone ground.

Yeah, the clouds had cleared and I saw ground. I was soon going to make contact with that ground.

Of course. How simply wonderful.

You'd think I'd stop with the stupid remarks by now. But I guess death makes people stupid.

Considering the situation...I'm allowed to be stupid.

I decided to say my last words in case I die again. Falling,apparently, installs instant faith.

"Dear Person that rules everything in the universe, if this is for accidently scaring that nun that tried to lend me an umbrella, it was in accident…..I was wet and she got too close, that glare was not intended … sorry.

Also, if falling of out of the sky is punishment for hitting that volunteer man uptop his head with a broom, you should know he started it. I take one loaf of bread from the food drive table, a onetime thing I left money for and an apology, and he accused me of being a good-for-nothing delinquent. By that, you know he had it coming. But I do regret it. Anyway please know I'm swallowing my pride to say that I'm a truly and undeniably very, very sorry and I hope you forgive me.

Thanks and I hope that when I die again I'll actually meet you this time."

When the sight of green flashed in the corner of my squinting eyes, I couldn't help but scoff at my last thoughts….'If wherever I crashed doesn't take kindly to my splattered blood, blame the being upstairs for my crappy luck.'

I'm not going to heaven am I?

I got my answer meeting ground.

(CRASH!)

"…."

…And It's dark again….great.

Just fantasti-….Oh! Wait. My eyes are just closed, never mind… false alarm.

At that notion, I slowly opened my eyes to meet the white-blinding light again. But, instead of the life-scaring lights of doom, It was gentle and warmly nostalgic. So much so that, for a minute, I believed I had survived the Wench's gunshots, did not fall through the sky like a sack of potatoes, and had woken up to stare at the opaque hospital lights that I had grown so accustomed to seeing.

But only for a few seconds. It immediately ended when I was able to use my eyes, ignoring the burning retinas and annoying white spots of light, and got myself to sit up.

Right in front of me, was the of the Garden of Eden...And no, I didn't mean the restaurant or painting.

I meant the real one. The Garden of Eden.

I stared, and stared and stared some more. I laid back down on the crater, which I just noticed, closed my eyes, waited a few minutes, sat up, rubbed my eyes, pinched my cheek and stared again.

….yeah it was real. I have yet to gone fully mental.

All around was this never ending field of freshly cut grass with willow trees sprouting throughout it in the distance. It had a gentle and refreshing wind, and one of the bluest sky I'll probably ever see; deep and never-ending, like the ocean, with the biggest, fluffiest, bleach white clouds that have, probably, ever been made.

If I hadn't just fallen from it, I'd say it was the picture of paradise. But since I did, those feelings abruptly went away.

Since I was probably staring up like an idiot, I shook my head and got up from the undesirable human-shaped crater and found that the scenery wasn't the only drastic change.

I had to keep my mouth from hanging as I looked down at myself. Instead of the bloody, full of holes, brown uniform I always wore, I found myself wearing a pure white dress. It was a simple yet elegant cloth with a black fabric-like belt just below my chest that flowed to my knees. I staggered at the change and met with the fresh cool grass of the luscious field. I was barefoot.

I blinked. Didn't see that falling down. Then again, I don't think it mattered than because as I said I was falling down. Other things took top priority.

But who really cares now.

I turned back towards the field and looked around, nothing.

"HELLO?" My voiced echoed the field."HELLO!" Nothing.

I was by myself.

Utterly alone

I sighed and looked around again. Nada...not even a flying angel or trumpet horns. Well isn't this anticlimatic.

Then I heard it. The rustling you hear when someone always stupidly says nothings wrong.

I stopped and looked around, feeling a bit creeped out. Me and my big mouth.

I swallowed the knot in my throat and looked towards where I heard the noise. "Hello?" I wearily questioned to the open field.

Unfortunately it answered back. I jumped when I heard the rustling again.

Walking past one of the many willow trees, I found a very sketchy looking path heading towards, from where the sound came. I could only stare blatantly forward as I heard the rustling once again.

...This has horror movie killing scene written all over it. If I was smart, I would ignore ever cliché horror teen action and not go towards the disturbing noise that has perked my curiosity intensely.

Than again, I just died so what the heck does it matter. So ignoring the frizzled nerves and urge to run away, I went towards the noise.

...on this perfectly strange path, in this unknown paradise-like place.

Either I hit my head really hard when I fell, or death makes you really stupid. I heard the rustling noise again.

it's both... Definitely both.

And horror movie cliché strikes again.

After walking for a good five minutes down the path, finding it extremely weird and intressting that the rocky ground did not hurt my feet, I found myself in front of a field full of hip tall Brown grass. Tall grass that look oddly like an abandoned farmer field found in the middle of nowhere.

Heaven is such a creepy place.

As if to make it official, the rustling in the field began again. Only it was stronger and louder than before, shaking the entirety of the overgrown field as if an earthquake was happening.

...You, know, I could turn back right now, forget this ever happened , and go lie down on my nice human-shaped crater where it's safe and sound. As if reading my mind the fields simultaneous rustling stopped, until only the patch of grass in front of me remained shaking, as if it was telling me too push it back and go inside.

I guess running away is out of the park huh. The field rustled back.

Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I reached out towards the field and hastily pushed the tall grass back, expecting something to jump out and hit me.

And something did, The grass I had pushed back had recoiled and slapped me hard across the face while I stood there expectantly waiting for something dramatically happen.

My face fell as I felt the pain of the slap take it's toll. I looked around the tall field and found nothing except the wind blowing and making it look and sound like it was moving on it's own. Again anticlimactic.

I sighted and scratched my head. I guess that crash did bigger damage then I thought. I started walking away until my body went rigid in fear.

Something furry had brushed against my feet...My unprotected, barefoot feet.

Crap. I hadn't taken in the possibility that there could be animals running around. Idiot.

Running away quickly crossed my mind, but I was trapped thanks to the tall grass. Something brushed my feet again.

Breathing in and out, I whirled around ready to face, then probably run away, the animal that approached me, while at the same time slowly backing out of the field.

I looked all around, up and down, back and front. I saw nothing but the creepy field in all directions. No animal, bug, or insect.

I relaxed, letting my arms fall down.

'-Hmn…guess it must've been my imaginati-'Something wrapped around my legs. A shudder escaped.

I trembled. Despite going through so much scarier stuff, I couldn't help but be afraid. Breathing once more, I looked down in anticipation to meet orange, pupil-slit, eyes.

I blinked and soon a smile traced my lips. I crouched to it's size and came face-to-face with the coolest kitten I'd ever seen.

It was a small, a foot at best, and it was a coated by shiny pale blond pelt, like my hair. It had a round shape head with fairly large ears. Its tail was long and dressed with an orange ribbon. Its neck was wrapped in another orange ribbon, only it held a small silver bell in place of a name tag.

It looked towards me with its almond shaped eyes, it's bell ringing as it moved. '~Meow~'!

'So Cute.' crossed my mind as the smile I had got bigger. The cat in response stood still in pure adorableness.

There was no doubt that this cat was beautiful, but as cute as it was, it was just as weird. Creepy even. It stared so intensely that I stopped to pet it half-way. It's eyes were very dark, intimidating, and penetrating; nothing like the playful vibes it gave out. They were cold. Too cold, calculating, lifeless

...and Too dead.

Lost in a train of endless thoughts on where I've seen those same type of eyes, I hadn't realized that I was staring the feline down. It started hissing and crouching in a frightened yet insulted manner, not taking my actions too kindly ( though it stares just as much, or more, as I do). Hearing it hiss, I reached out to pet it and calm it down when it ignored my hand and walked until it was directly below my nose.

It stared at me and than lifted it's paw to my face and moved it from one side to the other in a fluid motion.

Its claws fully extended.

*drip*'….'

*drip*

*drip**drip.* I looked towards the floor and saw drops of red cover the grass.

*..drip*… I touched my face and felt it wet.

*drip* *drip* Realization hit quickly. The damn cat had scratched my face in half.

-OWWWWW!' I Screamed out, falling to the floor as tears well up. "YOU DAMN CAT! OWW!….-AHHHHHHH!" It might have been because of the blood obscuring my face, but I swore I saw it smirk.

'Bastard cat!'

Ignoring the pain, I pulled myself to a crouch and caressed my tender face; It was jagged, wet, and numb. I twitched. Scowling I turned to the smug-looking cat.

"You little bast-"I reached for it only to have it jerk back. It smirked and escaped towards the tall-grassed field.

Not bothering too weigh the thought if it was a good idea or not to follow the cat deeper into the creepy field, I growled and quickly ran after it. Accurately-and very weirdly-knowing in what direction it would run off too.

"Oi! Wait up!" I yelled as pushed through the field.

The cat ran amazing fast, but I persisted and kept up. My feet didn't hurt from running barefoot, but my legs were already giving out and my breath getting short.

I would have succumbed to the pain and stopped if I was any other normal girl. But too bad for the cat, I really, and unfortunately, wasn't.

As I ran, I failed to notice the changing surrounding untill the cat left my sight. Following the murderous intent, I turned a sharp turn at these bunched up area full of tree's at the end of the field (Was I in a forest or something.) and spotted the cat at the end of the dark area.

Running past all the tall trees and untamed grass, I reached the cat and immediately dubbed over. My body screaming for air. I might've been somewhat good in running, from all the running away for my life moments, but I still had a sickly body that was just pushed to run at top speed after a bloody death.

It's pretty harsh.

I lifted my head to look at the cat, when I saw the scenery. From the forest, you could see the cat seating near a large lake, surrounded by pink blossoming trees all around the opposite side.

On the lake's edges were hundreds of white orchid beds whose petals blew around with the gentle breeze. (What is up with the, "always when you need a show-offy scene" wind!) The orchid petals combined with the sakura petals gave the lake a majestic view mingling in the wind.

I stared and went towards the edge of the lake. The water was a reflection of the sky, a never ending blue. I touched the cool water and from the ripples I made out the growing reflection. It gave a foreign vibe but, I knew very well what that reflection was.

It was a human.

A very stunning- but not in a good way-intimidating human.

A heart shaped face with soft edges. Pale blond hair,( almost an eerie white,) that reached mid back with swept bangs and covered the left side of the face. Pink lips in a permanent straight line, skin the color of fresh milk, a little bit pale, and sharp, orange eyes that looked like they just woke up from a map.

It was me. Pale little me.

The definition of don't judge a book by it's cover. A contradiction. I don't act like how I look, story of my life.

The only thing that actually fitted me were these annoying eyes. These cold, dead eyes that have done nothing but cause trouble. (When I was eight, they caused a girl to run home crying about a zombie eyed girl glaring at her when I made eye contact with her. Yeah, thanks for destroying the small amount of confidence I had of my appearance little girl AND for getting me punished by the teacher for doing ABSOLUTLY NOTHING TO YOU!)

I hate my appearance and begrudgingly, I don't even blame the girl's reaction. I mean, who's ever heard of orange eyes on a human! If it wasn't enough that I was already socially inept- with the damn appearance of a frou-frou flower-I was given the most inhumane color of the rainbow….Orange. Dead mutated orange.

But they were tolerable since Lena always said they made me unique, that and my metabolism. I'll even admit, that their glare had kept many of my tormentors away (even if they made me look like even more of a freak, but that's irrelevant.).The thing I hated about myself was the paleness.

Why, Because I was practically milk white. I was always compared to one of those creepy china doll when I was alive. Many though I really was one and had come to life thanks to demon.

Yeah, I was that lifeless pale and when I say pale I meant it. I was transparent. Pale hair, pale skin, pale lips, and even pale eyes….PALE! WHAT KIND OF GIRL IS ALL PALE! Let me tell you, NONE!

I'm a Freakin ghost, not a damn doll. No wonder I'm a called a demon, I'm the exact opposite of my normal, beautiful, sun-tanned, brown haired, brown eyed always joked around saying I was probably adopted and I couldn't help but agree.

I was like the cat next to me. Creepy.

Remembering my family and those two idiots made my eyes start stinging. My chest felt heavy and I felt a deep melancholic feeling.

I shook it off and turned back towards the lake. I frowned as I inspected my face. One thing had changed in my appearance; there were fresh-new claw marks all across it.

I turned to the accused, finding it trying to catch a fly like the 'innocent cat' it was. 'Hn. Innocent my butt..." I shrugged.

Turning to the lake I sighted, No matter how long I looked, I couldn't help but feel like an old grandma going through old photos of her childhood.

My face felt foreign and nostalgic. Everything did. Yet I still felt young and by the look of it as full of life as I'll ever be. I shook my head. I put my hands on it and squeezed. Trying to dislodge the buzzing pain from overthinking.

I blamed the crash again. It messed my head up, giving it a concussion. I kept squeezing.

Then I suddenly felt myself be pushed. Suddenly I saw my watery reflection up close.

I was falling into the lake and by the blurry white blob that I saw by the corner of my eyes it was safe to know who caused it.

Damn cat. I met cold blue.

Felling the sloshy water, my mind started filling with venomous thoughts towards the cat. Images of it's torture kept repeating in my head until I laughed evily in my head accidently drinking the lake water. After a few seconds, those thought disintegrated as fear struck in. Due to a very scaring childhood accident(THAT SHALL NOT BE TALKED OF!), I hated water with an unimaginable passion.

I hate it. Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it.It There was no doubt to that.

I shut my eyes, feeling the cold through my dress. My heart began beating faster and I started flailing to get out of the restricting water prison; I squirmed and squirmed only to end up tiring myself out.

To Engrossed on flailing, I failed to notice someone come closer. I started to lose conscious from all the unwanted and strenuous action, till a rich monotonous voice broke through the noise.

"…It's not that deep." it said amusingly. I immediately stopped at it's words.

All came to a standstill. You know those moments when you believe you're in danger, only to find out you just overreacted. This is one of them.

I looked down and the unknown speaker was right, the water barely passed my hips sitting down. There was no danger of drowning unless i was a kid or really stupid. I felt myself turn red.

Hesitantly turning to the owner of my-unknown-saviors voice, the blush increased.

It was a kid. I just made a fool of myself, in front of Kid….talk about throwing salt on an open wound. I hid my face in my soaked hands.

Feeling that my face lost its heat I took a soft breath and forced my strained legs to stand up. I wobbled as I got myself out. Reaching dry, sweet land, I had to control my shock, to prevent my jaw from hitting the floor, as I looked at the kid.

He was an angel. And when I say angel, I don't mean those cheap baby-butt angels you see hanging all around during valentine days, no definitely not, this was the photo-image of what you would find in church glass mural.

He was like the sun, warm yet intimidating.

He looked eight at best. With a mop of platinum blond hair and skin that made mine look pasty pale. His eyes were striking; the color of this garden's sky. They were piercing and calculating, holding none of the childish innocence that it should. Like the cat.

He wore a toga that hung from his right shoulder and ended mid-thigh. The white cloth was held up by a pale olive belt around his waist and around his neck and left ankle, he wore a black chocker.

On his back were silver, cream-like colored wings that doubled his height, while a dim yellow light shone above his head. He was beautiful, but the scowl, which seemed permanent, showed nothing of it.

I could only stare like an idiot as he stalked towards me. I had to force myself to look at his eyes, than the alluring translucent wings on his back. He looked me up and down, in an inspecting manner, critizing me with his eyes. I shifted uncomfortably, and, after what seemed to take forever, made a move to signal me down.

I strangely obliged, Only to have him mercilessly flick my forehead so hard that I fell back on my butt. To say I was shocked was an understatement.

He sat right in front of me and looked me straight into my eyes. He massaged his temples and muttered under his breath. He pointed to my face and signaled towards his eyes

"I hate looking up at people, it hurts my neck. So you'll have to sit….got it". He ordered in absolute.

"uhh..." I shook my head in immediate understandment. It might have been because of the water trauma, or just instinct, But I felt the need to obey.

At my silent agreement, he started digging through the inner confines of his robes. He digged and digged. He stood up and started digging again. It lasted for a while until I started to feel impatient. I looked at the kid and swallowed the knot in my throat. "H-hey, kid"

'…..' He ignored me and I felt my lip twitch. "Hey!"

'….." I glared at the boy. 'Don't ignore me ignorant brat.' I bit my lip in disdain.

I opened my mouth again, but stopped when the boy turned to me sending a 'shut-up-and-do-what-I-say-or-you'll-regret-it' look in my direction and went back to digging.

My anger instantly vanished and I shut my mouth.

Reckless, yes I am, but not stupid. I already died twice, counting the sky fall, there's no need for a third.

I sat crisscross and waited, like the nice civil person I always try to be, for the kid to finish whatever the heck he was doing. The entire time, I couldn't help but stare him down.

I grew bored and turned to the hem of my dress. I started fidgeting from leg to leg. My leg and butt starting to cramp. Gob I hope this Brat would hurry up. Echoed through my head as I played with the end of the dress, distracting myself from the uncomfortable pain.

Then the kid suddenly stopped his actions. 'Finally'. In what I assume was realization, he brought his left hand to his right, then it started glowing.

Soon enough a red skinned book came out of his palm. His palm.

"Found it" He grinned, as he started flipping through it. I on the other hand started etching away and closed my eyes.

'Okay... please tell me he did NOT just do that, Please Do'. I pleaded in my head.

The boy coughed and brought me out of my train of thought. "You have quite the profile, girl" he stated as he sat himself in front of me again.

I looked at him wearily.

"W-what do you mea-" He started up once more.

"Zellena Devon, A.K.A-Demon-Zell " he said in an uncaring tone."-Born 4/1/** in the town called **********.

"How- how did you know tha-" He ignored me and continued listing things from life from my favorite food to my least favorite color.

I started to panic as his information on me started getting...more personal."….O-Okay kid… how the heck di-"I stopped when he looked up at me.

"Girl, stop interrupting, you're being awfully unproductive." He said as giving me a disapproving look.

"W-what?" I asked, mentally slapping myself at the oh-so-smart response.

He sighted and rubbed his forehead; "I don't know about you, but I want to finish this up as quickly as possible, we don't exactly have a lot of time, so would you mind" he finished with a sharp tone. He turned back to the book

I frowned but nodded. " Anyway–Parents: dead." I cringed. No matter how many times the subject was brought up, I couldn't help but cringe at those words. Parents. What foreign words they were to me. "Cause of Death throu-….….…." The boy hesitated. He looked towards me before continuing. "-Through an unavoidable and very understandable event…"

He stopped and his hard eyes wavered, showing sympathetic pity. I sighted. "Stop. I don't need your pity. I've already had more than enough from everyone else." I venomously said, turning to the sky.

His eyes widened. He stared for a while, and then closed his eyes. He coughed and his scowling face was back in place. "I'll refrain from that in the future. Sorry." I turned to the ground finding my feet interesting at the moment. I felt his stare for a few more seconds before he started off again.

" Oldest sibling of Four, died at 18 years on 03/31/** protecting a Lena Creadon." He quirked an eyebrow. "Birthday-April 1st…oh!" he turned towards me "Happy birthday."

"Er...Thanks." I awkwardly thanked the child. He nodded and continued on.

"Has a fear of water due to childhood trauma that was caused by-….wow."

"….Don't say anything" I threatened.

"My, you sound like I've just offended you. I don't know why your so sensitive to this fact about yourself, compare to the rest of your personality your fear of water is by far the most rational?"

"The rest of me is just as normal!"

"By what standard?"

"Mine!"

"I wouldn't put so much faith into that."

"Shut Up!"

"You are scary, demon-Zell."

"Don't call me that. I'm not a demon."

"Be quiet girl, I could care less what you are, I'll call you what I want. I'm the angel and your the pathetic human who died. " he said with a smirk. I glared at him and then looked away.

He went on. "A dedicated anime geek-"he stopped and I cringed. "…..see told you so weirdo."

"J-just go on!"

"Has a weak body and has broken 176 of the bones in her body. Yet strangely enough has a large,demonic-even, amount of strength. Short stamina though... Hmmm- demonic is right just look at these photos." He talked with a praising tone flipping through the pages. "If I hadn't known you were truly human, I could've sworn a demon had done this."

"Your point."

"Not a thing….But, I will say this, you just got scarier in all of my books." He smirked. "Adding the fact I'm an angel and have met true demons, that's really saying something about you girl." He mumbled out. I ignored the unwanted praise.

"And, despite being a delinquent-"

"I'M NOT A DELIQUENT." I protested. He ignored it.

"-She is, by many standards, considered brilliant." He said in awe.

"Hn" Ignoring the reaction and delinquent part, I lifted my head in a snobbish fashion at his words. "….Even though she is abnormally dense….Am I correct?" He asked closing the book. A smirk on his lips.

The snobbiness immediately disappeared. Staring at the pompous kid, I ran my fingers through my hair trying to shake the headache away.

While shocked, and slightly afraid/impressed he knows so much about me, my pride won't accept the blunt insult.

Be it from an angel or not.

"For someone as short as you, I suggest you keep tabs on that mouth. You keep acting so much like a kid, it's hard to believe your an angel and not a grade school kid with a bad Halloween costume." I said with a sneer. His eyebrow twitch at the comment and I couldn't help but smirk.

Hmph-guess angels aren't that perfect, huh shorty? I mentally laughed.

He stared at me and his expression change to a very intimidating one. The urge to run got stronger. "hmn…I guess your as blunt as your bio says, but you shouldn't judge perfection on a small twitch so don't go laughing yet."

"I-I wasn't laughing."

"You sure about that, you shouldn't lie to me girl, it's not the best idea. Oh and please Demon-Zell, refrain yourself from calling me shorty", He said showing distaste. "It's very demeaning."

"I-I…" How did he know what I-...Did I accidently say it out loud? I held my head. All this Weirdness making my headache worse.

"~Nope, he just read your mind Zell~…." A voice ranged behind me. I whirled at the sound and saw nothing but the lake and the cat.

"…who-"

"Down here nya~..." The voice spoke again. I looked down and made eye contact with the cat. "...uhhh-er"

"~nya!"

I kept staring, chills going down my spine. With much weary I gathered my voice. "Y-you can't be…the one who said that r-r-right?" I choked out.I mean a talking c-cat, especially this devil-rat, that's imposs-."

"~Hey I resent that. I'm too cute to be a devil or a disgusting rat~. Besides aren't you more fit for the name devil, Demon-Zell~" The cat interrupted, smirking.

The kid made his way towards us. "You shouldn't be telling our secrets, Kuro." He lightly scolded, holding a more amused tone rather than angry.

"Ehh~ why not~nya? I mean look at her." His tail pointed to me."If I hadn't told her, that puny little brain of her's would've probably shut down at the rate it was going at."

The kid looked at me and then back to the cat, a smile playing on his face "hmm- you're probably right"

"Nya~ aren't I always."

"Don't get so cocky now; you'll probably end up like her."

"Don't even joke like that." The two kept talking back in forth, insulting me mostly, leaving me in the background. I could only stare. "T-the c-cat…..c-cat"

I swallowed the knot in my throat. "HEY!"

The two chattering occupants stopped abruptly. They turned towards me and glared. "What?" They synced

"…"

"Oi- if you're going to interrupt at least say something afterwards." The cat complained, holding a bored stare. I turned to the kid. With a shivering hand I pointed towards the cat.

"T-THE CAT CAN TALK!"The two blinked, and looked at each other. Without much subtlety, they responded back.

"Yeah"

"~Nya~ what of it?"

"….."I staggered. With a sloppy smile on my face I looked towards them. "...I-I see…"

Before they could response, I promptly fainted...again.

Sorry, i was going to send her to the KHR world in this chapter but I saw that it was too big and left it for the next one.

Sorry please review! I hoped you liked it!