Disclaimer: I don't own 07 Ghost.

A/N: I decided not to tell the story chronological cause that'd be plainly said... boring. So right now you're facing quite a huge time leap, but don't worry I'll provide you flashbacks to solve the puzzle ;)

Also I should add that I used the name Eva on purpose. It's the German version of Eve and I used it, so she isn't confused with I-am-Gods-daughter-Eve. Also in the German version of the bible we actually have Adam and Eva, so it isn't actually wrong.

Have fun reading! *leaves muffins and coffee for you*

Sunlight was flooding the room. Quite unusually were the open curtains and windows; letting in a gentle breeze. Even the plants looked somewhat more alive than yesterday. For a second Labrador wondered if this was still Fraus room. "Good morning beautiful prophet," Ayanami said in his monotone low voice.

The priests body stiffened immediately at those words. "Good morning," a thin smile adorned his face, accompanying his required politeness.

"You look surprised..." Labrador didn't answer him, instead he quietly looked after his cherished plants. Surprisingly they had already been taken care of. The chief of staff smirked, as he silently watched his fragment. As this was his golden cage he had decided to make it somewhat cosy for himself. This also included taking care of the plants and the masses of paperwork on the desk, which was usually empty.

Softly the young bishop knocked at the coffin. It was followed by a thud and some inarticulate noises. And without any further words Labrador left the room, leaving his colleague and the awkward visitor to themselves. As the door fell shut, the coffin was opened by hitting the lid. Surprisingly it didn't brake, just flew open and now there was something the chief of staff usually would consider a zombie. Though he knew the blond was anything but that. Slowly creeping out into daylight it seemed like he was learning to walk all over again. His hair was a mess and his clothes were half torn off, which made him look no different from yesterday, right before he almost fell asleep right on top of him.

Frau seemed to remember that too, because when his eyes met the amethyst's of his guest he slightly blushed. But even that seemed to go unnoticed due to his narcolepsy.

Strictly speaking he did notice, only he was too tired to care for hiding it.

Scuffling towards his bathroom as effectively as possible, it escaped his notice that Ayanami was eyeing him carefully, wondering if this was still his hated enemy or just a ridiculous copy of what used to be his enemy. Surprisingly a shower and some new clothes could turn Frau into something almost human like. Incoherent words slipped his lips. "What?"

"Said, if you wanna have breakfast, don't starve yourself, but I won't go – so don't abuse your privilege..." his words suddenly lost themselves, as he found the masses of paper on his desk. "What is that?"

"Paperwork."

"I can see that. Now why is it here?"

"Ceasefire doesn't mean my duties have vanished." The blonde grumbled as a response and sat down on his bed, ruffling his hair.

The once passionate kissing had become somewhat... Ayanami couldn't help it but calling the bishops attempts lame. Bothered by that he broke the kissing and eyed him closely. A few days ago Fraus eyes had looked bloodshot from insomnia and anxiety. Now they still were, but they were also half closed. Light-headed from the sudden return of his narcolepsy he wolfishly grinned at Ayanami. "Are you sure, you're okay?", he was asked.

"Less bothering, more remembering!" Frau demanded in his dazed condition. Then he pulled the pale man into another kiss. Moments passed. Lips moved against lips. Muscles grew heavy. Tongue caressing tongue. Sighs. Two strong arms pinning him onto the bed. Swift hands were opening his heavy coat. Bones that suddenly felt way to heavy too. Way too late Frau realised it was his narcolepsy saying hello again as he broke the kiss and intended to plant them on Ayanamis pale neck, but instead his head rested on his shoulder and his eyes fell shut. A tight grip pulling his hair forced him back into reality to fulfil his plan. As he did so, the pulling became fondling.

"Your tired."

"I'm not."

"You're burying me."

"Don't tell me you suddenly mind...", he mumbled, followed by incoherent stuff. This time his head rested on his chest. From far away he was noticing Ayanamis heart beat and wondering why this death god wasn't as cold and heartbeatless as him.

A few more attempts to keep it going were made by the blond, until it seemed like he had fallen asleep on Ayanamis lap. "Just great... So much for remembering!" A soft growl escaped his lips. "Eh, wake up sleepyhead!" Pulling his hair did work a second time he found out and somehow he managed to conduct Frau into his coffin.

If said was actually awake or just a narcoleptic zombie didn't matter to him.

"I'll get us some tea", with these words the blond suddenly broke the awkward silence. Both were terrible caretakers, when it came to their health and even though, one would sometimes start to force the other to eat properly, in the end they would wind up at their starting point having nothing accomplished. In the doorway Frau paused. "I won't give you orders, feel free to walk around the church grounds as you wish and do whatever you might like – of course within the laws of the church and the people living here – still, your presence is only tolerated cause of me...", the priest looked over is shoulder at the chief of staff. "Notice that if you abuse this privilege you will have to bear the consequences."

Ceasefire. Ever since his enemy had first spoken the word it had been whispering in his brain. Of course Ayanami knew the terms and conditions which provided him a save stay at this place.

They were stairing at him. Never before he had cared for that. Right now though... Their eyes were piercing him, making him feel uncomfortable in his skin. Whispers were reaching his ears, but he couldn't understand the words. In fact he didn't want to understand the few times, he was near enough. When he eyes met Teitos for a moment he saw disbelief mixing with anger and even though he knew he wasn't wholeheartedly he tried to look sorry.

Hakuren didn't look at all.

The sisters avoided his eyes too.

The blond man knew no one appreciated it he had brought the chief of staff along. Unfortunately this was a church. Unfortunately there was their ceasefire. Unfortunately things had changed.

Silently sipping tea Ayanami sat at Fraus desk, while said man was leaning against a wall across from him. The silver haired had been facing the wall for a while, before he turned around to his new … room mate wasn't quite the word. They were more like fellow sufferers. Also this wasn't his room at all.

"Castor and Lab weren't in the dining room..." Again it was for Frau to break the silence.

"So?"

"They'll be waiting in the garden for us to show up."

"Then why do we let them wait?"

"You know why." Yeah, Ayanmi knew why. He knew why the blond hesitated. "We can't tell 'em", he mumbled.

"Nonetheless we have to," Ayanami sipped his tea. The cup was almost too hot to hold, but he didn't really care. "Maybe we could leave this delicate details out."

"They will ask."

"Maybe, but that doesn't matter." A small smirk had adorned the beautiful face.

"And?" Frau asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Because there is nothing for them to know, right now we both know little to nothing – even if we combine our knowledge, we have to face the fact that we don't know the whole truth. Maybe it went wrong and we do have reasons to hate each other."

The bishop didn't answer. He wasn't sure anymore if he actually did hate him. He wasn't sure about anything, but the fact that this was important and that it turned deep-rooted evadable truths up side down for both of them and everyone involved.

Sunlight was flooding the garden, drowning the terrace with its warm light and even though it was in the deep of winter Labradors green fingers made the plants grow indifferent of time and date. Ayanami was, to say the least a tiny bit impressed by that as he entered the garden together with Frau. His appearance was as indifferent as the gardens as he still wore his uniform, even though there had been a lame attempt to offer him other clothes.

Even though they tried to look calm, sitting there and chatting, the blond bishop did know of their tensed bodies and braced muscles under their unshapely bishops clothes. He felt their glances piercing them, just like everyone else's. Their eyes inherited the same look as Teitos did, only watching for the slightest mistake to make accusations and ban the silver haired man from their beloved realm. All this was just for Frau who had for once in his life begged them.

Quietly they seated themselves across from Castor and Labrador. Each pair of eyes was eyeing their opposite closely, then checking that his neighbour did the same with a quick glance. "You said there was something important we needed to discuss, Frau", Castor finally broke the silence while adjusting his glasses with his middle and index finger. "It has something to do with his presence I suggest", he gave Ayanami a quick glance. The chief of staff was currently eyeing the flowers around them. "And I'd recommend you an explanation."

Without caring for the looks they gave him Frau lit a cigarette. "I will explain...", he slowly said after inhaling the blue smoke several times. "We both will, cause none of us knows the whole story yet, so there might be some gaps and unanswered questions."

"Did you know why I was given the ability to speak with flowers?", Ayanami said, his eyes resting on a yellow flower he had picked off, now cupped by his hand. As no answer came he kept on talking and slowly raising his gaze. "For one there was a special kind growing in my garden which was easing the pain from death and for another I fathered seven gardeners, just like Adam fathered Eva."

A sigh escaped the blondes lips as he cupped his chin with his hand. "Once upon or time or so...", he mumbled almost inaudibly. "I don't have to tell you the story of Adam and Eva, nor do I have to tell you about the garden of Eden cause you already know...", he stated the present knowledge of his colleagues.

"I was created even before they left paradise and out of the same matter there were created seven fragments of me – you."

"He gave us all knowledge needed and all he had. Though just like Verlorens powers his knowledge was split up among us. We were all experts, but never on the same thing. One could say we were programmed to be a collective, ready to fill in, whenever – for reasons unimportant – Verloren wasn't available. Somehow we still evolved to be individuals...", the blond bishops eyes rested on the cigarette between his fingers, before he took another pull on it. Blue fumes escaped his lips. "But Eden was a golden cage to us. We couldn't get out, though some of us tried."

"Zehel had been one of them. We haven't figured out yet how it worked, though we can say for sure the garden of Eden was surrounded by mists and once you were inside the garden there was no way to get out on your own. As I didn't know of your existence it hadn't been Gods intention for me to find the garden, but I managed to find the barrier even though. Fortunately for you, whenever I was wandering around the mists I was drawing the ones who had entered the mists from your side to me. That's how I got to meet some of you, though Zehel was the only one I got out." Curiously Ayanami eyed the still sceptical glimmer in the chestnut haired bishop. "As for the information you–"

"Quit it!", Frau warned him though not as sharp-tongued and harsh as he intended to. He sighed. "What we're about to tell you sounds weird even to us, still it's way to important to keep to ourselves. And this is also why he has to stay – at least for some time – so we can fill in the gaps of our lost memory. Being around one another is enough to trigger 'em", the last words were mumbled between lips and cigarette.

"Unfortunately I have to blow up your pretty little card house. I didn't kill Eve, cause it seems I was with this jerk", a sardonic smirk adorned his face.

"Didn't I tell you to quit it?"

"You weren't going to tell them anyway." The truth in those words hit him more than he was showing. Yes, Frau wasn't comfortable with this fact.

"Until now there hasn't been proof of something else, though I was lying low, when the news that Eve had died... was killed... whatever had happened to her – I still was with him and I had been with him the whole time before." Fraus words were followed by silence.

"Frau do you really want us to believe that?", Labradors soft voice was shooing the silence away. "I don't wish to imply you're lying though...", he hesitated. "It's just..."

"There are more than a few serious reasons why Verloren shouldn't be trusted."

"He had a point there too...", Ayanami quietly added. "Also I don't want an absolution from you for what happened here on earth, for what former reincarnations did. I am only saying that I didn't kill Eve as it seems and ergo was punished a sin I did never commit. The only reason why I came to the conclusion it might be helpful to accept the ceasefire is because I can't tell how much truth lies in this memory pieces either. As Zehel remembers about that too there has to be something true about it–"

"And we are still to find out what truth, yet."

Sharp brown hazelnut eyes cut little holes into the silver haired man's uniform and body. "Well then it seems we have to put up with your company, but notice none of us is doing that for you. This is a sanctuary, so we're kind of forced to let you stay if you think you need to."

"I have already contacted my staff, they will stay with me here as long as I will", Ayanami said placing the flower in the middle of the table. "But don't mind them, I will instruct them to behave as long as we're here. None of them will interfere with your affairs as long as you won't interfere with ours. I hope you understand this is nothing I do out of courtesy."

"Of course", the light haired answered with his casual hyper friendly smile. "Did you think we were providing you anything out of courtesy?"

Another smirk adorned their enemies face. "Of course not."