Chapter Three:
Mimi wo samui say good-night—Mr. Goddess
Makura nurashite say good-morning—Mr. Goddess
Nee kamisama, boku no ouchi wa doko desu ka?
I now realize that my greatest mistake was not loving Michael like he had loved me.
He was my brother, where my twin was the one I truly loved.
Was I honestly so stupid as to think Lucifer was even capable of love?
Yes, I thought, playing with the severe-looking Army knife I held.
"Hey, Naoya, what's taking Kiriko so long?" I shouted.
"Beats me. You know Kiriko." He was busy taking apart a radio.
I'd always thought he looked somewhat like a cross between Gackt and Miyavi; he was undeniably cute, but my love was for someone who I could never be with because I trampled my gift when I had it.
That caused me to smile. I really was a human, through and through.
"What's so funny?" Demitri asked, toweling his dark hair as he stepped into the room.
"Just thinking about how funny you look with that stupid haircut," I lied.
"I could say the same for you," he replied.
"My hair's not stupid. I just don't like to cut it."
"It's below your waist. Don't you think that's a little long?" he asked.
"Girls are supposed to have long hair. Guys are supposed to have short hair. Go cut yours."
"My hair looks just fine the way it is."
"Will you both shut up?" Naoya asked calmly. "I'm trying to figure out exactly why this radio won't work."
Because they don't want it to,I thought miserably.
They being the possessed.
Living as a human for so long has taught me something that I had never known—never needed to know—when I was an angel.
Fear.
A long time ago, "fear" wasn't even a word in my vocabulary.
It wasn't something I thought about, though I knew the humans had reason to fear. They could die.
I looked over at Eli and Jeep, the newcomers of the group.
Eli could die.
That couldn't happen. He was the Messiah. Messiahs can't save the world if they can't save themselves.
But then, that's what Jeep's for, I realized.
Jeep's there to chase away anything that Eli fears. He's the Protector. He loved Eli like a son, and he was determined to protect him.
Like Michael had been for me.
Michael isn't here, I thought. Michael can't chase away my fears.
Because Michael is my fear.
And that is why, when the wall exploded and a huge cross-shaped hole appeared, more than enough for a man—or angel—to walk through, I drew my guns along with everyone else.
I was afraid. With good reason.
A tall, winged man stepped through the opening in the brick wall, a large sword at his side as he looked around the room.
"Michael?" Jeep finally said.
NOTE: I know, again, incredibly short. I'm sorry.
And the lyrics (as usual) don't belong to me. They belong to Miyavi (Song: "Papa Mama").
By the way, no, I'm nowhere NEAR finished. You'll know when this is over.