Hah, yeah. It's funny how life catches up with people *sweatdrop*. Sorry for taking so long to update this. In short, Marching Band+Karate+School=No updates for a long time...
But yeah. I'm finnaly posting a chapter (half a chapter? It's more a filler than anything...) Enjoy it. I don't know when the next one will be coming.
Disclaimer: I don't own 07-Ghost. Really.
The day had dawned dark, oppressive clouds hanging close to the ground. While it was not truly raining over the Barsburg Church, a fine drizzle easily soaked through the clothes of those outside the grand cathedral.
It was dry in the greenhouses as well, the great glass domes deflecting the cold water from their precious plants. It was silent save for the light pattering sound the droplets of water caused, and this proved to be a great point of distress for the greenhouses' only occupant.
Castor, normally so calm and composed, paced agitatedly back and forth through the rows of flowers, seeking the sound of a faint humming or the rustle of clothes of one particular gardener. Having only just returned from a mission in the Third and Fourth Districts, he was still dressed in his casual wear. Not believing the tale Frau had told him, Castor hadn't even stopped by his rooms in his mad search for his violet-haired companion.
What a shock it had been for the red-haired Ghost, to come home only to be told that his friend and companion, the Ghost Profe, had been taken from under their noses. What Frau had told him couldn't have been true. Frau wouldn't have been so careless to have left the small bishop on his own in a notoriously dark area of town, and Labrador would have fought to the death before letting himself be taken against his will.
At least, that was what Castor had though. After searching the through whole church, high and low, he had seen no sign of Labrador. Perhaps... but no. It simply couldn't have been possible.
Frau approached Castor slowly, bearing the look of one who had recently been told of a death among his friends. The redhaired bishop turned to face him slowly, a lost look on his face.
"He just... disappeared? He lost you in the streets and vanished?"
"Yeah. When I saw that he wasn't behind me I went back, but I couldn't find a trace of him. Not a hair, not a footprint, nothing. I looked for a few days, but there was nothing to be found. So I just, y'know, came back. Decided waiting for you would be the best option. Two people searching is better than one, right?"
Castor was silent, contemplative. There was so much to think on...
"Yes. Let's just hope nothing bad happens before we find him."
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