OK, first off, sorry for the long time to upload. I know i fail horribly at being an author. But I've been really busy lately with coursework, and exams. And my MS Office just died on me so i have to get a new copy. But enough of my lame excuses... oh yeah, and sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I will try my best to upload as soon as I can... well enjoy chapter 8 :)


Shuichi's eyes fluttered open. A blurred face swam in front of his. His vision focused and he saw the smiling face of a golden angel.

Bright white light stung Shuichi's eyes, streaming in around the face of the angel. The angel looked down upon him, smiling welcomingly. The angel's face was perfect, golden. His voice was melodic and golden too as he spoke Shuichi's name warmly. The angel held Shuichi in a tender embrace. At first Shuichi thought he was dead.

But then the illusion was shattered.

"Shuichi! Thank god!" Came Hiro's voice.

Shuichi looked around puzzled.

"Hiro? What are you doing here?"

"Shuichi, do you not remember what happened?"

Shuichi thought back. He had been in the therapists… but then the pain that had slowly been growing around his chest reminded him of something else.

Memories of pain flashed back to him. Pain, flashing steel, cruel smile, hungry eyes and… something else. Out of reach.

If Hiro was here, then he couldn't be dead. Then why was there an angel here? Shuichi knew he wasn't imagining him. He could feel the warm embrace. A nostalgic warmth from a distant memory.

Shuichi didn't want to leave that embrace. But too soon his angel was pulling away. Shuichi tried to hold onto the angel, but he was weak. As he fell back towards the bed – why was he in a bed? – he desperately tried to reach for the angel. He didn't want to lose him again. Now why would he lose the angel again? Surely he hadn't lost him before. The angel had been with him this whole time. Hadn't he?

Who was the angel? Shuichi didn't know. He only knew he had always been there.

"Shuichi, thank god, thank god. Oh thank god, Shuichi." The angel wept. A weeping angel.

Who are you?

The angel's face was breathtakingly beautiful. Golden hair falling softly around pale white skin, smooth and unblemished. And piercing, golden eyes, intense and filled with happiness.

"Shuichi, talk to me," the angel pleaded.

Who are you?

"Shuichi, do you know where you are? Can you remember what happened?"

Of course I can. How could I forget that? But who are you?

"Shuichi... do you know who I am?" The angel's voice broke.

"No..."

Once again, I will apologise for the shortness. The whole story was leading up to this point and now that I've gotten here, I have no idea of what to do next. Well a vague idea... but suggestions would be welcome :) anyway, please reveiw and I'll try to get the next chapter up soon