Disclaimer: I do not own Darker than Black or any of its characters

A/N: This chapter is so short... Sorry. I do have chapter 12 in my documents, though.

Chapter 11:

"What are you doing here?" November asked, obviously wishing he was somewhere else. "Don't you have more important things to do?"

"What's more important than watching over you?" asked the angel.

"Gee, I don't know," November said sarcastically, "maybe the less fortunate, the criminals, the victims, world hunger, global warming, I'm pretty sure I can enumerate some more if you ask me to."

"True," admitted the angel, "those things are more important than you but God told me to keep an eye on you and God is more important than all of those other things so here I am."

November glared at the angel. If there is anything he hates more than talking with Gabriel, it's losing an argument with Gabriel. The man truly is a smart one. Way smarter than he will ever be, at least. It's as if God gave those winged creatures knowledge that no human being, dead or living, can ever compare to. He decided to sit on the chair Saito was sitting on earlier. The angel stayed beside him, standing like a soldier, guarding the poor and shattered soul that is Jack Simon.

"Isn't the cold shoulder working yet?" asked November, "Am I not making it clear that I do not want you here?"

Gabriel sighed and sat on a nearby chair.

"It's crystal clear, Jack," replied the angel, "but I am supposed to be here right now. I'm supposed to be reminding you right now."

"Seeing that you just made me remember why I'm here," said November, "you can leave anytime now."

"Jack," the angel called, "you have to face this like a man."

"I'm doing that," November said, frustrated, "weren't you watching me earlier? I was there, working, helping Saito get the girl, my princess on a white horse."

"Jack---"

"I thought you were watching over me. How could you not see that I am working? You can't just come flying down from heaven to annoy me, Gabe, that's just not the way it's supposed to go. You're not supposed to remind me of the things that I am already reminded of."

The two spirits said nothing more, and an uncomfortable silence started to build itself, forming a wall between the two. November looked at Gabriel who only sighed and shook his head.

"I guess you're not very happy to see me, huh, Jack?" the angel suddenly said.

"Would it offend you if I say I'm not?" asked Jack. "After all, I'd be lying if I say I'm thrilled."

Gabriel chuckled at what November said. "No, it wouldn't offend me at all," he said, "but it would be offending if you told me you are thrilled when it is rather obvious that you are not."

"Tell me," said November. "When did God figure that Saito and Misaki would make a good pair?"

"God had everything planned from the beginning," Gabriel said. "They are to be together even before they were born."

"You've got to be kidding."

Gabriel shook his head. He looked at the blond man and smiled, seeing a hint of hurt on his face.

"That's just how it goes," said Gabriel, "I do not know if Misaki is taken from Saito's rib, Jack, but if she is then they will end up together."

"That is figurative, right?" asked November.

"Honestly, I do not know," said Gabriel. "That's what God told us when we asked him about finding a mate. I don't know if he meant it literally or figuratively."

"So, going back to the topic, you're not sure if Misaki and Saito will actually end up together?"

"I know nothing. I mean, there is a possibility that God only wants them to be together for a short period of time, you know, before they find the ones they're supposed to be with but it's also possible that they are supposed to be together."

He looked at November's changing expression, from pain to something he couldn't read. Then he continued talking.

"Anyway, regardless of the result, this is part of God's plan. You should be honored that he is using you as an instrument in fulfilling his plan."

"Is that your way of cheering me up, Gabriel?" asked November.

"I don't know," he replied, "you're the only one who can answer that. If you feel a little better then yes, it is a way to cheer you up."

"And what if it didn't?" asked November.

"Then that is your problem," said the angel. "I can only do so much."

November stood from where he is sitting and started to walk around, a sign that he is thinking. The angel followed his movements with his eyes, awaiting November's idea to come out of his mouth. Patiently, the angel watched as November walked back and forth.

"You know," November finally said, "I am capable of ruining this."

"But will you ruin it?" asked the angel.

"Are you challenging me?"

"I am merely asking," answered the angel.

November smirked and nodded. "Maybe I will."

"What good will you gain from it?" the angel asked.

"I do not know," said November, "I guess we're just gonna have to find out."

"You cannot do that."

"What makes you say that?"

"You're a contractor, you make practical decisions"

November smirked, "Oh contraire, I am but a spirit now, I have lost my contractor tendencies."

"But will you do it?" he asked once again.

November sighed and gave the worrying angel a smile, "I am not a fool, Gabriel. I will gain nothing if I ruin things for Saito. I will not gain Misaki's love, and more than likely, everything else will be destroyed if I do such a horrible thing."

Gabriel heaved a sigh of relief. "That is a wise choice, my friend."

"I always make wise choices," replied November.

"Yes, of course you do," said the angel. "It was a wise choice to use that pathetic line for the fourth verse."

November glared at the smirking angel. He wanted to put the damn spear back into his buttocks but he knew he'd get into more trouble if that happens.

"Shut up before I stick a knife into your forehead," said November.

Not wanting to see that happen, the angel disappeared, leaving November alone once again.