Alright. As promised the stranger is revealed. It took abit more research than usual (as will a chapter or two down the road), but it was worth it. I'm quite proud of this character actually. I don't think I could draw this one though. The eye possible. This, I don't know.

xSTICKYxNOTEx: I'm glad you finally updated Lavendar Love Letters so I expect you will continue to do so? (raises eyebrow) And you are much too kind in your praise. I've had an idea about the eye. I'll probably scan it and use it as my avatar. Then anyone can see it at my profile. How about that?

Disclaimer: Murder Target - Tomoko Hayakawa. Why - To gain control of Wallflower


Samael straightened and withdrew his proffered hand. Alone on the street once again, he slowly released his human visage.

His black hair grew long and thickened, secreting poisonous oils at the same time. They grew mane like, draping well past his shoulder blades. But that didn't matter for his legs melded together and lengthened, bringing his total length to well over 20 feet. His fingers seemed to grow longer and thinner, sharpening into wicked talons that clicked open and shut reflexively. His human clothes had melted back into his scales and 6 pairs of wings slowly unfurled and stretched out of his back. His roughly handsome human façade molded itself into a more feline, feral look as the king of the jungle's head replaced where the human head had been.¹

The only thing that Innay would have recognized, and was enough if you asked her, were his eyes, which remained their cold, hard blue.

A hard thrust of the tail and a violent flap of his wings and he was in the air. No bird could have flown truer or smoother. He glided effortlessly over the sleepy town. He did not fear being seen, for who would want to believe that they had seen a monster flying overhead? They'd put it down to a curious bird. Besides, happenings in comics were predictable and obvious. Samael smiled to himself in satisfaction. Pulling his wings in sharply, he angled up and flew perpendicular to the ground, gathering speed as he neared the limit of the imagined realm.

He'd visit Innay another time. The girl really was starting to use her new, 'abilities'. But she would soon come to learn the price of using them. He smiled his little smile again and exited the realm in a rush of scales.

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Yuki peeked timidly into the guest room. Even though it was already 1 in the morning, he couldn't sleep with the thought of a dead body being in the same house as he. Besides, school was out, what did it matter.

"She's not dead silly!" Yuki told himself, mentally hitting his head. "She's just sleeping very deeply."

Thus self assured, he approached the bed as quietly as possible. He bore with him a tray of food, in case she awoke and questioned why he was there. His mind raced back to the battle discussion the 4 guys of the house had had earlier after Takenaga and Kyohei arrived home.

"The first thing she did when she saw Takenaga was scream! Can you believe that?" Kyohei had laughingly reported. Takenaga merely took a sip of his tea. "Then then then! She kicked him cause he was stupid enough to reach for her legs and jumped out the 5th storey window!" Kyohei drowned himself in his own laughter. The others were silent.

Takenaga set his tea cup down on the table, loudly. "That is not the issue. First, we need to explain to the doctor what happened. Then, we need to talk to her when she awakens. This is so far, worst than any other situations Sunako has caused."

Said girl was still sleeping when the boys had arrived home, so it was to a blubbering Yuki and stammering Ranmaru that Takenaga came home to. The first clear sentence extracted from the small blond was:

"She killed her! She killed her and is keeping the body! What are we gonna do about the dead body?"

It had taken them over half an hour to calm Yuki down, get Ranmaru to relate what had happened and then, they had checked in on the mysterious girl. She was dead to world surely, but very much alive and breathing as they found out from the mirror test.²

Thereafter the boys had returned to the living room where Kyohei had given the general gist of what had occurred at the hospital.

Takenaga turned to Kyohei who was grinning like a fool. "Earlier you said that 'She flew'. Who flew?"

"It was her. The girl. She was running and running, then, her feet left the ground, but she was still running. She was running on air! She was flying!" Kyohei sat up and gestured with his arms excitedly.

All 3 of them watched Kyohei doubtfully, wondering if something had snapped. Perhaps sensing this, Kyohei pouted and retorted: "Ask Sunako when she wakes up if you don't believe me. She saw it too!"

As the resident chef was currently snoozing in bed, they had elected to order take out, rather than suffer through someone's (namely Yuki's) disastrous cooking. Sunako's share was cling-wrapped and chilling in the fridge so that she'd have something if she woke hungry. Yuki was carrying the stranger's share, perhaps with the intention to use it as a shield if the dead girl resurrected and decided to drag him to hell with her.

"She's not dead! She's not dead! She's not dead!" Chanting that line like a talisman, Yuki reached the bedside.

She was lying on her back, with her shoulder length black hair splayed out, a dark frame against the stark white pillowcase. A deep frown played across her forehead and her lips were pursed. "Is she having a bad dream?" Yuki hazard. She didn't look as scary as a dead body would, rather, she looked troubled, tired, scared and vulnerable. She shifted in her sleep, appearing to try to raise her hand, which was hidden under the heavy quilt. Yuki quickly set down the package on a nearby chair and felt her forehead. It was cold and damp. Reaching into his pocket for a tissue, she mumbled something.

Pausing in the action, Yuki leaned in closer. "What did you say?" He whispered.

"Sam… Sam… el…"

"What?" He leaned in closer.

But she had lapsed back into troubled sleep. Samuel? Samel? Camel? Was that an English name? Maybe it was someone she cared for. Boy, was this room cold. Yuki made his way to the cupboard and removed more blankets from the top shelf. Can't have their guest freezing.

Guest. Freezing.

Yuki stopped midway to the bed. She seemed more alive to him now that he had heard her speak. Suddenly Yuki felt much better and he fussed over the patient before picking up the tray of food and leaving the room.

Innay continued to frown.

¹Author's Note: Samael is supposed to be the 'Angel of Death', well, something like that. I picture him simply as a powerful evil/benign being, contradictory and oxymoronic, but suitable for my story. For his appearance, I mixed together all the descriptions of him I could find. That of a lion-faced serpent with 12 wings. Way gross if you ask me. Do wikipedia the name if it interests you. I might try to find an image of him, or create one myself otherwise.

²Author's Note: The mirror test is to hold a mirror up close to the nose. When a person is breathing, the mirror will fog up. Proof of breath, no matter how shallow.


I hope I kept them in character enough. I'm trying to give all the boys some time in the limelight. Whadaya think? (grins like a fool)

I write to vent, do I really need to continue this?