...Part 21: Takumi Hikari...
I watched him go, looking him over almost worriedly. I had seen Mitsukai punch that gargoyle; had seen it crumble beneath the impact of his fist. He was certainly not as ordinary as we had first thought. Mitsukai may have gotten some of Krad's powers after all. But as much as that should alarm me – and despite his temper – I couldn't contemplate him hurting anyone. And an intriguing thought was caught in my mind, ruling above all else:
Would the Angel have wings?
Without gel spiking it up, Mitsukai's short hair drifted around in the indecisive breeze. I watched the beautiful gold wisps until he disappeared from sight.
I don't know what you're so worried about, Mitsukai.
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I think this chapter broke the record for the shortest one of both my stories. I don't really know what the point of this one is – it was almost only one paragraph until I decided I needed to make it at least a little longer – but there you have it anyway.