This is a filler chapter. It doesn't have much effect on the storyline, but I received a request to insert a personal character, so this one is for her.

Shout out to misa241098-!

Enjoy my little half-chapter. ;)


"I always needed time on my own.. I never thought I'd.. need you there when I cry..."

There was music, as they passed the concert after Wataru had come back..

"And the days feel like years, when I'm alone.."

Music that shouldn't have been there..

"And the bed where you lie.. Is made up on your side..."

Natasha held her little brother's hand tightly, staring at the throngs of people and the large, vibrating speakers. Wataru looked up at her curiously, his eyebrows furrowed at the unfamiliar language.

"When you walk away, I count the steps that you take-"

Natasha was guiding Wataru through the crowd without a second thought.

Avril Lavigne didn't exist in this world..

She'd searched countless websites and music productions.. but there was no Avril Lavigne..

There were a lot of things that existed in her world but didn't, here..

"Do you see how much I need you, right now-?!"

Natasha was holding Wataru in her arms now, the rabbit ears of the giant stuffy slapping the side of her face as she finally broke into an open clearing just in front of the stage, about eight rows out. She let Wataru down to stand on his own, the little boy trying to ask his sister hat was wrong above the music. Seeing her intense focus, however, gave him pause, and he merely cuddled into her unresponsive side, closing his eyes as the beat rumbled through the ground below them and cut through the air in a bittersweet melody...

"When you're go-one-! The pieces of my heart are missing you-!

When you're go-one-! the face I came to know, is missing, too-!

When you're gone-! The words. I need. To hear.

To always get me through the day..

An make it okay.. I miss you..."

Natasha stared blankly at the familiar face in front o her.. trying to pin where she'd seen her..

Her last life.. This woman was never involved with her- she would remember that overwhelming energy.. But then again...

The black cardigan, small, shining white threads sewn into roses for the design.. Sleek, dragon-patterned tights, embossed to shine when the light hit them at the right angle.. Thin rimmed glasses and glossy black hair..

the glasses prevented her from seeing the color but..

She had a gut-feeling that they were amber..

"Maisha..?" she murmured, eyebrows furrowing slowly as she wound an arm around Wataru almost instinctively, her fingers trailing through his salmon toned hair as she listened to the English lyrics. Despite being a foreign language, the majority of the crowd was swaying or humming along to the melody.

Avril Lavigne doesn't exist here..

the sound came to a close, and the crowd burst in applause, Natasha following through almost robotically as she stared at the illuminated woman onstage. Wataru was clapping up a storm, so it was him who brought her back to earth to recognize another song..

"You're the light, you're the night- you're the color of my blood.."

Her voice was sweet, with just enough rasp to show that she was older..

Had she not had the exact same energy as the Maisha from her school, Natasha almost wouldn't have recognized her.

What she wanted to know was-

How the hell did she get her hands on an Ellie Goulding song when she doesn't exist-?!

"You're the cure, you're the pain.. You're the only thing I wanna touch..."

Natasha had immediately covered Wataru's ears, her face flaming as she stared at the stage, oblivious to her brother's whining complaints and adorable pouts as she focused intently on the sneaker-wearing teen skipping around the stage like a pro..

Hadn't she said something at the café about wanting to be a professional singer..?

She didn't remove her hands when Teenage Dream had come on, her face heating up to an even more melting red as Wataru sulked in her arms. She was having a hard time not crushing the poor boy to her chest to hide him from Maisha's spot-on Katy-Perry...

Cascada's Bad Boy came on, and she finally released Wataru's ears, holding both of his hands gently as they hopped in place to the beat with the rest of the crowd.

She just had to figure out how to corner the girl without causing a scene..

Finally as Brave New Girl by Britney spears - another 'fictional' artist - came to an end, the crowd that was fired up began moving to trickle out of the concert area. They had screamed, maybe not as much for Futo, since he was a young male idol, but it was fairly impressive.

Without thinking about the consequences, though taking Wataru's safety into account, she pulled her brother's hand carefully through the crowd, making sure he as well protected as they reached the stage, and, eventually, the back entrance. There was no guard there, despite being the entrance to an idol's whereabouts. Then again, Futo most likely already left. He didn't make it a habit of staying long after shows. He relished in attention, but being mobbed sort of crossed the line..

"Miss Nene- if you would please stop for just a moment- we still have to discuss your-"

"I have no interest in staying any longer than I have to. I agreed o sing for you because I had an agenda- I didn't do it to be scouted. Now buzz off."

Natasha stepped completely in front of Wataru out of instinct as a bright, jolting flare burst from the door. However, Wataru looked confused, if only a little startled by her advance. Did he.. not see that-?

"There you are, I was wondering when you'd poke your nose around again, though the show didn't give us much that happened after the concert-"

A hand covered Maisha's mouth immediately, and Natasha shot the woman a strict glare, darting her eyes to her stunned brother before zeroing back in on the, now confirmed, angel.

"Let's talk somewhere quietly, yeah?" Natasha asked softly, gently easing her hand away while the "teen" shrugged, rolling her shoulders and folding her arms behind her head, grinning with a sort of smug, pleased smirk, "I was right.."

"Let's go, Wataru-chan," Natasha turned her eyes gently to her brother, holding out a hand as he stepped forward, and taking hi into her own, bending down to peck at his hair, "how about I get you some fizzy water for your stomach.. It'll help you feel better." "Thank you, Onee-chan~!" Wataru giggled, giving his sister a tight hug before tilting his head toward the lady who had been on stage, now dressed with a hoodie and a burlap knapsack over her shoulder, "Ano.. Who is she, Onee-chan..?"

"Call me Nene, kid," Maisha grinned, showing off her teeth, set apart from fair skin, and her now close-up, yellow-green eyes blazing with familiarity, amusement, and warmth, "And your sister can call me that, too."

"Is that so," Natasha's voice was cool, but her displeasure was clear in her aura, the worried blue fragments around the golden hue flickering wildly with every step she took towards them. She unconsciously centered herself between the two, making a warning claim towards the woman with her eyes, before jerking her head toward the festival, "It's pretty loud out there tonight.. maybe we should go get that drink." We'll talk while he's safely busy, went unsaid.

They walked peacefully for a few minutes, Maisha -Nene, Natasha reminded herself- asking about all the stuffies, giving the rabbit a mirthful, knowing look, then giving Natasha an exasperated, amused one, "Let me guess," the elder angel asked her quietly, while Wataru was given money to purchase a fizzling water just fifteen feet away in clear view. "Is that for the doctor..?"

"If Wataru decides that- he won it."

Nene gave her a deadpanned stare, and Natasha merely grinned in response, leaning back to rest her hips n the wooden fence line, "The game was rigged.. so I.. may have charmed the rings he threw..?" There was a moment of processing silence, then-

"You are such a wonderful little devil, I have no words," she was abruptly pulled into a hug, and Natasha choked on air, reaching out her arms wildly for purchase, though she was still being suffocated into her "classmates" scarily developed chest, "I need oxygen-!"

"Oh right, still some human in you.." Nene murmured thoughtfully as she drew back, the pleased flush on her face fading with her grin as she looked more thoughtful, almost to a broody degree. "Speaking of, we need to talk about that.. You're not exactly Ema.."

"Don't remind me," Natasha inserted calmly, taking deep, calming breaths. Nene watched her for a moment, amber orbs trailing between the silverette and the salmon haired child.

"You really care about them.." she spoke after a few moments, her words soft and sympathetic as she turned to look up at the glittering sky, using her arms as leverage to lean back further, "My name's Nenekirimaru.. It's a pleasure to officially meet you, Natasha." "Nenekirimaru... isn't that from Nurarihyon no Mago..?"

"I'm one of Katana's descendants," she boasted quickly, her eyes lighting up as she leaned closer to Natasha's face, practically glowing, though her aura literally did so, "Biggest stick-up his ass angel after the great Arrow himself.. But he's the sweetest man up there when you get on his good side.."

"Are you on his good side?" Natasha chuckled a little at her startled, then bashful expression. "Not yet," she shrugged playfully, punching the girl's shoulder in jest, "I'm undecided, as of now, sort of.. word on the cloud is that so are you.." she adopted a serious expression, though the teen's eyes remained locked on her brother as he waited in line, "I have a plan, there are a few things I need to do in a couple places.. sightseeing, you know, before I get tied down with an agenda, but you.." she trailed off then, and Natasha hardly peeked at her before returning to her watching.

"You don't even have a plan. I'm eventually- eventually, going to climb that set of stairs and register at that gate, but for now, I want to live life for me for a while."

"I'm not going to be a pawn, Maisha," Natasha murmured, referring to the name she was given before giving her a hard look, her jaw set and her eyes blazing in warning. "I'm not stupid. I know how those things work, and what I didn't understand; I asked. Bao and Arrow explained everything that I could possibly-"

"Woah-woah-woah-! Hold the phone-! When did you and Sparky McSexy get acquainted-?!"

"Pardon-?" Natasha deadpanned, giving her most serious glare to the woman when she practically started sparkling.

"Is his hair really as dark as a midnight shadow-? Are his eyes the color of blood-soaked rubies-? DOES HE SMELL LIKE THE WOODSMOKE OF THE UNDERWORLD-?! TELL ME WOMAN- I NEED TO KNOW-!"

Partly through her abrupt jumping, and vigorous shaking, of Natasha's person, she had switched to English, and a few carnival stragglers were watching them with curious, stunned expressions. Gathering her bearings as best she could, Natasha reached a hand out, pressing her palm over the woman's shoulder and sending a sharp spike of her energy.

Her assaulter halted almost immediately, and gave her a slight, flush-faced grin, "So-rry~! It's just- he's the biggest, most mouth-watering angel out there-! He's so cut off and serious- as far as I can tell he hasn't even done anything with the other angels- it's actually pretty surprising he sticks around anyplace more than a few months, because usually boredom sets in with the whole existential dread thing-"

"-I know, Nene-chan~! I absolutely loved your music~!" Natasha loudly interrupted her, snatching her hands that had been outlining an imaginary rendition of either a butt or a set of shoulders. Holding them with her own with a strangled, but bright grin, her eyes narrowing death at the woman who immediately shut her mouth with a tiny gulp.

"Onee-chan~!"

Natasha had two seconds before she had weight knocking into her side, looking down at the bright eyes of her bother with a sweet, genuine smile as she pet his hair.

"did you get the drink?" she asked quickly, concern in her eyes as she searched his hands. Seeing the bright blue cup, she sighed gently, relief flooding her face as she pet his hair, and pat his back, "Take a seat and drink that for a little while.. we still have quite a few things to do here.."

Nene was quiet for a moment, then nodded to herself, and stood up, pulling up her hood to hide her glossy hair. "I should get going, actually.. You know- gotta rest the vocal cords and all..." "It was nice meeting you, Nene-san-!" Wataru chirped, waving politely while his sister cuddled him into her side, nuzzling his hair with a hidden, pained expression.

"I'll catch you around.." Nene said slowly, giving the girl a final, long look, before she turned her head back to the festival, "It might.. be a while, though.. agenda, and all.."

"I understand," The silverette murmured softly.

"Welp," Nene perked up suddenly, shooting the duo a wink, "I'll be going-! Take good care of the boys now, ya' hear?"

"Already covered."

She was gone in less than a minute, and Natasha simply sat with her brother as he sipped at his fizzy water, burying her face in his hair and biting back tears.

How much time would she have left with this sweet, little boy...


And there you have it-!

I know, I know- it took me forever to update-

In my defense, I just won a court case, and for a very good reason.

Not to mention trying to fix education and family into the mix.

I can't promise steady updates, but I can guarantee that I won't giv up on this book or his series..

Truth be told, the second book is already on the fast tracks to being edited.

Well, that's all for now.

I'd like everyone who's reading this to give me their thoughts.

Should I do a poster contest? Or sell digital art?