The third chapter!! Thanks for all those lovely reviews I love them and
they motivate me even more!
Made it extra long to cover up more information about 'stuff'. You'll find out about the character's pasts and more characters will be added in further chapters. Somehow I don't really like this chapter that much. It's not as lively as my other ones, but I tried. -_-;;
Ah yes, I do love the challenge of this scenario. Yamato as the guardian angel and Sora as the dieing girl. Never to fall in love? Maybe...
Digimon does not belong to me and I wrote this for my own deranged amusement.
Please read and review!
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I came for you soul
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/Hello./
Oh my god.
/Let me introduce myself./
Oh god.
Appearing on the mirror was very messy handwriting.
/I am a friend and I've come for you Sora./
The humid fog settled a little bit as the giant mirror before me started to glow a blood red color. My nerves were screaming and scolding me for why I haven't moved from my spot yet.
/I've come to take you to a happy place./
Happy place?
Where can such imaginary dreams lay within the words of a mirror?
I wish.
I wish I could go to that happy place. To see... her loving smile.
She was my best friend in the whole world.
I wish I could make it up to her...
But she left this cruel world and tore my heart apart.
I never got to say tell her again that I love her. Or just to simply tell her I'm sorry...
I shook my head to clear the awful memories of the past suddenly flooding back into my mid at the mention if the word 'happy'.
I can never be happy again.
She taught me to view the whole world in a new perspective.
When she died. I changed.
The funny thing is. I'm thinking of a sad memory in the washroom while encountering something on my mirror.
/Come to me Sora./
What the heck?
I stayed frozen in place.
What in the world was writing this?
/Aww... screw the traditional way. I'm coming out./
I was in a panic mode as I gazed into my reflection and saw an entirely different person with her eyes closed in a calm expression. I could only stare at her with apprehension, and then I hesitantly reached out my hand to touch the mirror.
It could have been an illusion.
My mind was playing games with me.
Yamato might be playing with me.
I need to make sure.
My fingers were about to come in contact with the mirror, but then the girl's eyelids unexpectedly shot open to reveal her pure white eyes glowing back at me. I quickly withdrew them in a reflex action and felt my heart accelerate in its pounding.
"Sora..." The girl's voice echoed in the corners of the washroom.
My reaction to this was quite loud; even I think so. I let out an earsplitting scream and found myself up against the wall in panic and fright.
I tried to will my legs to move towards the door but it wouldn't budge and just stood there shaking along with my other body parts.
This is just too damn weird.
I'm still too young to die.
I've heard all those bathroom urban legends before.
Oh my god, oh my god. OH MY GOD.
I DON'T WANT TO END UP DIEING WITH A SEVERED HEAD!!!
So are the myths true?? Of course not, it's only Yamato playing with you Sora. Calm down and gather up your energy to yell at him later. I kept on reassuring myself, it was the only thing that can calm my paranoid mind.
Always deny the situation at hand.
The girl's pupil less wide eyes, just kept it's locked stare at me, I can tell you now I felt like I was going to die.
She lifted her hand and moved it in my direction. When I thought that she was trapped on the other side, her hand moved right through the mirror and slammed right down onto the counter. Transferring her weight to the grip on her hand, she lifted her body and by now was fully on my side of the mirror.
That's it I'm leaving.
I made a motion to turn towards the door, but my foot jerked forward and I lost my sense of equilibrium on the slippery wet floor and I fell clumsily on my behind. It was really uncomfortable and embarrassing.
I looked back at the girl and saw her trying to standing up from her position, but with the high platform boots she was wearing, she fell off and landed right on top of me.
She was heavy. I tried to get up and hint for her to get off of me, but all my efforts were at lost and I slumped back onto the floor.
"Get off me!" I yelled.
After a moment of looking around the place she finally noticed she was sitting on me. It seems as though she didn't hear me.
"Oh sorry! Here let me help you up!" she quickly got off me and reached out her hand but I just inched back as far as I could.
She blinked in an oblivious way but then smiled cheerfully. Her brown eyes sparkled of mischief and purity. And I just noticed she had pupils now. At least now she seems less freakish.
"Oh don't worry! I'm not here to hurt you little girl! I'm here to take you to a happy land where there are lots and lots of candy for you to eat! Wouldn't a five year old as yourself love that?" She exclaimed happily, and she absentmindedly got into a pose.
Scratch what I said about being less freakish.
I stared at her awkwardly.
"I'm 17."
After seconds standing motionless in her pose, the girl wearing really explicit clothes opened her eyes and stared back down at me with confusion bearing on her pretty features.
"What?" She asked brightly, still in her positive mood.
"Look. I don't know what you are but I'm not interested in your 'Candyland'.
She stared at me even more in perplexity, and then out of nowhere she flipped out some papers in mid air and looked over them uncertainly.
"Oops! Sorry wrong script!" She said. Snapped her fingers, the piece of paper lit up in flames and the ashes crumbled to the ground.
She better clean that up later.
Once done with that, she scanned her brown eyes across another piece of paper.
All became very silent.
My body told me to move but I found this quite amusing, in a creepy way.
"I got it now!" She exclaimed out of the blue; which scared the heck out of me.
She threw the papers away and took in a deep breath and exhaled.
The lights flickered off in the bathroom and the atmosphere around her started to glow a very dark red.
"I'm the messenger of Satan here to claim your soul.." She said in a deep voice and leaned her face closer to mine.
"Bwhahaha..."
Oh great. It's another freak.
I didn't know what to do.
So I clapped.
She stared at me awkwardly and frowned.
"You're not supposed to do that! You're supposed to be frightened!" She told me, "Although I don't really mind." She said in a small voice.
"I'm sorry, it's just that you're doing it so well." I lied.
"Really? You think so?" She asked in a lively tone and the lights turned back on.
"Uh... yes. Don't do that again."
"Maybe," Her voice sunk to a low voice, "but if you do me a little favor, I won't do it again." She whipped out to what seemed like an old necklace with a miniature empty bottle tied onto it.
Hmm. good bargain, but what's that little jar thing?
"What's this?"
"The container of life!" She said, exaggerating with her expressiveness a bit.
"Sounds corny."
She sighed and played with her beautiful locks of pink hair. "It's not like the mindless idiots 'down there' can think of anything good to call it." She mumbled.
"Okay, straight to the point. I was sent here to claim your soul before you die." She stated.
Was she another one of my guardian angels?
"... What? Look, if you're with Yamato. It's okay. One nutcase is fine with me but I'll hold a grudge if I have to deal with two!"
"Nut... case...?"
She stared at me with her eyes wide with frustration and irritation. She seemed to get really annoyed but I didn't really get anything that happened in the past hour and a half.
"Look. I was sent here by the orders of the mighty devil-sama! Not from some goody two shoes ruler up there." She mumbled and glared upwards towards the ceiling.
"I am Death. Or at least one of the many." She flipped her hair back and her red lips formed an evil smirk.
"They call me Belle Morte." She proudly announced.
I just stared at her in oblivion.
Belle Morte?
Beautiful what?
I'm not so good in French.
"Uh... Je ne parle pas francais?" I said, quite uncertain of what I have just said.
She casted me another glare, and crossed her arms.
"It's Beautiful Death!" She yelled at me. "Don't they teach you any second languages in that school of yours? Your accent is so horrible!"
And I thought I was 'bitchy'...
"It doesn't matter. I don't really want to travel to France one day anyway."
"Oh right. You're going to die in a few months anyways."
My heart sunk and I refused to look at the girl in front of me.
She kneeled down and sighed, grabbing onto my shoulders, she played with the ends of my short hair and seemed quite amused with them. She diverted her attention from my hair to my eyes and stared deeply into my eyes.
"You don't want to die do you?"
She sounded as if she really cared if I lived or not.
"Then encase drops of your own blood in the bottle and you will be able to live your life fully until the age you want to die. Fulfill your dreams! Do whatever I don't care just do what I ask you." She said while whirling the necklace around like it was some piece of junk.
"Then your soul will be taken to hell and tortured yadda yadda yadda..." She muttered under her breath but the last part I didn't catch because her voice went softer and softer each word.
"It's all for the sake of Devil-sama! To make him grow stronger..." She daydreamed and a soft sigh escaped from her mouth.
"So what do you say?" She asked expectantly holding the little crystal jar in front of me.
Before I can answer, her 'cell phone' rang.
'What the heck...?' was the only logical thing that came to my mind at the moment.
Death?
Cell phones?
Peculiar match if you ask me.
Nothing was making sense.
"Hello?" She answered it, ignoring me at the moment.
"Yeah. I'm busy. You know, soul snatching. What? Are you serious? Really? Haha."
I watched the girl getting into a deep conversation with the other person on the other end of the phone, but now I saw my chance of abandoning this witch, freak, weirdo, pick your choice.
Yes, she was a witch.
She could be a witch that was trapped in the other dimension and was here to snatch souls in order for herself to come back and live in the real world! And when she's done snatching their soul... she might eat the unsuspecting victims!
Nah, that can't be right.
I swear my brother's scary movies are rubbing off on me.
I was at the moment stuck in the washroom with a girl that looked my age, clad in something a stripper might wear, with bat wings and a tail she was standing in front of me talking on the cell phone.
I started to inch towards the door.
** What's taking you so long? **
That voice!
* You! *
** It's Yamato! **
* Right whatever. *
** So...? Answer my question. **
* There's this weird prostitute in my washroom! *
** What?? WHERE? **
* You pervert. But I'm serious! And I bet she's talking to her boss! *
** You're hallucinating things. **
* Oh ho ho. I would not be hallucinating this. *
** Whatever you say. **
* How come you didn't come barging in when I screamed? *
** You screamed? **
* No shit! Wouldn't you? *
** No. Unlike you women, we men have no tendency to scream our heads off at tiny insects. But really, you screamed? I didn't hear you. **
* Oh my god. *
** What now? **
* What if she's a prostitute that goes to each client and after *ahem* she slaughters them and disembodies them and- *
** Do NOT start that again. It's getting more disturbing every time. **
* Okay anyway get in here but cover your eyes. *
** Why? **
* I'm in a towel, HELLO? *
** Right. **
When I was done the conversation, 'Belle Morte', was also.
"Okay so where was I?" She asked, putting her cell away behind her to her back pocket of her very short skirt.
"You were about to leave." I said, hoping that she believed.
"Oh right. Okay yeah. Bye."
And she disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
It worked!
Well that was easy... too easy...
What an idiot.
"Well, I'm here where is she?" Yamato's voice came up from behind me.
My heart leapt at his sudden voice.
"Don't scare me like that." I sighed in relief and helped myself up to my feet with the help of the counter.
"Aww... isn't that cute? Sora has an imaginary prostitute friend." Yamato said, gesturing to the words written on the mirror, which was starting to fade.
"What ever happened to Keijirou and Natsune?"
"What about them?" I asked.
Narrowing my eyes, I glared at him to warn him not to start that topic.
"Oh never mind." He said absentmindedly.
He was avoiding my eye contact.
"So are there any other imaginary friends I have to know about?" He asked, quickly trying to ease the tension in the air.
"What are you talking about?? There was this girl and she came out of this mirror and she talked about this soul thing and then her cell phone rang and--"
"Whoa Sora. You don't have to make up things like that. If you're going into problems I'm here to help you." Yamato said and reached out to pat my head.
"Do that again and I'll yank your wings off." I brushed his hand away from my head.
"Yes ma'am."
I stared at him and a grin graced his handsome features, but I still felt very uncertain.
I cleared my throat and glowered at him, hoping that he'll get the message and leave immediately. He nodded and acknowledged my desire to be left alone to change.
With the shirt over my head, I blindly searched for the blow dryer.
"Here you go." A voice said, as an object was placed in the grip of my hands.
"Thank you."
It took about a second for that little conversation to register in my mind. But when it did, I quickly pulled down the shirt and turned towards the voice and saw the girl again, sitting on the counter with her legs crossed.
"Funny. Very funny. Do you think you can just humiliate me this way?" She asked in a cold and very unpleasant tone of voice.
"N-no." I felt my voice stutter.
"I read on the file report that this 'Sora' girl is supposed to be a kind hearted girl, but alas here I am confronting 'Sora' who is this little stuck up brat." The girl crumpled up the paper in her hand and threw it in the garbage.
"Well then I guess you have the wrong person don't you?" I asked.
"Oh no. I don't have the wrong person my dear. I've figured it out of course. I may look beautiful but a rose does have its thorns." She said and jumped off the counter and walked towards me.
"You lost someone very close to you didn't you?" She asked.
I started to walk backwards towards the door.
"Someone you gave your heart to. Am I right?"
"No..." I said.
"Do not deny it Sora. You're not the little innocent lily you used to be." She cornered me at the washroom and leaned on her arm.
"Ever since your grandmother died you changed your attitude didn't you? Creating sins and such, well you know what Sora? You can never see her again because of your sins. God does not want such a naughty girl up in heaven."
"You LIAR!" I screamed at her.
"Sora calm down, I can help you. Devil-sama can help you! If you give him your soul, he can defy the laws of heaven and let you see your grandmother again." She thrust the little necklace that I earlier saw into my hands.
* Yamato... *
I heard my mind call out to him.
Belle Morte took a step back and tapped her foot in a rhythm.
She closed her eyes and turned her head.
"I may work for the devil but I know a lot more about heaven than you think. I know you have no chance in getting in there to see your beloved grandmother. But if you really want to see her that much you can..."
"She doesn't need any of your advice." A male voice suddenly interrupted the little conversation.
The girl opened her eyes and turned towards the person who was standing in front of me.
"And who might you be?" She asked.
"Why I am no other than the amazing singer Yamato Ishida," Yamato proudly introduced himself, "and you must be Sora's little prostitute friend." He smiled brightly.
The girl ignored him and cocked her eyebrow.
"Ishida Yamato you say? Isn't that guy dead?"
"It's none of your business is it?"
"I heard his girlfriend cheated on him and he killed himself."
"What the...?"
"Or was it that he was secretly on drugs and died during one of his concerts?"
"What?!"
I feel like I'm being ignored...
"No wait I think it was...-"
"Hey you listen here woman!"
"I have a name. You can either call me Belle Morte or Mimi!"
"Mimi? I heard of that name before."
Lalalalala...
"Wha-what?!"
"Yeah that's right! I remember now! It's a big rumor 'up there'."
"WHAT?!"
"You're pretty famous Mimi. You were once one of the high angels up there until you fell in love with the devil and betrayed heaven right?"
"You must be mistaken cuz I'll never EVER have the stench of heaven upon my body!"
"Deny as you might but you know I'm right."
"I DON'T KNOW WHY I PUT UP WITH ANGELS LIKE YOU!" she screamed and jumped onto the counter and stepped into the mirror.
"Running away are you? Well that's no fun!" Yamato called out to her.
"F*** off! I'll come back for the girl's soul later and make you perish!" Was her reply.
"Women these days... tsk tsk, she uses such bad language." He muttered to himself and noticed me staring up at him.
"Hey Sora, I don't want you hanging around her anymore, she's a bad role model for kids your age." He said.
What was he my mother? Wait no. My mom doesn't act that way.
"So are you done dressing up yet? Or do you need some help?" He asked innocently with a little perverted edge to his question.
"No thank you. I took the time while the both of you were arguing."
"Oh I guess we kind of ignored you there didn't we?"
"Oh no no. You let me learn a lot more about angels and devils you see. I always thought that they were elegant immortal beings. But I found that they are not."
"Yeah well, don't go spreading it around."
"I have a feeling if I did no one would believe me."
He laughed and walked straight into the door and disappeared out of my sight until I opened the door.
"Yamato..."
"Yeah?"
"Why did she say that you would perish when she takes my soul?"
"Oh that. Well we have to make sure that doesn't happen."
"Why?"
"Well because if she takes your soul then I will become a ghoul when your physical body dies. A ghoul has only 7 days to remain on earth as a spirit, then the remnants of what is left of me will be shattered and mixed into the wind."
"What happens after that?"
"No one knows. But that will never happen will it Sora?" He asked me.
"Yeah..."
I clutched tightly to the necklace hidden in my palm.
"Grandma..."
I want to see her... but if I do, what will happen to Yamato?
"Sora your friends are here!" I heard Makoto call out from downstairs.
"Coming!" I replied and ran out my door.
If I sell my soul would I be betraying Yamato?
Would I call it betrayal even if I were not even his friend? Am I his friend? I just met him today. Even though He's known me like forever.
It's just a soul right?
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. end of that chapter.
I've been also thinking of writing a sad ending. Somewhat bittersweet. A different approach to almost many stories out there. Weird isn't it? I thought of an ending even though I just started the story. That's just me I guess.
I'll leave you all now. Again, please read and review!
Made it extra long to cover up more information about 'stuff'. You'll find out about the character's pasts and more characters will be added in further chapters. Somehow I don't really like this chapter that much. It's not as lively as my other ones, but I tried. -_-;;
Ah yes, I do love the challenge of this scenario. Yamato as the guardian angel and Sora as the dieing girl. Never to fall in love? Maybe...
Digimon does not belong to me and I wrote this for my own deranged amusement.
Please read and review!
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I came for you soul
***
/Hello./
Oh my god.
/Let me introduce myself./
Oh god.
Appearing on the mirror was very messy handwriting.
/I am a friend and I've come for you Sora./
The humid fog settled a little bit as the giant mirror before me started to glow a blood red color. My nerves were screaming and scolding me for why I haven't moved from my spot yet.
/I've come to take you to a happy place./
Happy place?
Where can such imaginary dreams lay within the words of a mirror?
I wish.
I wish I could go to that happy place. To see... her loving smile.
She was my best friend in the whole world.
I wish I could make it up to her...
But she left this cruel world and tore my heart apart.
I never got to say tell her again that I love her. Or just to simply tell her I'm sorry...
I shook my head to clear the awful memories of the past suddenly flooding back into my mid at the mention if the word 'happy'.
I can never be happy again.
She taught me to view the whole world in a new perspective.
When she died. I changed.
The funny thing is. I'm thinking of a sad memory in the washroom while encountering something on my mirror.
/Come to me Sora./
What the heck?
I stayed frozen in place.
What in the world was writing this?
/Aww... screw the traditional way. I'm coming out./
I was in a panic mode as I gazed into my reflection and saw an entirely different person with her eyes closed in a calm expression. I could only stare at her with apprehension, and then I hesitantly reached out my hand to touch the mirror.
It could have been an illusion.
My mind was playing games with me.
Yamato might be playing with me.
I need to make sure.
My fingers were about to come in contact with the mirror, but then the girl's eyelids unexpectedly shot open to reveal her pure white eyes glowing back at me. I quickly withdrew them in a reflex action and felt my heart accelerate in its pounding.
"Sora..." The girl's voice echoed in the corners of the washroom.
My reaction to this was quite loud; even I think so. I let out an earsplitting scream and found myself up against the wall in panic and fright.
I tried to will my legs to move towards the door but it wouldn't budge and just stood there shaking along with my other body parts.
This is just too damn weird.
I'm still too young to die.
I've heard all those bathroom urban legends before.
Oh my god, oh my god. OH MY GOD.
I DON'T WANT TO END UP DIEING WITH A SEVERED HEAD!!!
So are the myths true?? Of course not, it's only Yamato playing with you Sora. Calm down and gather up your energy to yell at him later. I kept on reassuring myself, it was the only thing that can calm my paranoid mind.
Always deny the situation at hand.
The girl's pupil less wide eyes, just kept it's locked stare at me, I can tell you now I felt like I was going to die.
She lifted her hand and moved it in my direction. When I thought that she was trapped on the other side, her hand moved right through the mirror and slammed right down onto the counter. Transferring her weight to the grip on her hand, she lifted her body and by now was fully on my side of the mirror.
That's it I'm leaving.
I made a motion to turn towards the door, but my foot jerked forward and I lost my sense of equilibrium on the slippery wet floor and I fell clumsily on my behind. It was really uncomfortable and embarrassing.
I looked back at the girl and saw her trying to standing up from her position, but with the high platform boots she was wearing, she fell off and landed right on top of me.
She was heavy. I tried to get up and hint for her to get off of me, but all my efforts were at lost and I slumped back onto the floor.
"Get off me!" I yelled.
After a moment of looking around the place she finally noticed she was sitting on me. It seems as though she didn't hear me.
"Oh sorry! Here let me help you up!" she quickly got off me and reached out her hand but I just inched back as far as I could.
She blinked in an oblivious way but then smiled cheerfully. Her brown eyes sparkled of mischief and purity. And I just noticed she had pupils now. At least now she seems less freakish.
"Oh don't worry! I'm not here to hurt you little girl! I'm here to take you to a happy land where there are lots and lots of candy for you to eat! Wouldn't a five year old as yourself love that?" She exclaimed happily, and she absentmindedly got into a pose.
Scratch what I said about being less freakish.
I stared at her awkwardly.
"I'm 17."
After seconds standing motionless in her pose, the girl wearing really explicit clothes opened her eyes and stared back down at me with confusion bearing on her pretty features.
"What?" She asked brightly, still in her positive mood.
"Look. I don't know what you are but I'm not interested in your 'Candyland'.
She stared at me even more in perplexity, and then out of nowhere she flipped out some papers in mid air and looked over them uncertainly.
"Oops! Sorry wrong script!" She said. Snapped her fingers, the piece of paper lit up in flames and the ashes crumbled to the ground.
She better clean that up later.
Once done with that, she scanned her brown eyes across another piece of paper.
All became very silent.
My body told me to move but I found this quite amusing, in a creepy way.
"I got it now!" She exclaimed out of the blue; which scared the heck out of me.
She threw the papers away and took in a deep breath and exhaled.
The lights flickered off in the bathroom and the atmosphere around her started to glow a very dark red.
"I'm the messenger of Satan here to claim your soul.." She said in a deep voice and leaned her face closer to mine.
"Bwhahaha..."
Oh great. It's another freak.
I didn't know what to do.
So I clapped.
She stared at me awkwardly and frowned.
"You're not supposed to do that! You're supposed to be frightened!" She told me, "Although I don't really mind." She said in a small voice.
"I'm sorry, it's just that you're doing it so well." I lied.
"Really? You think so?" She asked in a lively tone and the lights turned back on.
"Uh... yes. Don't do that again."
"Maybe," Her voice sunk to a low voice, "but if you do me a little favor, I won't do it again." She whipped out to what seemed like an old necklace with a miniature empty bottle tied onto it.
Hmm. good bargain, but what's that little jar thing?
"What's this?"
"The container of life!" She said, exaggerating with her expressiveness a bit.
"Sounds corny."
She sighed and played with her beautiful locks of pink hair. "It's not like the mindless idiots 'down there' can think of anything good to call it." She mumbled.
"Okay, straight to the point. I was sent here to claim your soul before you die." She stated.
Was she another one of my guardian angels?
"... What? Look, if you're with Yamato. It's okay. One nutcase is fine with me but I'll hold a grudge if I have to deal with two!"
"Nut... case...?"
She stared at me with her eyes wide with frustration and irritation. She seemed to get really annoyed but I didn't really get anything that happened in the past hour and a half.
"Look. I was sent here by the orders of the mighty devil-sama! Not from some goody two shoes ruler up there." She mumbled and glared upwards towards the ceiling.
"I am Death. Or at least one of the many." She flipped her hair back and her red lips formed an evil smirk.
"They call me Belle Morte." She proudly announced.
I just stared at her in oblivion.
Belle Morte?
Beautiful what?
I'm not so good in French.
"Uh... Je ne parle pas francais?" I said, quite uncertain of what I have just said.
She casted me another glare, and crossed her arms.
"It's Beautiful Death!" She yelled at me. "Don't they teach you any second languages in that school of yours? Your accent is so horrible!"
And I thought I was 'bitchy'...
"It doesn't matter. I don't really want to travel to France one day anyway."
"Oh right. You're going to die in a few months anyways."
My heart sunk and I refused to look at the girl in front of me.
She kneeled down and sighed, grabbing onto my shoulders, she played with the ends of my short hair and seemed quite amused with them. She diverted her attention from my hair to my eyes and stared deeply into my eyes.
"You don't want to die do you?"
She sounded as if she really cared if I lived or not.
"Then encase drops of your own blood in the bottle and you will be able to live your life fully until the age you want to die. Fulfill your dreams! Do whatever I don't care just do what I ask you." She said while whirling the necklace around like it was some piece of junk.
"Then your soul will be taken to hell and tortured yadda yadda yadda..." She muttered under her breath but the last part I didn't catch because her voice went softer and softer each word.
"It's all for the sake of Devil-sama! To make him grow stronger..." She daydreamed and a soft sigh escaped from her mouth.
"So what do you say?" She asked expectantly holding the little crystal jar in front of me.
Before I can answer, her 'cell phone' rang.
'What the heck...?' was the only logical thing that came to my mind at the moment.
Death?
Cell phones?
Peculiar match if you ask me.
Nothing was making sense.
"Hello?" She answered it, ignoring me at the moment.
"Yeah. I'm busy. You know, soul snatching. What? Are you serious? Really? Haha."
I watched the girl getting into a deep conversation with the other person on the other end of the phone, but now I saw my chance of abandoning this witch, freak, weirdo, pick your choice.
Yes, she was a witch.
She could be a witch that was trapped in the other dimension and was here to snatch souls in order for herself to come back and live in the real world! And when she's done snatching their soul... she might eat the unsuspecting victims!
Nah, that can't be right.
I swear my brother's scary movies are rubbing off on me.
I was at the moment stuck in the washroom with a girl that looked my age, clad in something a stripper might wear, with bat wings and a tail she was standing in front of me talking on the cell phone.
I started to inch towards the door.
** What's taking you so long? **
That voice!
* You! *
** It's Yamato! **
* Right whatever. *
** So...? Answer my question. **
* There's this weird prostitute in my washroom! *
** What?? WHERE? **
* You pervert. But I'm serious! And I bet she's talking to her boss! *
** You're hallucinating things. **
* Oh ho ho. I would not be hallucinating this. *
** Whatever you say. **
* How come you didn't come barging in when I screamed? *
** You screamed? **
* No shit! Wouldn't you? *
** No. Unlike you women, we men have no tendency to scream our heads off at tiny insects. But really, you screamed? I didn't hear you. **
* Oh my god. *
** What now? **
* What if she's a prostitute that goes to each client and after *ahem* she slaughters them and disembodies them and- *
** Do NOT start that again. It's getting more disturbing every time. **
* Okay anyway get in here but cover your eyes. *
** Why? **
* I'm in a towel, HELLO? *
** Right. **
When I was done the conversation, 'Belle Morte', was also.
"Okay so where was I?" She asked, putting her cell away behind her to her back pocket of her very short skirt.
"You were about to leave." I said, hoping that she believed.
"Oh right. Okay yeah. Bye."
And she disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
It worked!
Well that was easy... too easy...
What an idiot.
"Well, I'm here where is she?" Yamato's voice came up from behind me.
My heart leapt at his sudden voice.
"Don't scare me like that." I sighed in relief and helped myself up to my feet with the help of the counter.
"Aww... isn't that cute? Sora has an imaginary prostitute friend." Yamato said, gesturing to the words written on the mirror, which was starting to fade.
"What ever happened to Keijirou and Natsune?"
"What about them?" I asked.
Narrowing my eyes, I glared at him to warn him not to start that topic.
"Oh never mind." He said absentmindedly.
He was avoiding my eye contact.
"So are there any other imaginary friends I have to know about?" He asked, quickly trying to ease the tension in the air.
"What are you talking about?? There was this girl and she came out of this mirror and she talked about this soul thing and then her cell phone rang and--"
"Whoa Sora. You don't have to make up things like that. If you're going into problems I'm here to help you." Yamato said and reached out to pat my head.
"Do that again and I'll yank your wings off." I brushed his hand away from my head.
"Yes ma'am."
I stared at him and a grin graced his handsome features, but I still felt very uncertain.
I cleared my throat and glowered at him, hoping that he'll get the message and leave immediately. He nodded and acknowledged my desire to be left alone to change.
With the shirt over my head, I blindly searched for the blow dryer.
"Here you go." A voice said, as an object was placed in the grip of my hands.
"Thank you."
It took about a second for that little conversation to register in my mind. But when it did, I quickly pulled down the shirt and turned towards the voice and saw the girl again, sitting on the counter with her legs crossed.
"Funny. Very funny. Do you think you can just humiliate me this way?" She asked in a cold and very unpleasant tone of voice.
"N-no." I felt my voice stutter.
"I read on the file report that this 'Sora' girl is supposed to be a kind hearted girl, but alas here I am confronting 'Sora' who is this little stuck up brat." The girl crumpled up the paper in her hand and threw it in the garbage.
"Well then I guess you have the wrong person don't you?" I asked.
"Oh no. I don't have the wrong person my dear. I've figured it out of course. I may look beautiful but a rose does have its thorns." She said and jumped off the counter and walked towards me.
"You lost someone very close to you didn't you?" She asked.
I started to walk backwards towards the door.
"Someone you gave your heart to. Am I right?"
"No..." I said.
"Do not deny it Sora. You're not the little innocent lily you used to be." She cornered me at the washroom and leaned on her arm.
"Ever since your grandmother died you changed your attitude didn't you? Creating sins and such, well you know what Sora? You can never see her again because of your sins. God does not want such a naughty girl up in heaven."
"You LIAR!" I screamed at her.
"Sora calm down, I can help you. Devil-sama can help you! If you give him your soul, he can defy the laws of heaven and let you see your grandmother again." She thrust the little necklace that I earlier saw into my hands.
* Yamato... *
I heard my mind call out to him.
Belle Morte took a step back and tapped her foot in a rhythm.
She closed her eyes and turned her head.
"I may work for the devil but I know a lot more about heaven than you think. I know you have no chance in getting in there to see your beloved grandmother. But if you really want to see her that much you can..."
"She doesn't need any of your advice." A male voice suddenly interrupted the little conversation.
The girl opened her eyes and turned towards the person who was standing in front of me.
"And who might you be?" She asked.
"Why I am no other than the amazing singer Yamato Ishida," Yamato proudly introduced himself, "and you must be Sora's little prostitute friend." He smiled brightly.
The girl ignored him and cocked her eyebrow.
"Ishida Yamato you say? Isn't that guy dead?"
"It's none of your business is it?"
"I heard his girlfriend cheated on him and he killed himself."
"What the...?"
"Or was it that he was secretly on drugs and died during one of his concerts?"
"What?!"
I feel like I'm being ignored...
"No wait I think it was...-"
"Hey you listen here woman!"
"I have a name. You can either call me Belle Morte or Mimi!"
"Mimi? I heard of that name before."
Lalalalala...
"Wha-what?!"
"Yeah that's right! I remember now! It's a big rumor 'up there'."
"WHAT?!"
"You're pretty famous Mimi. You were once one of the high angels up there until you fell in love with the devil and betrayed heaven right?"
"You must be mistaken cuz I'll never EVER have the stench of heaven upon my body!"
"Deny as you might but you know I'm right."
"I DON'T KNOW WHY I PUT UP WITH ANGELS LIKE YOU!" she screamed and jumped onto the counter and stepped into the mirror.
"Running away are you? Well that's no fun!" Yamato called out to her.
"F*** off! I'll come back for the girl's soul later and make you perish!" Was her reply.
"Women these days... tsk tsk, she uses such bad language." He muttered to himself and noticed me staring up at him.
"Hey Sora, I don't want you hanging around her anymore, she's a bad role model for kids your age." He said.
What was he my mother? Wait no. My mom doesn't act that way.
"So are you done dressing up yet? Or do you need some help?" He asked innocently with a little perverted edge to his question.
"No thank you. I took the time while the both of you were arguing."
"Oh I guess we kind of ignored you there didn't we?"
"Oh no no. You let me learn a lot more about angels and devils you see. I always thought that they were elegant immortal beings. But I found that they are not."
"Yeah well, don't go spreading it around."
"I have a feeling if I did no one would believe me."
He laughed and walked straight into the door and disappeared out of my sight until I opened the door.
"Yamato..."
"Yeah?"
"Why did she say that you would perish when she takes my soul?"
"Oh that. Well we have to make sure that doesn't happen."
"Why?"
"Well because if she takes your soul then I will become a ghoul when your physical body dies. A ghoul has only 7 days to remain on earth as a spirit, then the remnants of what is left of me will be shattered and mixed into the wind."
"What happens after that?"
"No one knows. But that will never happen will it Sora?" He asked me.
"Yeah..."
I clutched tightly to the necklace hidden in my palm.
"Grandma..."
I want to see her... but if I do, what will happen to Yamato?
"Sora your friends are here!" I heard Makoto call out from downstairs.
"Coming!" I replied and ran out my door.
If I sell my soul would I be betraying Yamato?
Would I call it betrayal even if I were not even his friend? Am I his friend? I just met him today. Even though He's known me like forever.
It's just a soul right?
***
. end of that chapter.
I've been also thinking of writing a sad ending. Somewhat bittersweet. A different approach to almost many stories out there. Weird isn't it? I thought of an ending even though I just started the story. That's just me I guess.
I'll leave you all now. Again, please read and review!