Thanks to everyone for reviewing! Sorry I haven't updated for a while, writers block you see. ^_^;; heh heh, yeah, this was kind of written for my own amusement. Katan encounters a- lol read and find out! ^_~ I apologize, this chapter is kind of short. Is this rating good as it is? Or should I step it up? Things might start getting a little nasty, might. I dunno. Tell me what you think!
(It's cold.)
I have been walking for some time now. I'm not sure where I am, somewhere in the city still, but I couldn't tell you where exactly. Rosiel-sama left again, just a few hours ago. He stayed for about a week (a week of bliss and a week of Hell) then he just left without a word (like always). Kyrie was sulking when I left and I assume she'll still be sulking when I get back. In a way I suppose I'm also sulking, no I think I'm just depressed-and worried. But that isn't anything new; ever since Rosiel-sama was bound to this world I've felt nothing but these two emotions. The pattern only broken recently by the occasional contentment I receive from being with Rosiel-sama.
Rosiel-sama…there must be some way to help him, to get him back to how he was before. Or maybe there is no way and the Rosiel-sama I love lives only in my memory now.
Have you ever walked around a city during the night? It isn't very pleasant, at least not in this section of the city. There are homeless people scattered here and there and-
"Hey there good looking, wanna have a good time?"
Prostitutes. I've passed two street corners and encountered eight prostitutes already. If only order could be brought back to heaven then we could do something to help this world.
"No thank you, miss."
"Are you sure? You look kinda lonely to me…"
(Is it really that obvious?)
"…I'm sure."
"Fine, but if you change your mind…"
She gave me a suggestive wink as I walked away. How could she sell herself like that? How could she allow men to use her…like…that…(sound familiar?) I'm like that girl. I allow Rosiel-sama to use me; my payment is his smile. God. I suddenly feel so…dirty. When did this happen? How did I become this metaphorical whore?
(…)
…I…I can't go back. I won't. Not until I find someone who can help me…and Rosiel-sama…Where do I start? Who can I turn to? Oh God…God? Heaven! I'll start my search there. Surely someone there must know how to save Rosiel-sama; or if it is even possible.
(It is decided then, I shall go to heaven and begin my search…Rosiel-sama, please, forgive me…)