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"speech"

'thoughts'

(Edit:…you know the drill by now.)

Homunculus winced at the thud Eike made as he appeared in the room. The Seraph propped himself up on his elbows and looked down on the blonde's sprawled figure. The American shook himself and sat up. Homunculus made himself sit up all the way, and forced words out of a mouth that wanted to say something completely different.

"Oh dear."

'Are you alright?'

"But this may be the chance you're looking for."

'I want to hold you.'

"This time the killer is in the building with you."

'I want you to be safe'

"Is there anyway you can avoid being pushed off the tower?"

'Please stay with me forever.'

"You've got a bit of time."

'You're so close Eike, just a little farther . . .'

Eike threw his head back. He felt like crying. Eckart had been his only friend and now he was trying to kill him. That hurt, more then words, More then the wrenching, splitting, tearing pain when he had discovered that he was nothing more then a tool for Homunculus.

"Eike?"

"I-I'm fine." He stood and shook himself off.

"Remember . . ." there was a slight pause, and for a moment there was a poised stillness as though destiny stood on the edge of a long drop, ready to go one way or the other.

"Fate is a difficult opponent." Eike let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." The door loomed in front of him, black and ominous. He rolled his eyes.

'What else is new?'

Homunculus wondered if he could bang his head against a wall as he'd seen humans do.

'Why is it so hard to say he can always return?' The great door shut with a small click out of proportion with its size. But then, nothing in the demon's room was what it seemed. The eternal sunset out the window had a tendency to flip upside down, and sometimes the clock ticked backwards out of sheer spite. The only things that stayed the same were the statue and the door. Even the books moved around, but only when he wasn't looking at them.

"Sometimes I think I was only created to suffer." He smiled, being with Eike was no hardship but it felt good to complain. He had once been asked, many centuries ago, what he would wish for, if he could have anything. He smiled as the memory returned.

/ He lay down on the grass, staring into the leafy canopy of trees. A small rustling alerted him to the presence of another.

"Oh, I apologize. I did not know that any others would be here." Crimson met cerulean.

"It's alright, please, seat yourself." The girl sat down on the tree stump a bit away from him./

She had been a small French girl, he recalled. Blonde blue eyed, they had talked for hours on end. Till about a week later the girl's mother had grown deathly ill.

His smile turned into a frown.

/ "I wish mommy were better!" Homunculus felt torn. He could grant her wish but she'd loose her soul, the sparkle that had endeared her to him.

"Would you give anything for her to be better?" he wanted to rip his tongue out, but, it was his purpose! The sole reason he was created. No pun intended. He silently cheered as she hesitated.

"I'd give up my dolly."

"So would I if I had a Mother." Her brow wrinkled as she looked up at him sunlight glinting off the tracks the tears had made.

"You don't have a mommy?" He shook his head, and mentally sighed with relief. Now he was on ground where he couldn't manipulate the child into giving up something she hadn't realized she had yet.

"No I don't. I don't have a father either." She frowned, and crossed her arms.

"Then . . . what would YOU wish for?" he bowed his head for a moment, then smiled at her.

"I would wish to be human."/

Eike breathed a sigh of relief as he hauled himself over the railing. That had been close; he'd almost missed the rope! The blonde chuckled breathlessly, leftover adrenaline making his body shake. He felt like a detective in a movie.

He knew where, when, and how. That just left the who, and the why. And if he was right, Mr. Eckart was the who. All that left was the Why. The question that had been haunting him since the START of this whole mess.

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