Disclaimer: I figured I'd better do this cause I haven't yet. I don't own Weiss Kreuz. Obviously.
I walk silently across an empty street, the city is almost unnaturally still tonight, as if it holds its' breath waiting. I reach inside myself searching for a sense of calm, trying to fight the unease that has fallen on me like a cloak. Forces are gathering, something will happen soon, something that was once close to me. I can feel the pull and I'm afraid.
I stop in front of a grey building, one that looks no different from its neighbors. A chill passes through me something I've never felt after death. Only once in my mortal life did I walk through these seemingly mundane doors.
'Not this, please Father. Don't do this to me.' A hush fills my mind, and I know I'm being given a choice. Suddenly I feel ashamed; this is my penance for the bloodstained choices I made in life.
'Forgive me, Father. I'll go.' Slowly I walk up the steps counting each one, ironically there are eight. I can't quite bring myself to just walk through the door and I reach for the handle, it is cold. The locks have no effect as I turn the knob, no alarms sound, and the fact that I'm nothing more then a ghost hits me with its' harsh reality.
The corridors are identical, fading into a numbing sameness. Everything's so cold. I don't want to be here.
The door I'm looking for is already open when I arrive. I stare at the scene before me unable to move. Blood stains the floor in a widening pool, an old man kneels on the floor clutching his side, the blood is his. A young man cowers against the wall opposite of me holding a gun limply in his hand.
"Your first time boy." The old man states. "I'm glad." He raises his head, thick white hair gleaming in the artificial light. "This is one death you won't have to regret, it's time I moved on, left the blood and killing to the young." His voice, I know it. I listened to it for years. Even now roughened with age it holds a spark that I've heard no where else.
I take one step into the room. The old one turns his head and looks at me, he can see me. His eyes are the same, cerulean blue, bright as the noon sky.
"Omi."
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A/N: Thanks to the feeling of guilt I got every time I looked at the comp knowing I hadn't yet updated, I updated! Thanks for the reviews they're what keep me going on this.
Mondtanz: I'll keep updating if you keep reviewing… and you find out who the angel is in the next chapter.
BunjyGuM-Boy: Thanks for reviewing both chapters. While Ran is an angel he's not this angel sorry.
Misura: Thanks for coming back after such a long wait, you made me a very happy wannabe authoress.
Veteri Lunum: Hey Ver, thankies for the review… if you actually tell me what you think next time I'll do something good for you!