Kaori: Gomen, minna! Gomem gomen gomen!!! My keyboard wasn't working so I had to get a new one! And I was grounded…

Matthew: See? What did I tell you about drinking and eating near the computer? And what else did I say about sneaking on at night?

Kaori: Oh shut up, Matthew.

Matthew: I'm right, aren't I?

Kaori: Yes, you're right….

Matthew:

Kaori: OK, Guy! You can say it now!

Guy: busy playing Soul Caliber 2

Kaori: Matthew, you say it.

Matthew: clears throat Presenting…..Chapter 2 of Angel's Grace!

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Footsteps echoed through the hallways as a certain blue-haired demon with blood red eyes stepped-or rather stomped-into the room.

Taking in his surroundings, he stared at the large, ethereal, dome-like room. The floor was tiled with marble, the walls were covered by windows, and the ceiling was completely white. The whole room was empty of any other items except for a lone desk and file cabinet. Laharl hated this room-it always made him feel like he was in some sort of void.

He leaned casually against one of the windows as he waited for the person he came here to see. And as soon as he did so, another set of footsteps were heard, and the woman he had tried to charge down earlier was already sitting at her desk once more, her pen scratching against papers.

"I'm bored." Laharl complained as leaned against one of the walls of the room, staring out into space.

"Ya know what?" said the woman he had tried to charge down earlier "Deal with it." She finished flatly, before the scratching of pen against paper continued. Laharl's scowl deepened, and he lowered his head to look at her but then he noticed the papers she was working on.

"Hey, what are those?" He asked curiously, sounding like an innocent child. (A/N: Yeah right; Laharl, innocent-that's a laugh)

The scratching stopped momentarily, then started once again. "It's your records. When I'm done fully evaluating them, you can go back to your own world."

"…And how much progress so far?" He asked with hope in his eyes.

"I'm barely half way through them." She replied.

Laharl slammed his fist on the wall he was leaning on, leaving a huge dent. "Dammit, woman, can't you go any faster than that?!"

The woman sighed. 'Not this again…' She thought with exasperation.

"Listen. It's not my fault that your sin record is so high. I also have a name, and it's Sairi."

He continued to yell. "Like I said before-didn't I already atone for them?!"

"We let you off easy-the Elder pitied you, and decided that you could keep your own body and wait here while we sort everything out. Sins that you have not atoned for will be compensated for by the time you spend waiting here." The woman finished. "Really, King Laharl, we have been through this explanation more than enough."

Laharl glared at her before walking out of the room. 'Damn these dumb asses…' He thought angrily. But his angry thoughts softened as his mind brought up a certain angel that occupied his mind most of the time, other than the situation he was in. 'Don't worry, Flonne. I'll get back to you… soon enough.'

"Oh Flonne…" A masculine voice called in a sing-song voice. "Flonnie-poo!"

Flonne raised her head slightly from her pillow. 'Oh great, another suitor. What a wonderful way to start my day.' She thought sarcastically.

Hearing footsteps approaching her room, she braced herself for a torrent of compliments and questions as the door opened… but they never came.

"Hey… Flonne? It's me, Etna. What's wrong?" Etna asked, staring at Flonne suspiciously.

Flonne briefly removed her arms which she had flung in front of her face to mumble "Suitor." Then she scurried away to hide under her bed.

Etna nodded in understanding, as another set of footsteps were heard, approaching the room. The door creaked open, and that same masculine voice from earlier was heard. "Flonnie-poo?"

Flonne cringed at the newly bestowed nickname. Another one of her major pet peeves-the stupid nicknames suitors gave her.

"Your Flonnie-poo is not here," Etna stated curtly, and even from under the bed she could tell that she was shoving the unwanted annoyance out.

"B-But…!" He protested, only to get a smack in the face. Flonne saw his head fall against the floor, and she couldn't help but notice the black eye Etna had given him…

She gave Etna a thumbs-up, but as soon as she did, yet another masculine voice was heard coming from the end of the hallway.

"Miss Flonne?"

Flonne sighed with relief. At least he didn't give her a dumb nickname.

Etna merely growled, checked outside the door, and upon seeing the delicate box and flowers in his hands immediately set out to attack.

A few hours later, after the suitor problem was resolved, Etna was hauling a suspicious looking sack outside of the castle. When she was questioned about what it was, Etna claimed that it was garbage. Flonne highly doubted that, but then again, what she and Etna saw as 'garbage' were two different things entirely…

'That bitch…!'

Laharl thought for about the fiftieth time that day. He had been thinking the same two words practically ever since she had chided him this morning. The 'bitch' he was referring to was the green-haired woman who was almost always at her desk; Sairi.

He pondered on her appearance a bit. Sairi had straight lime green hair that flowed down to her hips, with one golden clip holding it in a high ponytail. Her eyes were a darker green than her hair, and were covered by a pair of clear glasses. Her clothes were business like, and her voice was business like as well, though it was usually laced with either calmness or sarcasm.

Yup, just looking at her told him that she was a person of high-authority.

And Laharl hates people of high-authority, other than himself.

'High-authority' people (he often liked to accompany the 'quotation mark' sign with his fingers gesture when he had to say the words 'high-authority') were, to be blunt, a pain in the ass to him. Or, maybe it was the other way around.

Why, he remembered way back in Netherworld Elementary, he had never gotten along with the principal, who was a person of 'high-authority'. He had received at least thirty-five detentions a week, had to perform the most humiliating things possible as punishment, all because of a few little pranks he played on some teachers. OK, so the 'wrapping the principal's entire office with toilet paper so he can't get out' plan was a bit much.

Ah, what else could he say? He was a sadistic prankster, and he was damn proud of it!

Shaking his head and breaking his thoughts about his childhood, he continued his previous mantra about Sairi in his mind as he walked down the hall to his right. Again, it's time to supervise Flonne! Wait, that just made him feel like a stalker...

Kaori: Sorry it's not that long… There wasn't any angst in this chapter, I know, but just some flecks of humor for you. I promise I'll update soon! Sayonara for now!