Hi! I am soooo sorry that it is taking me so long to update this story, but I was out of town for a while and then when I came home I started to work on this story. Again, I am really sorry.

On a lighter note, the next chapter is up! I put a lot of people in this chapter. Originally, I had planned to have a chapter completely dedicated to Mitsume. However, this idea came into my mind, but don't worry! Mitsume IS in this chapter so you can read all about what he's been up to for the past ten months...the other two I'll leave to your imagination. Anyway, read this chapter, enjoy it, and please review to it.

Chapter 5: Corpus Resurectus pt.1

"But sir..."

"No buts, clean the body!" Othello said to the scientist who were advising him against it.

"Sir," one of the scientists of whom were caring for the body of Ororon started. He paused for a moment to see if Othello was going to quiet him as well. The scientist then said, after realizing that he could continue, "Ororon's body is too fragile. If we were to clean his body as throughly as you want him to be, his body would be destroyed and we wouldn't be able to resurrect him into a healthy state."

Othello looked at him for a while, trying to decide whether to give in and risk the chance of resurrecting more than one person today. He didn't want to risk the chance of giving Oscar a second chance at life. How many other people had their mark on Ororon? If he, Othello, preformed the ritual, then he would be the blame for the resurrection of Oscar. Thus, starting another war for the throne. "Fine," Othello said, losing the normal cheerfulness that everyone had grown used to, "Just get the body ready for the ritual. Yotsuba, I want you to gather everyone so that they can witness the ritual."

"Yes, si-..uh...dad," Yotsuba said, correcting himself from saying 'sir' again. He turned around and left.

The scientist went to tend to Ororon's body, leaving Othello alone in that certain area of the lab. "Good," Othello muttered under his breath. He looked around the lab and left to retrieve the book.

Mitsume walked out of the dojo that he had been training in for the past ten months. He hadn't learned everything that he possibly could from the place, but learned enough to his satisfaction. However, it was probably not to the satisfaction of the Kamiza, but Mitsume didn't care. He had lost his ability to care about others a while ago. Now, the only thing he cares about is getting his eye back. Of course, there was never a real importance to that eye. It would just rest on the top of his forehead, slightly open, but never used for anything except for showing a more unique physical feature of Mitsume.

The wind was blowing a little harder today and would blow papers and other light thing past Mitsume which caused him to step on them or get hit by some of them. His loose sleeve started to whip around his body, lightly beating his side and his stomach. He continued to wak along the streets. He noticed that some people would look at him and then look away. He wasn't bothered by this because he had grown up dealing with people who had the same behavior. Except now, he had no third eye for them to look at. No, he had an eye socket on his forehead that was slightly open for people to see the missing socket. He was also missing an arm that was easily noticed because people were staring and pointing at the loose long sleeve that whipped around his body.

He continued walking, ignoring everybody that was calling to him or pointing at him. If only they knew about his real suffering. If only they knew why he was missing a third eye and an arm. Maybe then they would stop pointing. Maybe then they would stop annoying him with their taunts. However, he could really careless at the moment. Let them point. Let them taunt. The only person that truly bothered him when it came to his eye was Othello. How he hated that man. Yes, he did give Mitsume a purpose in life, but that was it. He hated his purpose. However, as much as he hated it, he still went through with it.

His skill had improved greatly. He was far better than when he had last fought Othello. He was far more quicker. He also had a better ability to strategize what his next plan was. So, every night he would think about Othello's skill and try to find a way to overcome each attack and attack Othello without giving Othello the opportunity to defend himself. His plan was sounding better and better with each night that he spent doing this. Mitsume began to believe that his plan was flawless. However, there was the nagging feeling that Othello probably got better as well.

Mitsume sat down on a bench on the outer sections of a park that he had come to. He sat comfortably and stared out in the horizon, falling into his thoughts. He became completely lost in thought.

Chiaki walked out of the bathroom with a knife in her hand. However, there was no blood pouring from her arms. There was no evidence that she had cut herself. The truth was that she couldn't do it. Everytime she tried, since Othello had come to visit her, she kept having a fear that Othello was going to come again and would actually catch her again.

She went to her apartment's kitchen and placed the knife back to where it belonged. She sighed when she looked at it. How could she be this weak? How come he couldn't do it? These thoughts continued to pass through her mind for a quite a while.

That's the angel inside of you...

"What?" Chiaki said, looking around to where the voice came from. She found Him floating down.

The angel inside of you prevents you from allowing yourself to be killed. He said, looking at her. His wings were folded as he landed on the table in her kitchen. Seeing as that she wasn't answering, he continued. Angels don't normally kill themselves. It's against their nature. So, because you are half angel, you have the natural instinct to not kill yourself.

"But why not?" Chiaki asked in an angry tone. "Do you even know what's been going on in my life? What's the point of living if there is nobody here for me?"

I'm here for you, just remember that. It is not worth killing yourself, trust me on that if there isn't anything else you would trust me on. He said and left Chiaki to think about what he said, while staring out the window.

"Okay," Othello started, turning to face Yotsuba, Charles, and all the others that Yotsuba had brought to see the resurrection of Ororon. "You are all here to witness, and help resurrect the old king of hell, Ororon. Why, you may wonder? It actually has somewhat simple answers. One, because he is the only one ever to still stay alive after one whole year. Two, because I want to." He grinned at the last part and turned to the body of Ororon, who layed on a type of altar. Othello looked up at the sky and saw the moon about to reach its peak. He turned to one of the scientists running around and said, "Start countdown for when the half-moon reaches its peak."

The scientist nodded and initiated the countdown. Yotsuba watched the process while he stood next to some of the other people nearby. He started to think about a meeting that he and Othello had with the scientists who kept a watchful eye on Ororon. He remembered how they were planning on washing Ororon to take away the chance of resurrecting anyone else besides Ororon. However, Ororon's body was far to fragile to wash. Therefore, this resurrection was risking bringing others back to life as well, which included Oscar. Yotsuba's thought dwelled on this conversation as the process for resurrecting Ororon was being done.

When the countdown was complete, Othello started to recite the spell that he had read so many times that he memorized it. Suddenly, the sky started to turn grey. Not only in hell, but on Earth as well. The sky then started to turn into an a bluish-grey and a single white light appeared. The light went straight down and hit Ororon's body. His body reacted as if it had just been hit hard by that beam of light.

"...pro anima!" Othello said, finishing the spell. He looked up from his book to see the results from the spell of resurrection.

Yes, I do realize I left this in a cliffy. However, I have a reason for this. The reason being will be that the chapter will be extremely long. Now, I know some of you want my chapters to be long, but that's hard to fufill for me at the moment and I don't want people expecting every chapter to be long. Also, it'll take longer if I didn't leave this at a cliffy and I didn't want you guys to wait any longer.

A special thank you to all my reveiwers out there and a thank you to all my readers. It means a lot to me to know that there are people reading my story. Thank you all!

-Eissalande