I am sooo sorry that I haven't updated in forever, but I have a reason! The reason is that school has started for me and it started with 6 tons of homework. Okay, I may be exaggerating(sp?) things. Well anyways, here's the second part to my Demon Ororon fanfiction. Like always, I don't own the characters. I hope you like it and I hope it was worth the wait. So please read, enjoy, and reveiw.

Chapter 6: Corpus Resurectus Pt. 2

The beam of light could have been seen from Earth as well as hell. Many people had stopped all that they were doing to see what the light was from. It couldn't have been from the sun nor the moon because it was too thin and not wide spread at all. Some people even tried to run to the source, but everytime they ran closer to it, it seemed so far away that they just gave up.

Mitsume didn't bother to even try to get to the source of the light. Unlike the people around him, he didn't seem as bother by the rare phenomenon. Nobody seemed to notice him sitting on the bench as they were all to wrapped up with the strange beam of light. Mitsume smirked as he saw them staring with awe.

He had seen many strange things happen. Most of them occured one year ago. When that guy, Othello, took out his eye. He remembered so many things from that event besides losing his eye. He had lost the few people he could even acknowledge as friends, if he would even call them that. They were the group of bounty hunters that he had been with and some of them he hardly ever considered a friend.

Mitsume leaned forward on the bench so he could get a closer look at it without getting out of his seat. He had to admit that he was slightly interested by this strange event. However, something told him that he shouldn't be so fascinated by it and he had seen stranger events. He remembered these strange people who claimed to be from hell and he had believed it. He still believed it. Why? He wasn't quite sure himself, but he guessed that it might have to do with the fact that he himself was strange.

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Chiaki looked up from the table to see the strange light in the distance. She stared at it for a moment trying to figure out what it meant. Deciding to take a closer look, she stood up from her chair and headed outside onto the balcony connected to her apartment. She leaned forward against the railing to watch the mysterious light.

She started to feel an odd feeling the longer she spent looking at it. The feeling wasn't a terrible feeling, like she wasn't getting sick or anything. The feeling was just weird. She felt both good and bad at the same time. She wasn't quite what to make of the feeling. She debated whether she liked the feeling or not in her head while she continued to look out at the bright beam.

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Othello smirked as he saw Ororon's eyes start to slowly open. The spell had worked. However, there was lingering thought in the back of his head that more than just one person was resurrected. Othello had to admit that he was effected by this new thought, but let it neither show nor let the thought get to him so much as to make him worried about resurrecting someone like Oscar.

Ororon lifted his eyelids as if he had just been woken up from a nice nap. He gave a type of twitch as the beam of light continued to shine directly into his eyes. He groaned a little as air started to fill his lungs. His body was slowly starting to wake up after a year of sleep. It would be hard for him to move around for a bit, but he would be able to walk soon, as well as talk. He lifted his head and saw the staring sets of eyes looking at him. He smirked as he saw most of them with expressions of awe. He heard some footsteps get louder and louder until he saw a familiar face appear before his own. "O-Othello?" Ororon asked in a weak voice.

Othello smirked and held out his hand to help Ororon up. Ororon struggled in sitting up and had an even harder time standing up. Othello immeadiately used himself to support Ororon. Ororon looked around to see all the people gathered around. He could recognize some of them such as Charles, Yotsuba, and others. He noticed that Charles still had that cheery smile that he remembered and still hadn't cut his hair to make him actually look like a man. He also noticed that Yotsuba still carried around that canteen fill with whatever beverage of his choice, mostly alcoholic. The memories of everyone he had known before started to flood into his mind. Not to his surprise, the memories he had of Chiaki remained in his mind the longest before they shifted to other ones.

Ororon's strength started to return to him with each step that Othello helped him take. Ororon let Othello guide him around the room in order to bring his legs back to a functioning order. At first, he took small baby-like steps. Later on, he was able to walk properly. Othello led him to a chair that he gratefully sat down on. Standing up and walking around for only just a little bit wore him down because of the inactivity his body had for that one year. "You did it," Ororon finally said, talking about the resurrection spell.

Othello nodded and said, "Yes I did."

Ororon smirked and said, "Took you long enough." He looked up to see Othello smirk back. There was silence for a moment as both brother were trying to think of something else to say to each other.

"So how's Chiaki?" Ororon then asked, his smirk fading away. It was replaced with worry for the half-angel.

Othello gave a small chuckle and said, "I thought you were going to ask about her. If you didn't ask, then I'd be worried. Well, she's doing okay."

Ororon glared at him, still worried about her. "What do you mean by 'okay'?" he asked.

Othello sighed and said, "Well, she's lonely, let's put it that way...Why don't you see her yourself?" He smirked at the suggestion that he gave his younger brother. His younger brother grinned back and stood up from the chair. He wobbled for a few moments before he was able to steady himself. Ororon slowly walked past the group of people and headed towards the exit. He stopped at the exit and said, "By the way, thanks." He didn't turn around to look at Othello, who grinned, nor the other people, in whom some were still in shocked that the spell worked because they didn't believe that it could work. Nevertheless, Ororon was walking, talking, and breathing as if he had been alive during that one year of absence.

YAY! He's back! Well, I wouldn't have written this story if I didn't bring him back. That would just be mean. I'll try and make the next chapter asap, but it'll be hard considering that school started. I hoped you liked it and reveiw please...it helps motivate me to write the next chapter. Also, thank you all for your reveiws. I'm trying to think of what all of you want and put it in the story and I have a few options now on how, but now the problem is that I don't know which one to use. I hoped you like it and reveiw please!

-Eissalande