Dear Reader,

If you have only seen the Pita-ten anime, then I am sorry for you. This story is based off the wonderful manga about a boy and his angel.

Of course there's always a disclaimer. ; All these wonderful characters belong to Koge Donbo, the writer and illustrator of Pita-ten.

My story takes place 3 months after book 8 and was inspired by a small role play that I had with my very own angel. ; It contains many SPOILERS if you have not already read the series… so… well… You have been warned.

Most characters are in this story, but it evolves mainly around Misha and Kotarou. If you don't like this pairing… well… boo hoo, you can leave now. >P

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Chapter 1: How to not exist

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Misha blinked the tears out of her eyes. Lying next to her was a sleepy Kotarou, his body limp, and his mouth hanging open. He was dreaming a wonderful dream, and Misha could tell. If only she could see what made him so happy… If only she could wrap her arms around him and cuddle him. She wished her lips could touch his cold pink cheeks and she could feel his soft skin as she had before.

But, unfortunately, even for angels, some wishes just don't come true.

The sun was slowly waking up from its nightly slumber and its dim light filled some of the sky. The curtains were pink and orange from its soft rays, and the darkness no longer took over the small apartment room.

The light shined on Kotarou's face, but shined through Misha as if she was transparent… and as it turns out, she was. At least, she was in the human realm. No normal human can see angels. They can't feel them or hear them either. It was… as if angels in the human realm… didn't exist.

As much as she wanted to hug Kotarou once again, she knew it was the price she had to pay. It was her wish… She was finally a full-fledged angel. No one looked down at her anymore. No one thought bad thoughts and no longer did the color black fill one's eyes when they gazed upon her. It was what she always wanted. But… why wasn't she happy? Why did so much sorrow fill her soul when she looked at this boy's face?

Allot of times Misha would lay with him when he slept. She'd follow him to school, watch him laugh and smile with his friends, and even gaze into his determined eyes as he stayed up and studied for his class work at nights. She was so proud of her Kotarou-kun. He was happy, and he was standing on his own…

Still...

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Misha fluttered down into the angel realm with tears still planted in her eyes. She tried to rub them out, but to no avail. Her tears kept flowing, crawling down her red cheeks and dripping off her chin. Once they hit the clouded floor it soaked into the surface, disappearing from sight.

Unfortunately for Misha, if Sasha saw her like this she'd probably comment on how weak of an angel Misha was. It always butchered at her heart when she was told she was no good. All those years of higher angels judging her, when poor Misha herself never judged a soul. It was hard for her, but she had gotten through it. As long as she had Kotarou to tell her she was his angel… his GOOD angel. But now Kotarou wasn't there for her… or rather… SHE could not be there for him…

Misha, becoming angry at herself, finally stopped her tears and rubbed at her red eyes. She sniffled once and then made her way forward, staring down at the clouds when she walked.

Oh Kotarou-kun, she thought to herself, you don't know how much I miss you everyday…

"Well, finally!" a familiar voice shouted from ahead.

Misha looked up, abit in shock, and seeing that it was Sasha, she frowned a bit. "Hiya, Sasha-chan… su…."

A grin formed on Sasha's face, seeing her sister finally in a beautiful white dress. But the expression on Misha's face put Sasha's grin down a level. "Why the long face, babe? Didn't you enjoy your week in the human realm?"

Misha put on a Sheepish smile. "um, y-yup yuppers! Su! I Gots to see Kotarou and them all… they all seem so happy, su… it's really-weally great to havy-wav it that way… but…" Misha fumbled with her fingers and looked down again, feeling a bit uncomfortable in the moment.

"But…?" Sasha's grin had completely disappeared from her face. "But what…?"

"But…" Misha froze as she felt the tears go down her cheeks again. "I… I wish I could hold him…"

Sasha glanced to the side and you could tell in her expression that she was rather annoyed. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a little sympathy. Misha had always been so weak when it came to this "wonder boy". She had put off every attempt to study just to be with him. Well, obviously, Sasha figured. It's going to be hard for her…

Misha's quiet sniffles caught Sasha's attention back to the subject. "Misha, sweetie… REALLY, didn't you 'hold' him enough?"

"Nu-huh, su!" Misha replied, feeling as if she could just fall on her knees. "No ways! It's been too longy-wongy since I've held my Kotarou-kun… I'd do anything to touch him again!"

Sasha sighed. "Well it WAS his wish to never see angels again, Misha… you can't just CHANGE that…"

"Not even for one daysie-waysie?"

"What are you trying to say?" Sasha cocked one eyebrow and crossed her arms. She tapped her foot a bit, suspecting there'd be something Misha was going to ask.

"Sasha-san………" Misha gathered the courage to look up at Sasha and stare her in the eye. "Could you….."

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The high pitched sounds of chirping pierced at Kotarou's sensitive ears. He could feel the warm sunlight shining on his face, causing him to wince just a little. With a few blinks, his eyes adjusted to the light and he stared out the curtains, pondering on simple things.

The first thing that came to mind was his dream he had that night. As it came into his thoughts a small smile formed on his face. One glistening tear made its way down his cheek, but he couldn't allow himself to cry anymore than that. He rubbed at his eyes and chuckled a bit, glancing at the bunny clock next to his futon.

Guess I woke up before the alarm could sound…

He sighed and gently laid back in the covers. He had awhile before he had to get ready for school, and he didn't want to waste that time on just anything.

Kotarou loved the mornings. Even when he was alone, he always had his thoughts and memories about waking up with Misha by his side… and as long as he continued thinking of her… it was like she was there every day.

Oh, Misha-san…, he closed his eyes and drifted into his thoughts. Sometimes it gets really tough when your not here… but because of you, things are so much easier than they were before…I just… sometimes… I just…I wish I could see you again…if I could just--

The alarm rang with an echo into his ear. Another tear slipped from his eye as he sat up to turn the noisy contraction off. Letting out a long sigh, he gathered the strength to pull himself up from the covers and up to the window.

"..." He gazed out at the city as his body pressed against the cold glass. I wish you were here…

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END CHAPTER 1

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Ah well, that was a little fun to write. ; yeah, it is kind of boring right now… just trying to tap into their feelings first. >3

The next chapter will feature Koboshi, Ten, and the others, and a little thoughts about Shia as well. ; In Chapter 3, I believe, we'll find out that OBVIOUS question that Misha is going to ask. :D

Hope you enjoyed so far ( ;; if only I could make a doujinshi instead of a story… :sniffle: )

Cappy