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Chapter 9

I don't know how many hours Satoshi and I were standing outside the store. It took me forever to convince him to come in with me. I was finally forced to just walk in and hope to God that he would follow.

"What can I help you with?" the man at the counter asked me. He had a green mohawk, a leather vest, with many pins and band badges on it, and a pierced nose. It was an interesting sight.

"I'd like a tattoo please," I said, probably sounding like a dork.

The man nodded, writing something down on a piece of paper. "Age?"

"Eighteen," I lied. He believed it, though, and asked me what kind of tattoo I would like, and where. I looked at the little booklet he gave me and decided that I would get a rose on my right shoulderblade. I payed him and followed him to the tattoo station. It was then that I noticed Satoshi had come into the store.

"Can I help you?" the man with the green mohawk asked as Satoshi came walking over to me, eyes shifty.

Satoshi shook his head. "I'm with her."

Green mohawk man nodded in approvement. He then looked at me, picking up a strange-looking needle. "It may hurt a little." I realized then that maybe getting a tattoo was not the best idea.


When Dark had disappeared that night, and left me in the Ferris Wheel by myself, I was scared shitless. I must have leaned too far out of our cart, however, and I soon felt my body falling forward. I tried to lean back and grab onto the door, but missed.

I was falling... out of a Ferris Wheel... and I was headed straight for blacktop. My head would be crushed. My blood would be everywhere.

I was going to die.

I couldn't look away from the death that faced me. I should have shut my eyes, but I kept them open. It was as if I were in a dream, just waiting for myself to wake up. The something happened.

Just before I hit the ground (no, it was literally right before I hit the ground), I saw a white feather pass my line of vision. There was the blurry sight of a head, and then a chest. I felt arms wrap around my body, which felt like it was going to break at any second, and then felt as if I weighed nothing. It was so weird... like a dream, and I was flying...

Then there was a collision. I was flung to the side, landing on a twig or two, but not hard enough that my head would crack open. Afraid, I opened my eyes and tried to see what was going on. My hair was in a messy bunch, and I thought my heart would jump out of my chest.

Then I saw it.

Whatever it was, it had wings. White wings. I couldn't see the face, but I saw an arm reach out and grab me. I tried to struggle, but then I saw a trickle of blood running down one wing. It was hurt...

"Don't look at me," it ordered harshly. The voice was deep and gruff, but it somehow made my heart feel like it was in a hottub.

"What are you?" I asked, my voice cracking. It sighed, and then hissed in pain. "Do you want me to help you?"

"No." It let out a groan, but did not loosen its hold on me. My back was facing it's chest, and I could not bring up enough courage to lift my head. It's one arm was wrapped around my waist, and the other held my wrist to my shirt, pinning me."You need to get out of here."

"But you're hurt," I said, concerned. "And you saved my life... I owe you something..."

"No," It replied quickly. A soft rumbling sound was ejected from the back of it's throat, and I felt it shift slightly. "Just... next time... don't ask what I am."

I felt my stomach fall. "I'm sorry..."

"Just..." It- I mean... he- paused. "Get out of the park."

"Are you an angel?" I blurted out.

He let out a 'hmph', but then hissed in pain again. "... No... I'm not." He sighed, probably more tired than he had ever been. "I'm just a normal kid like you." Before I could say anything else, he added, "Please... just get out of here. And... can you do me one favor?" I nodded, swallowing. "Don't look back at me."


Green mohawk man was right. That tattoo hurt like nothing else I had experienced. I almost screamed the first few minutes, but instead held onto Satoshi's hand and squeezed it every time it hurt. It was kind of sweet of him. Not minding that I was crushing his hand and probably breaking his bones, I mean.

The thing that shocked me the most, even more than Satsohi agreeing to get the tattoo of a sword with fire swirling around it on his upper arm, was that we were actually doing this.

Satoshi Hiwatari and Risa Harada... getting tattoos... in America.

We were actually fricking doing this.

It wasn't like us at all. In any way, shape, or form. I mean... we had changed.

In my mind, I wondered if it was for the better or for the worse.