Yeah... 'nother long update. Sorry 'bout that, but yet again i was busy. n.n Plus i couldn't think of what to do for this chapter... I should really work on planning ahead, shouldn't I? Well... at least there's the fact that i have certain things planned in my head for what'll happen, like what i'll have going on when Sherry regains her memory and personality back, when they find the culprit of who did it, who they'll fight, etc...

Hope the chapter's not boring, but i had to make it in order to set up the stage for a return of a certain character! Buwahahahahaha! (no, it's not Zophise. In fact, it's somebody Brago and Sherry have already fought. n.n If you know who they are and where they originally fought them, then good for you. 'Cause they're headed that way towards the fight!)

I have just discovered the fun and joys of drawing chibis... Heeheehee! n.n

Enjoy the chapter! Read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Konjiki no Gash Bell and I never will, so get that strait or prepare to face the men in white coats!


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Chapter 11

Moving on with the Plan

Two weeks and three days had passed since Sherry regained some of her memory. Every day she seemed to contemplate more and more on what she could recall and was still rather upset about the fact that this was all she had left of her past. Yet no matter what happened, she would return to that obnoxious hyperactive mood.

Not that I had been complaining about it. As a matter of fact, I believed it was better for her to laugh than to cry all the time. Because I knew that now, with the way she had been acting, she would come to me when she was upset. Although I wished that this was over with... Even though she was happy she still didn't read my spells with enough emotion. The previous Sherry's anger and hate towards all demons (especially one in particular) had given her an enormous amount of power that we used to our advantage.

Speaking of which, just the other week we had regained the Giganoreis spell; Sherry was thrilled about this. That meant that there were only two spells left until we were back to where we had previously been: the Ion Gravirei and the Dioga Gravidon. When we regained it we had been training, and the next thing we knew Sherry could read another spell. I remembered for a while that this had been one of our most powerful attacks... But after I gained the next two, those had become our strongest. Although my Dioga Gravidon was one of my strongest attacks, I knew I still had others. Sherry just hadn't unlocked them yet. I wondered when she would...

Training with Sherry had become slightly... easier, if you will. For once she would actually listen to me, or at least attempted to; the old Sherry never exactly listened to me either. But give her about an hour and she'd be back to doing whatever it was she enjoyed doing... I was curious as to whether complaining was one of them, because she would certainly do that quite a bit. This angered me, but there was nothing I could do about it. If I threatened her, she would cry. If I did nothing to her, then she'd either yell at me for not giving her any attention, or she too would do nothing... literally, or, again, she would cry. Something always bothered her...

I guess we weren't so different from another after all...

However, now that Sherry had been getting better at fighting (we hadn't been in a battle once since our last fight-- the one we failed), I believed that it was now time we went exploring around the world like we used to do. The only reason we had come back to her mansion in the first place was to pick up more supplies... And then that was when she lost her memories and personality.

When I had told Sherry this, she was not pleased. She yelled at me and said that this was her home, and that she didn't want to leave. I merely responded that if we were to find more demons to defeat then we would have to leave the mansion sooner or later anyway... They wouldn't just come to us like they had been for the past two battles.

"Sherry, I remember you saying that you wanted these battles to end quickly," I said as I fixed my gaze upon the upset woman in front of me. "So why don't we just go already? There are plenty of other demons out there that we could defeat!"

Shaking her head violently, the woman took a step back and stared at me harshly. "No! I don't want to fight, Brago," she said as her eyes gleamed. "Besides, you said that when a demon's book was burnt they'd go back to the Makai, right?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, I can't afford to lose you! What if we went out to battle and your book caught on fire? I don't want to risk that! I don't want to lose you, Brago. I couldn't bear it if you left...!" Tears were now rolling down her eyes as she said this and after a moment she averted her gaze to me, and we held eye contact for a long minute. "Please, Brago, don't do this... You said you had more spells, ne? Then we can just regain them and---"

"There's no time for that, Sherry." I shook my head with an aggravated sigh. "We haven't gained much here in the few weeks this whole event started. We're behind in everything... We need to get moving. The spells will appear quicker if we actually go out and do something."

"But I have been doing something!" insisted Sherry. "I've been training here... with you. You mean a lot to me, so we're not going!" A blush took an outbreak on her face as she said that so she turned her head away, breaking the eye contact.

I sighed heavily and looked around. This was getting annoying...She was so stubborn at times. But I couldn't help but feel an unusual feeling inside my chest. Damn, this had been happening more and more often... Would it just go away?

I turned back around with a scowl clearly seen on my face and said: "It doesn't matter what you say, Sherry. We're heading out. Pick a random place on a globe and we'll head there as soon as we can."

With a huff, Sherry turned around after stomping her foot. "Fine!" she snapped. "But don't blame me if anything happens, alright?"

At least I had gotten her to accept the answer, no matter how much she hated it. Currently we were on a bus, headed for the airport. We were to leave for Germany in a couple of hours...

I sat to the left of the woman near the very back of the bus with my arms folded across my chest. Sherry had been staring out the window for quite some time now, watching the scenery whirl by. Next to her foot was a small bag that she had used to pack and carry everything she needed (I managed to persuade her that she didn't need to bring in her entire closet-- which she would have done if I had said nothing); my black book was lying on her lap.

I always felt comfortable when my book was where I could see it... especially if Sherry had it. And it wasn't just here recently I started feeling this. I had always felt this way because I knew that the woman was loyal to me and wouldn't let that book out of her sight-- no matter what happened. Even with her old personality gone she still did some of the things the old Sherry would do... Just like this.

In front of us was a girl quietly reading a book, next to her an elder lady was skimming through a newspaper; and to the right of Sherry was some punk listening to music on headsets. Off to the side was a boy and girl talking about different things, the boy had his arm wrapped around the girl's shoulders while her head was leaning on his. I heard Sherry sigh after a minute, and when I turned around I noticed that she was eyeing the two.

"If only..." she mused in a distant voice, her eyes sparkling as she said that. I gave her an odd look as my brow deepened to a frown. She seemed to feel me staring at her, so she turned to look at me with a slight hint of pink on her face. "W-what?"

"What was that about?"

Her blush deepened and she quickly turned away. I don't think I'd ever understand her with this nonsense going through her mind...

Eventually the bus came to a stop and Sherry grabbed her things and we both hopped off the bus since we were now at the airport. I looked up and realized that we had been to this one only once before... It was when we had first started our travels in the beginning of the war...

"Come on, Brago," Sherry said as we headed into the main building. I stared around us: there were so many different humans walking around carrying luggage and headed in random directions. There were some who were off to the side, chatting about flights to take or others at a shop or sitting down. I hated how these places were like labyrinths... So confusing...

Somebody suddenly walked by and bumped right into me, knocking me on the shoulder. I growled lowly as I turned my eyes in the direction of the human who had run into me.

I also hated how crowded these damn airports were...

"Brago?" Sherry was staring at me oddly when she heard me mutter a curse. I turned to look back at her, trying to push that the other annoying human out of my mind.

"It's nothing." She seemed to accept that answer, so we continued on our way.

After a while of getting prepared for the flight and talking to some ningen at a desk in the front of the building after waiting in line for who knows how long, the two of us finally managed to find where our flight was and sat down on two rather uncomfortable chairs. All the seats were slightly rundown looking and had a dull grey color to them... So different compared to Sherry's at her mansion.

I stared out the windows that were behind us and could see a variety of planes, each a different size and color. One of them was pulling out while in the background I could see one landing. I turned back around to look at Sherry, who had a smile on her face, her eyes sparkling.

"I can't wait to go to Germany!" she said and I blinked. I thought that she didn't want to go. Since it was on my mind, I asked her reason why and she merely replied with a giggle: "I changed my mind."

With an aggravated sigh I rested my elbow on the arm of the chair and placed my chin in my palm. "Whatever," I said and there was a silence. From where I was I could see a group of people headed towards our section and they ended up sitting right behind us. I glared at one of them whom were staring at me and he quickly scrambled away from his standing point to be with his group, almost immediately engaging in conversation. There was a sudden surge of loud, annoying voices drifting into my ears and I growled with agitation.

Great... more noisy humans...

"Oi, Brago," I turned to look beside me where the woman was after I heard her call me. She looked around for a quick second (I guess to make sure that nobody was listening) and then turned around to face me once more. "Do you think we'll find any demons in Germany to fight?"

After a moment of thinking, I just smirked and replied back, "I'm sure we will."

An unhappy expression overwhelmed her features and she stared at the ground, fiddling with her thumbs slightly. "Oh..."

Just by reading the expression on her face, I knew what she was thinking about. I didn't know what compelled me to do so, but I took my left hand and rested it on the woman's shoulder. "My book isn't going to get burnt," I reassured her. I still didn't know why I did that...

Sherry merely looked at me oddly and then smiled slightly as another blush spread across her face. "Alright..." She rested her hand on top of mine, which was still on her shoulder, and for some damn reason I didn't remove it. I just didn't feel the need to do so...

We both probably sat like that until the position became rather uncomfortable. I removed my left hand from her shoulder and set it back in my lap. I then noticed that the people around us were now beginning to stand.

"Get up, we're leaving," I said as I too stood up as well. Sherry nodded and grabbed her bag and my book as we both headed in line.

I wasn't sure what kind of mamodo we would find or face in Germany, but I knew that something or another would happen while we were there. I was sure of it.

I just didn't know what quite yet.