Chapter Three
I take the loaded basket back toward Nana, and Husky's house by the long route, avoiding the fruit stall, the sght, and scent of apples Nana was confused when I stopped eating them, doesn't understand why I avoid that tree, but she doesn't need to.
You're avoiding me aren't you. you don't want to deal with my not-real memories. I can feel the pleasure thet voice takes in defining me from you. I ignore it, and the voice doesn't push, instead taking a sudden control of my body that it hasn't had in years, and spinning us around, I sense an anima, a familiar one...
I run towards the small, shabby house where I sense it coming from and push aside the curtain that covers the door with such haste that I nearly tear it.
"Bree?"
Five sets of eyes look up from the table, an old man, three boys, all younger than eight or so, a girl of about six, and her wide green eyes.
"Cooro?"
"Yep! I was wondering what had happened to you."
"Ojii took me in, he runs a sort of...orphanage for escaped +Anima."
"That's so cool! You have to meet NAna and Husky! they used to be +Anima, they're my-" I stop. Parents? Friends? Companions? What have they become to me now.
Nothing. They do not matter. Life is brief.
I wrest my mind back into my own control, taking advantage of the momentary uncertainty.
"I'm sorry for interrupting. I have to go." Saying that, I strech out my wings, flying away as fast as I could, before those green eyes with the shadow of gold overwhelms my strength again. She reminds me of memories.
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Bree watched the winged figure rise against the sunset, wings flashing so bright that it was painful to look, but she didn't turn away.
"Ojii, was that an angel?" Mik was the youngest of the +anima orphans, a four year old dog +Anima.
"I don't know...Bree?"
"Maybe." Bree said, remembering how Cooro had saved her that time...but then, as his clear wings filled with the blood red light of the sinking sun, suddenly, she wasn't sure.
An angel? Or a devil in disguise...
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I'm still writing on a wing. Feel free if you have any suggestions as to where I should actually develop a physical plot (I want the characters doing stuff instead of just talking to themselves and lots of emotional blah...)