After leaving the hospital, with her newly casted ankle, Arisa rode home with Hikomi who invited her to stay for a while. She wanted too but she didn't want to burden Hikomi and her family so she declined and used the key under the mat to enter her home. She heard snoring and saw her mom sprawled on the couch. She sighed and went to the kitchen to make herself a sandwich or something. The cast was a hindrance to her movement but she eventually got the hang of it after falling about fifty times in the hospital. It was actually a pretty serious break and the doctor advised her not to go out too much. It hurt quite a but but she had a good threashhold for pain. She would have to miss school though, but her family wouldn't be home much.
Wait, what's the downside of that? She mentally asked herself. Then she remembered the flute. It was STILL missing.... She eyed the ring then took it off and started repeating several really stupid mantras, [none of which worked], and she finally stopped when her sense of idiocy broke the meter. She would wear the ring every day until it turned back, and even the ring still held some sentiment....
Her dad had been a musician and had left it to her when he died. Or so she liked to think. In all truth, he probably just left it behind like her. She had been about 3 or 4 when he left and they found out he was dead a year or two later. She sighed, set the ring in the box by her bedside, and even though it was only about 6 pm, dosed off, letting dreams of music and memories fill her head, until the end when a rather familiar white haired person showed up. She woke up right about then.
What the heck?! Why is he in my dream?! She mentally spluttered.
It was gonna be a long night considering she woke up about 10 minutes before Midnight. Arisa rolled over and sighed. Looking out her small window and watching a hawk dive into a distant field, catching it's prey with powerful blows and exhilarating grace. She smiled to herself and right at Midnight, fell into another sleep, this time, a dreamless one.
The three exorcists sat on a hill, watching the skies rather than sleeping in their hotel room. It still sent shivers down Allen's spine whenever he heard the hauntingly familiar words. He could almost recall the piano score to it. They had been attempting to track the source down since they arrived but it sounded as though it came from every direction at once. It was impossible to locate and they might as well be searching for the worlds smallest needle in the worlds largest haystack.
Lenalee listened, just as Midnight struck, to the singing. The haunting ballad that was untraceable. She sighed, looked at her companions and shook her head. This was almost completely hopeless, they just waiting for the day Komui called them back. Allen's discovery of a possible exorcist was promising but they were only about 90% sure. They'd have to tell that awful man, Leverrier, or at least tell someone and the girl would be forced into service whether she wanted to go or not.....
Lavi was the first to stand, helping Lenalee up and they slowly walked back to their hotel. They were all quickly losing faith in cracking the case of the Midnight singer. They were fed up of this town and none of them would ever fit in with kids their age.
They all lay down and sleep, dreaming different dreams. Lenalee was dreaming about going to the order when she was younger. Being forced there. She didn't want this girl to go through that but she knew they'd have no choice.
Lavi was calculating Allen's prospect of yet another Noah with a story he and his grandfather had been reading up on a lot lately. It involved an almost novel like story of a forbidden love and the Earl's claim of dominance.
Allen was dreaming about something terrible. It was a nightmare to say the least. He was filled with such an agonizing sense of loss and dread and the same word kept echoing in his head. "Aki" was what it was saying.... over and over calling out in such a despaired tone. Was Aki a person? Why was such a dream haunting him? He didn't even know an Aki! Then a thought hit him. Was this the Noah sealed in his memories talking to him? Was this Aki his problem or was it the 14th's? Or was it both of theirs? His mind came out of the horrible feeling of pain and loss and he started pondering what this meant. Why was he dreaming something like that. What was this?!
Somewhere far away, most likely in Japan, a deep and sadistic chuckle rippled through the air. "So, the two who should never have been born have both finally chosen hosts.... Things are getting more interesting every day!" The chuckling grew louder and more psychotic as the others present just started grinning, their golden eyes glinting.