L held her hand.
"Are you ready?" Vesta asked.
"I-I think so."
"Good."
The Angel opened her wings and flew off. Higher and higher they went. The clouds were closer, but they didn't feel any colder.
"Whaaa! Ahhh!" L was panicking, waving his free arm about trying to find something to grab onto. He ended up grasping Vesta's arm.
"It's ok, relax, even if you do fall, I can still catch you, and you won't die."
Hearing her words somehow made him calm down.
L looked down and around. Below him was the suburbia part of a city. There were lots of houses, and tiny figured moving around in small streets. Up above were the clouds, but beyond that, the stars. He looked at the moon, a small childhood song popping into his head.
I see the Moon and the
Moon sees me,
God bless and Moon and
God bless me.
How ironic, he thought.
"Vesta?" L turned his head to the side.
"Yeah?"
"Can anyone see us?" The angel sighed in reply.
"Lawliet, you don't have to worry about people seeing you anymore. We're invisible to everyone, just like Shinigami are."
"How do you know my real name?"
"Lawliet, ever since you turned 780 days old, I've been watching you. Not the whole time, obviously, I've been watching a couple of other too, but every so often, I'd come down and watch how you were doing. Sometimes, I'd even be in the same room as you."
"Really? I just, it never occurred to me that, well, I was always being watched."
Vesta laughed.
"Have you heard of near-death experiences?" She asked.
"Well, yes, obviously."
"That's what happens when someone sees their angle, but lives to tell the tale. Usually a very messy and slightly tricky story. If you felt you were being watched, there would've been a lot of trouble, especially since this is the great detective we're talking about."
"I guess that makes sense…"
"Ok, we're almost here! Close your eyes!" Vesta was almost excited by this moment.
"Why?" Lawliet asked.
"It gets really bright, just, close them for a bit."
"Ok, I'm ready."
"Then here we go."
All Lawliet felt was as quick jolt forward and turning feeling in his stomach. Everything had happened so fast, but yet, he didn't feel scared about it at all. Something about Vesta was so different, it somehow made this how experience tolerable, possibly even wonderful.
He felt the moving sensation stop, and opened his eyes.
"Ta-da, here we are!" Vesta said, holding her arms out.
It was a small room, with a few couches and a coffee table in the centre. The walls were made of matte wooden boards and the floor was covered in a thick soft carpet. He could feel it between his bare toes. The was a small set of China of the table, along with a teapot with a stream of steam rising from the spout. There was a little fireplace, but there wasn't anything in it at the moment. A little hallway was visible on the left corner, and on the opposite side of the room, there was a little kitchen. The house seemed quite normal, until you noticed there wasn't a single piece of technology of mechanical part anywhere in sight.
"What's, what all this?" Lawliet asked, looking around.
"My house?" Vesta replied. She had also changed clothes. Now, she was wearing a loose pair of pants and a thin blue t-shirt. Her loose hair sat in waves around her shoulders. Lawliet couldn't help but stare.
"You look quite surprised, anything wrong?" Vesta tilted her hair to the side.
"Oh, nothing, I just, I recognise this place from somewhere."
"Really? I mean, I based the design off of an old Norwegian hut. It's a bit more, I dunno, clean I suppose though. Anyway, sit down, sit down, there's a lot to talk about."
"Oh, ok then." Lawliet sat down on the couch, but instead of squatting like usual, he sat cross legged.
Vesta went and poured themselves a cup of tea each.
"Sugar?" She opened a little porcelain box beside the tea pot.
"Um, yes please,"
"How many?"
"3, if you don't mind."
"Wow, ok." Vesta put the little cubes on the saucer.
"Here you go," she smiled.
"Thank you very much." Lawliet took the tea and began to fiddle with the sugar cubes before he put them in the cup.
What a wonderful person, L thought. She's so polite, like she's one of those people who put others before themselves in every manner possible.
"So, let me properly introduce myself. I'm Vesta. I'm an angle from here, whatever you want to call it. I was born in, I'm not 100% sure about this, 901 BC. I was a Vestal Virgin in ancient Roma, and I was one of the 4 charged with the duty of keeping the eternal fire in the temple lit. One day, 2 men opened the large doors while there was a storm, and the fire went out. I, being the only one in the temple at the time, was charged with the fault and the men got away. I was buried alive 2 days later."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that event," Lawliet said.
"It's ok, it happened what, over 1000 years ago? A lot more interesting things have happened between then and now. Anyway, when I died, I ended up here. After 200 years, I started being and archangel, watching of the people of Earth and bringing them here when they died. I loved doing it, so, ever since, I've done it."
"Oh, so there must've been a lot of people like me who you've met?"
Vesta smiled.
"Oh no, you're taking it wrong. I've taken up many people before, but no one like you. No two have ever been in the same position when they died. But you aren't the first person I've taken up to have been killed by the Death Note, the second actually. And I'm sure there will be a lot more to come…" she faded off. "Anyway, tell me a bit about yourself."
Lawliet sat their confused.
"Haven't you been watching me my whole life?"
"No, not really, about an hour a week, to make sure that you aren't dead and to see how you're going, but I haven't ever spoken to you before, so I can't judge you all that well."
"Ok well, I became a detective, and I started on the Kira case recently," Lawliet began.
"Ok, I knew about this part. Since the Death Note was dropped on Earth, I started paying a bit more attention to you, everyone, actually. How about when you were younger?" She asked.
"Well, when I was young, I grew up in Wammy's house in England. I had a couple of friends, not many really. Socialising has never been a strong point of mine. Everyone knew that, I do to."
Vesta smiled. "Well, you can't be good at everything. Smart, fit, you had to have some weak point, otherwise you'd practically be invincible."
"Thank you. But um, I was an orphan. But, I think you pretty much knew the rest. I went through a Naruto phase once though; I think you might've missed that.
"Oh interesting," Vesta sounded slightly confused.
"You don't know what Naruto is, do you?"
"Not the vaguest idea."
Lawliet smiled, for the first time in quite a long time.
"Anyway, Lawliet?" Her tone suddenly dropped.
"Yes?"
"Remember how I said that people who were killed by the Death Note were special?"
"No, not yet."
"I have to tell you." Vesta looked straight in the eye.