Angels with Earth
*Masayuki*
I turned on the video camera and hit record.
Do you believe in angels? I have asked quite a few people this question. They gave me some rather interesting answers.
"Isn't that a Western notion?" a high school girl asked on camera.
"I guess…" Michiro answered with a puzzled look on his face.
"Not really," a seventh grade boy answered.
"Yes did, I think," an old woman told me.
"Angels do exist; just ask my girlfriend, man!" one of the local punks answered with a cheesy grin on his face.
"No, I just don't think angels exist. I just don't."
The answers are all pretty much the same. Some of them are intruding while others didn't seem to match the question I was asking. What do I think? I turned the camera to face me.
"Yes," I spoke into the microphone, "I do believe in angels. I fact I personally know one."
Her name is Kurosawa Baby Doll. She died back in 2005. Okay, she's more of a ghost in a sense. She can't go to Heaven yet because she wants to find out who murdered her. I turned the video camera on her in the library. Baby Doll rolled her eyes at me.
"What?" she hissed.
"Say hi to the camera," I said.
"Why?" my friend hissed as she kept her eyes on the computer screen. Clearly, she still doesn't like me yet. I will have to work on that later.
"Have you found anything in the public records?" I asked as I focused the camera on the computer screen. She tried to hide it from me with her shoulder.
"No," that angel hissed at me, "Could put the damn camera down? Why are you filming me anyway?"
"I'm just making a little documentary," I told her. The frown on her face deepened.
"May I ask why?" she hissed at me. She tried to dodge me, but I kept the focus on her as she moved. I shrugged with the camera still filming in my hand.
"Just felt like it," I said, "Come on, give me a break." Baby Doll gritted her teeth.
"Look!" she snapped, "If you're going to help me out here, out the camera down and help me out, damn it!" Some of the people in the library shushed her. I gave her quite a goofy smile.
"Shhh," I said in a joking way, "We're in a library, remember?" She stuck her tongue at me and returned to the screen.
"Shut up," she told me, "Where did you get that stupid thing, anyway?"
"I borrowed it from the school," I said while I was still filmed her typing on the computer.
"By 'borrow,' you mean you 'stole' it, right?" she asked me rather bitter.
"No, I mean I rented it for the weekend," I corrected her, "Come on, don't by like that."
"Can you blame me?" Baby Doll asked, "You're filming me."
"What? Is there a rule against taping angels on camera?" I asked joking around with her.
"No," she hissed, "But it's rather annoying. Turn it off before I break." I sighed and shook my head.
"Fine, fine," I said. I hit stop and turned off the camera. "It's off now, better?" I asked. She turned to me, frowning. Baby Doll didn't say a word, but she pulled up a chair for me. I smiled as I sat down next to begin around round of searching for her killers.