Here you guys go! A new chapter, and it's a Moritz one. Enjoy!

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Pleasure

Moritz Stiefel sat with his wall to the back of the church, his hands were wrapped around his legs and his head rested on his knees. He was staring out into the graveyard, thinking about what to do next. He knew that he couldn't return home, and Melchior was bound to leave soon. What was Moritz to do? He looked around at the gravestones that filled the cemetery behind the church. He wondered if anyone would bother to buy him a tome stone after his death. If anyone would even bother. Why would they? He was just a drop-out who had no real use in the world. Maybe he should have made use of the gun that he had in his pocket that night in the woods. Maybe things would have been better if he had just done what he had gone out there to do. Maybe…Moritz pulled his legs closer to him and began to weep. He then suddenly heard a brush against the branches on the ground. Someone was approaching. He looked up and was surprised to find a beautiful maiden in a white dress with long black hair appear out of the corner of the church. An anger if there ever was one.

"Moritz?" She asked, looking at Moritz's pathetic display.

"Y-yes," Moritz answered with a sniff.

"Moritz! I come bearing the most wonderful news." The angel came and sat down at Moritz's side. "I have convinced Melchior to stay here. Now you can stay with him, instead of running off. Isn't that fantastic, Moritz? You can stay here! You can really stay." The angel smiled down at Moritz who was trying to take all of this in. Maybe there really was a God, because this must have been His angel. Who else could perform a miracle like this? The angel wrapped herself around Moritz and Moritz found himself smiling down at the dark haired beauty.

"That's b-brilliant news," He said to her. It really was, he would finally have a place to go where he wouldn't feel unwelcome. He looked up and saw that the sun was setting. He had better start off to Melchior's house soon if he wanted a warm bed for the night. This is way he begrudgedly freed himself from the angel's embrace. "I-I thank you s-so much." He smiled at the angel who was practically beaming in response.

"My pleasure, friend," she said, giving Moritz a little kiss on the cheek. Moritz felt a surge of heat and strength go through him. He suddenly felt like he could face anything. This angel must have been from God to be able to give him this kind of strength. He rose from the ground and helped his angel up too. His new found strength coursing through his veins. "If you ever need anything, don't be afraid to ask me, Moritz." Moritz smiled in return to her offer and headed off to Melchior's home.

"Moritz?" Frau Gabor said, opening the door to fin him standing there. "Is that you?"

"Y-yes, Ma'am," Moritz said. "May I c-come in?"

"Why certainly," Frau Gabor said stepping out of the doorway and letting Moritz step through.

"Is Melchior home?" Moritz asked, looking around as if his friend were right inside the door.

"Yes," Frau Gabor said, closing the door, "But may I ask what you're doing here, Moritz? The last that I heard, you were trying to make enough money to go to America." Moritz suddenly remembered the letter of desperation that he had sent to Frau Gabor only days before he was thrown out of his home.

"Actually, Frau Gabor, I-I've come to ask you if I m-may stay here for a while?" Frau Gabor gave him a shocked expression. "You see, m-my father has thrown me out on the street and I'm looking f-for a place to stay until I c-can find a line of work and make my own living." Frau Gabor's expression immediately went to one of shock to one of sympathy.

"Melchior!" she called down the hall. Melchior appeared out of the doorway that led to his room and came to see what his mother needed. His expression changed to one of surprise when he say Moritz standing beside her.

"Moritz? What on earth are you doing here? And why are your clothes so dirty?" Melchior said, giving Moritz a full once over. Moritz had forgotten that he must have looked terrible, sitting down in the dirt for so long.

"Melchior, Moritz is going to be staying with us for a while. Please take him to the bathroom so that he may wash up. Oh, and find him something nice to wear while he's in there," Frau Gabor said, pushing Moritz toward Melchior. Melchior gave Moritz a look that was full of questions, but none that he would ask in front of his mother.

"Follow me," Melchior said, starting off down the hall with Moritz right behind him. As soon as they stepped into the bathroom, Melchior closed and locked the door. "Moritz, what are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry, Melchi, but my p-parents threw me out on the street and I couldn't think of anywhere else t-to go." Melchior's expression changed just as quickly as his mother's had.

"Oh," Melchior said, looking down at the ground, "I'm sorry to hear that." His eyes feel on the cabinet under the sink. He then proceeded to open it and pull out the towel that was inside. "Here." He gave Moritz the towel. "You wash up. I'll return later with some clothes for you." Melchior still couldn't seem to look at Moritz as he unlocked the door and opened it.

"Melchi?" Moritz said.

"Yes?" Melchior asked, stopping in the middle of the doorway.

"Thank you," Moritz said, offering a smile.

"My pleasure, friend," Melchior said, looking Moritz in the eye and returning the smile before closing the door.

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