How appropriate that he should have to ride up towards the heavens to see an angel. That is what Solomon thought as he rode the elevator up to the very top of the building.
It was actually rather ironic, for all her free spirit, Diva rarely went anywhere but the business buildings or homes of her chevaliers; her knights. And when she did it was always in the presence of one of them. Not that she necessarily wanted to do things this way, in fact, Diva had only occasionally shown vibrant interest in someone accompanying her and often didn't care one way or the other. It was only because her chevaliers were compelled to protect her that one of them traveled with her everywhere.
For some reason, though, she always seemed to enjoy being up in or on high places, which is why she chose to be here, on the fortieth floor of the Cinq Fleches headquarters building, a completely glass-constructed floor but for the one wall that the elevator came up into and the supports that kept it from collapsing.
Suddenly the elevator chimed louder than usual and Solomon began to take a step forward, the elevator doors as his shoe touched the floor just in time for him to walk out of the elevator, looking around the virtually mid-air fossil museum for any sign of his "queen".
Being that the few things in here that were not glass were white stone and that both the girl's skin and most of her dresses were pale or white, it was often difficult to find her, and near impossible if she had decided to play hide-and-seek with whoever got off of the elevator. Usually the only clue to her location was the long silky main of blue-black hair that she had, but that seemed to be absent.
"Diva?" He asked the whole room curiously, walking around it. Solomon checked in the fossils' ribcages, as she often enjoyed hiding in them, curled up, seeing how long it would take for someone to find her. Yet she was in none of them, so he continued his search, walking under a long, tall white-stone arch, hoping to see her drinking tea or the like at the small table up ahead-
-and the arch began to giggle.
His steps ceased after making it about a yard past the arch and Solomon turned around, smiling up at the arch.
"Good afternoon, Diva." He spoke happily, though it was with a calmness he always had.
She turned her head towards him, a single long strand of her hair slipping free and dangling in the air against the white arch.
"Good afternoon, Solomon. I haven't seen you in quite a while." She remarked similarly, her happiness suppressed yet in a quieter tone as opposed to a calmer one.
"My apologies, Diva. I've just been so busy with work lately."
She pretended to sigh, or perhaps she meant it, he could never tell, and looked back up at the glass ceiling.
"Work. That's been your explanation quite a lot lately." She remarked, neither sounding playful nor upset.
"But Solomon, how long has it been since we played together? I can't even remember the last time you and I played hide-and-seek."
Solomon tilted his head, realizing she had been correct, and to think that once upon a time they used to play all day, as if she were a energetic kitten.
"You're right, Diva. I wish we had time to play more."
"We have right now." He heard her whisper cryptically from behind him, causing the blond man to turn around, seeing her sitting in one of the chairs in front of the table. It frightened virtually anyone she'd ever shown it to; her speed. Yet he, and the other chevaliers, had realized by now that she was merely playing around and seeing if she could get an amusing reaction out of her visitor.
"Oh, good. You've decided to come down. It was starting to hurt my neck, looking at you up so high." He joked lightly while approaching the table, chairs, and her.
"You're a doctor, make it better." She responded playfully, staring at him as if he had agreed to be part of a tea party with her and her non-existent stuffed animals.
"Every time I look at your face, Diva, all of my aches and pains melt away." He praised her, immediately eliciting a loud, beautiful giggle that encompassed the entire floor.
"Oh, Solomon… you have such a way with words. You should have been a poet." She further teased him. He shrugged, pulling out a chair quietly and sitting down in it.
"So, Diva, did you want to go somewhere? Or did you just want to see me?"
Her head tilted slightly, her rosy lips brought back slightly and revealing a few immaculately-white teeth in an amused smile.
"I wanted to hear about who you were playing with today."
His eyes almost widened.
"Oh dear, you knew about that already? I wanted to surprise you."
Diva shook her head, as if amusingly gesturing at how silly he was being.
"There's no need to be so tricky, Solomon. Especially when you know I don't like waiting to do things."
"Yes, I know. You're very rambunctious." He told her, knowing she would find the last word amusing if only because it sounded "silly".
"Perhaps, but that's only because I never have anything to do that's fun enough."
He thought about it, and then leaned back slightly in his chair.
"Well, if you absolutely must know." He relented in a tone that made it sound as if she'd won at something. Diva immediately gave him a big smile, knowing that he always knew how to make her feel better.
"It was a light-blue-haired main with also blue eyes and a katana."
Her head tilted slightly in interest.
"Hmmm. Was he with my big sister?" She asked, rarely calling her twin by name.
But Solomon shook his head.
"I don't believe so. He was a bit too… overt, I believe."
"Overt? You mean he acted like an animal?" She inquired teasingly.
Solomon gave a quiet little breath of a laugh, to this day surprised at how she could be so childish for the most part and then suddenly have an amazingly-accurate perception of anything.
"To an extent. I wasn't able to fight him for very long, you see. I had-"
"-work to do." She spoke for him, immediately bursting out into another giggling storm.
"What's curious is that I believe that for the most part he is stronger than a chevalier." He mentioned, instantly getting the no-longer-laughing girl's attention.
"Stronger than a chevalier… you say." She spoke, perhaps more to herself than to him. Then Diva looked him straight in the eyes.
"I want to meet this man." Came the statement that was both a request and a demand at the same time.
"Unfortunately, I do not know where he is. And I don't believe Amshel would allow you to do so anyway."
Her smile suddenly faded away, replayed by a big frown and a sad pout.
"But why? I haven't done anything recently."
"Weren't you just dropping pennies off the roof of the building the other day? Seeing if you could make the moving dots below make a heart, I believe you were trying to do."
"Oh, but that wasn't anything serious. I didn't even get any of them." She further pleaded.
"Diva, you know Amshel doesn't care about that, he cares that you were up on a slippery glass roof playing around. You could have gotten seriously hurt doing that."
Her pout turned over, showing frustration now as she crossed her arms and looked away, closing her eyes.
"Well no one ever comes to play with me anymore. What did you want me to do? Stay here and turn into a fossil like these other things in here?"
Solomon sighed, resting his chin on his hand.
"Even if it wouldn't be a problem, I don't know where he is. The only thing I figured out about his motives is that…"
He got a thought.
One of her eyes opened, gazing at him in curiosity.
"Is what?" She questioned.
"Diva, if I were to theoretically take you to see him, would you promise to behave and only 'play' or eat that man?"
Both of her eyes were open now, and she looked down in thought. Then her face and her eyes returned to face him, both seeming to sparkle in the sunlight.
"I would do that for you, Solomon." She spoke, smiling a moment after. He smiled back at her, letting his hand fall down silently to the table.
"Do you have everything you need, before going out?" He asked her playfully.
"I do." She responded, barely keeping herself from giggling again.
"Well, then, let's get going, shall we? It's a long drive."
She nodded, her blue eyes beginning to shine in anticipation.
"Let's."