UGHHHH GOD.

This has been like the worst spring break ever. Why? MY FUCKING LAPTOP DIIIED! That's like a death in the family to me.

I had to write this entire chapter at the public library and their computers are older than me. I was hoping that once I got off my hiatus, I would be able to update twice a week like I used too. but noooooooo! Now, I'm only going to be able to get a chapter out once every OTHER week. I'm soooooo sorry :(
#FML

This is a really short filler chapter for you guys. Mainly because I was lacking inspiration.

A gentle breeze stirred the otherwise silent garden, whistling through the branches of dead trees and scattering fallen leaves. The garden had a sinister, abandoned air to it, seeing as how most of the plants were dead, save for a few weeds here and there. The partly-clouded full moon faintly illuminated the garden in a slightly eerie glow. In the center of the garden sat a broken fountain, surrounded a few stone benches. A lone figure sat on one of the benches. Her head was rolled back slightly with her eyes closed, softly humming a relaxed tune as the wind played with her dark hair. She wore a loose, thin black dress covered in rips and bloodstains. The moonlight cast a bluish light over her face, making her already pale skin look a deathly white.

"Interesting to find you here, of all places." a voice behind her said.

The woman jumped,slightly. She opened her eyes, and turned her neck so that only half of her face was visible to the stranger. She took in his appearance. He had shoulder-length brown hair and bright brown eyes. He wore a white gown with a messenger bag slung across his shoulder. A magnificent pair of pure white wings graced his back.

She let out a sigh of relief. "Gabriel." she said. "I thought you were someone else."

The messenger chuckled. "Really?" he asked, "Who?"

An image of the strange, red-eyed demon fleeted her mind. She shook her head to clear it

"Never you mind." she snapped, "Do you sneak up on everyone like that?"

Gabriel smirked. "I wasn't trying to sneak up on you, That's Azrael's thing," he said. "And speaking of Azrael, he wishes to talk with you."

She turned her full attention to the angel. "Is that the only reason you're here?"

"Yes."

She closed her eyes for a moment and nodded. "It isn't like him to request a formal sitting with me. He just pops in whenever he wants to talk to me..."

Gabriel tilted his head slightly. "I believe he requested this because he knew you couldn't reject his invite. He seemed pretty upset."

"But still," she said lowly, "I'm his sister!"

"I don't think that matters right now, Leila," the messenger said. "You need to see him as soon as possible, before he gets anymore upset than he already is."

Leila blinked up at him.

"Yes," she said. "Yes of course. I'll go right now!"

The dark angel stood, her signature pair of deadly black wings sprouting from her back.

"Thank you, Gabriel."

She spread her wings. The messenger bowed.

"It's my job," he said, "you don't have thank me."

She smiled and gave him a slight nod, before taking to the sky and vanishing in the darkness.

"Wrap that up when your done with him, Ciel."

"Okay."

"And be very careful using that hand. You shouldn't be losing anymore blood than you already are."

Leila knelt over Sebastian, dabbing at his injuries with a wet piece of cloth. She carefully watched Ciel as he pulled his wrist away from Sebastian (for what felt like the hundredth time) and began to tie the strip of cloth that once covered his eye around his wrist.

"No need to nag." he muttered.

She didn't seem to hear him.

"Are you sure your eye's okay?" she asked

The boy let out an annoyed sigh. "Yes. It doesn't hurt as long as I keep it shut."

The fallen angel hummed in acknowledgement, but said nothing more.

"Sebastian better be grateful for all of this." he said in a low voice, more to himself than anyone else.

Leila looked up at him. "Chances are he won't remember any of this, so don't hold your breath."

Ciel said nothing, so Leila decided to go on.

"But there's good news. He won't be needing anymore of your blood from now on."

The hopeful statement caught the boy's attention, and he snapped his head up.

"How can you tell?" he asked.

Leila rested a hand over his heart.

"His aura," she said, "It's weak, but still much stronger than it was yesterday."

She paused to move her hand up to his forehead.

"He's fighting off Seraphim's effects surprisingly well."

Ciel blinked. "Will he wake up soon?"

She stiffened.

"Yes," she said slowly, "But for the sake of your safety I don't want you near him when that happens."

Her sudden change in behavior did not go unnoticed by Ciel.

"What? Why?"

She hesitated. Ciel was quickly growing impatient with her.

"Tell me!" He ordered.

She stood up suddenly to tower over the boy, the rag clenched in her hands was dripping with Sebastian's blood.

"I don't know!" she burst out. "I just have this feeling. Like it's not going to be pretty. I just know! Trust me, okay?"

He instinctively flinched. Her outburst had shocked him.

"Alright," he murmured, "Where do you want me to go?"

Leila almost felt sorry for scaring the boy. "Not far," she promised, "Just make sure you're out of his sight." she suddenly remembered her daughter. "Make sure you take Akuma with you."

Ciel pouted slightly. "This is stupid."

"I don't care," Leila said, "You won't need to leave for a few hours, so get something to eat in the meantime."

Ciel stood, and even though Leila was a good two heads taller than him, he still looked her dead in the eye.

"I'm tired of you telling me what to do." he hissed.

"No one ever said you had to listen to me," she spat back, "And if I recall correctly, I've had save your ass like four times this pass week. You would be smart to listen to me."

Ciel nearly slapped her, but managed to control himself.

"Really?" he said. "Because you could have just as easily saved Sebastian!"

Leila's eyes narrowed, but she decided it was best to back off.

"Fine," she said, "Do what you want."

Ciel's stomach suddenly growled.

"But you should still get something to eat." Leila chided.

"No," he said, "I'm tired."

Leila looked at him as if he was stupid.

"Then go to sleep," she said shortly, "And when you wake up you can go get some food."

"Whatever"

He walked over and sat down next to Akuma. He leaned back against the wall within minutes he was snoring.

The dark angel folded her wings against her back and bowed down before a tall, hooded figure.

"You wished to speak with me, Azrael?"

After a long silence, the figure replied.

"Yes," he said in a cold voice. "Let's make this quick, shall we?"

Leila was confused. Her brother was typically kind to her. She was one of the few people that he favored.

"That sounds good, brother" she said.

"Alright," he said. "Leila, what are you?"

"An angel." she replied after a short pause.

"What kind of angel?" he asked.

"An archangel."

"An Arcangel of the night" he corrected.

"Right," she said.

"Now tell me, Leila, do archangels kill demons?"

Her eyes widened. How did he know?

"Yes."

"Are we supposed to show them mercy?"

"No."

"Do they even deserve our mercy? Do they deserve God's grace?"

"No"

"What are they?"

"They are evil. Abominations. A population of pests that must be controlled."

All her answers were automatic. robotic, in a way.

"Good" Azrael said. "Now answer me this question: Why did you allow that demonling to live?"

"I don't know" she said.

The death angel sighed.

"I think you now, sister, I thought you said we would make this quick."

Leila looked at the ground.

"He didn't act like a demon. He didn't smell like a demon He spent the whole battle hiding in a tree. He tried to run when I confronted him. I didn't see him as a demon. I guess one would say that I pitied him."

Azrael watched her in silence for a long while after she finished speaking.

"Look at me." he said.

Her guilty eyes flickered up to meet his.

"I don't care what he acted or smelled like. He's still a demon. He does not deserve pity. We do not spare demons. We kill them. They are not our friends. Am I clear?"

She nodded. "Crystal clear."

"Good," he said. "If this happens again, I'm afraid there will have to be consequences."

She stood. "I'm sorry."

Azrael pulled his hood back, revealing long white hair and dark eyes.

"There is no need to apologize." he said, "Just don't let it happen again."

"Okay," she said pathetically.

He flashed a rare, small smile.

"I need to go," he said, "I have a gathering with the reapers to attend."

Aww, I think Ciel is having his man-period. The two of them were getting along a bit to well to be realistic. Ciel doesn't like being bossed around, even if its by the person who 'saved his ass' like four times. God, I love that line.

So yeah. Leila made a no-no by letting Raum live. Bet no one saw that coming -sarcasm- So what will happen when they meet again? A action-packed fight to the death? Nah. A heartfelt secret love confession? Wait what? FUCK NO! like seriously, of you actually thought that was gonna happen, you need to GTFO lke right now.
like, seriously.

'The Wanderer'
The one-shot you requested was juuust about finished, but my laptop had to be an asshole and die. The story was saved on the laptop, so for now the story is dead untitled one-shot had a very special place in my heart. Why? Because you see, most of the kuro fanfictions (and most fanfictions in general) that involve self-harm tend to be horribly inaccurate and actually a little insulting. I have lost a very close friend to suicide, and I have struggled with depression myself. It isn't a subject that should be trivialized the way it is by most people who write these kinds of fics. I can only hope that my fic did it Justice.

Well now with the depressing rant out of the way, I must say good bye.

Until we meet again,

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