The sun shines with all its brightness in the afternoon sky as you walk out of Daten City High. Besides you, Stocking bites off a piece off her chocolate bar as you both walk out of the building, observing the number of high schoolers that were getting ready to leave.

"You know, being 18 hasn't been so bad so far," Stocking says as you both reach the parking lot, "I've been getting lotsa gifts, like, I had to throw some of them away because my locker couldn't fit all of them! Even Brief offered to carry all of them for me. But I couldn't let him do that because all of the guys were doing it!" The goth started to laugh, which made you laugh too.

Man, Stocking has really changed in the last year, huh? She was much more different back then. She had that

Just like Panty. Speaking of her, where is she?

"Anyways," Stocking said, "We should probably get going; Panty's taking See Through and the bus is about to show up. You wanna go to the 13 Cakes? I heard they have a 50% discount on whatever you order! And on my birthday! How lucky is that?!"

Her face was full of happiness, probably thinking about all of the sweets she's going to taste. You flash her a smile, but shook your head and told her that you have…other important things to do.

"Bummer." She replied. "Well then, I'll see you later." Exit Stocking.

As you watch the goth run to the bus stop, you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. With a flinch, you turned around to see Panty.

"Scared ya, huh?" She chuckled. You rolled your eyes, smiled. She pulled out her car keys and gestured towards her car. "Come on, we got a gift to get!"

Daten City. The city where love and desires fly freely.

Situated between Heaven and Hell, Daten City was obviously going to be very hectic, with ghosts and demons appearing pretty much everywhere, destroying the metropolis over and over again. But, a great city never goes down, and Daten City was no exception.

Today, Daten City's atmosphere was calm. There haven't been any ghost attacks in over a month–no thanks to the angel sisters–so the citizens have been more relaxed than ever before, going through their normal routines.

Sitting besides Panty in the front seat of See Through, the two of you were cursing down the city. You feel the breeze brush against your skin. It felt nice.

You look at the buildings passing by. From stores, to bakeries, to groceries, to even houses and apartments, they were modern but colorful.

"Hey Panty, what do you think about Daten?"

"Y'know, for all its ghosts and shit, it really is a nice place. If I wasn't an angel, I would stay here. Stocking probably wouldn't, though." Panty said.

You giggled at that last comment. "Yeah.."

"Actually, how long have you lived here?"

"My whole life." You answered.

The angel made a stop at the red light. She lifted her sunglasses to stare at a hair salon. But not just any hair salon, but the one that you first met her.

"Hey," She said, turning to you, "That salon now has manicures! About damn time! We should totally get our nails done when we get back."

Pause. Silence. "...Do you remember when we first met?"

Yeah. You definitely remembered.

"Stocking, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Who?"

"Shit! Fuck—I mean, sorry. I thought you were my sister."

"Really? You think so?"

"Yeah, you have the same hairstyle as her. And that outfit…"

"Are you Panty Anarchy?"

"Fuck yeah I am!"

"REALLY?! Wait, what are you doing here?"

"Getting my hair done. Duh. What bout you?"

"Im cutting my hair.

"Why? You look great in it!"

"People keep comparing me to that girl Stocking. Its annoying!"

"You mean my sister?"

"She's your sister!? Oh my god, I'm sor-"

"Pphh, It's fine. Anyways, how do you want your hair done?"

"Shoulder length."

"Have you thought of dyeing it?"

"Dyeing my hair? My parents would kill me if I did!"

"Who the fuck cares what your parents think? You'll look great!"

"Maybe.."

"Come on! Let me do it for you!"

"You know, you actually look great with white," Panty said. "You look like a ghost. If I didn't recognize you, I'd kill ya in an instant!"

You scoffed. You hated it when she compared you to a ghost, but you knew she was just joking.

Man, who knew you would become friends with the cock-sucking whore herself? It seemed unreal, but you made it happened. Your influence on Panty was very clear; she doesn't mind eating sweets, doesn't swear as much as she used to, her rudeness was pretty much non-existent, and, surprisingly, she hasn't been getting that good wood in a while. And she was actually focused on the task that Heaven sent her down for, instead of lazying around like some lazy fuck.

Stocking was probably wondering if her sister had a sudden personality change over night, or if she was replaced with some prissy version. Either way, she was liking it.

The traffic light turned green, and See Through was off again.