Angels
By CarrotCraverCutie
Chapter Three:
Daisy Takiyuki Act 3

The bells and chimes abruptly stopped in the darkness, I realized with a jolt. I opened my eyes to see why the wonderful woman had stopped her singing. It took me a moment for things to register in my mind; so I blinked, once. Twice. A third and final time just to see if I really was just delusional and that I definitely was not laying on my back, pressed against the cold tile of the locker room floor.

Okay, I’m totally and completely freaked out now. Where was the lady with the beautiful and mesmerizing voice...? Where were the chimes? The bells?

And who the hell was that Lilac girl?

I pushed myself up, feeling a weird, fluttering feeling in my stomach. I leaned up, moaning softly as I massaged my forehead, a slight ache making its way into my conscious as I tried to put an end to it before it got out of hand.

I knew this was not normal. What was happening to me was not normal. So it was justifiable that I was scared as hell right now, right? But just the fact that I didn’t have any idea what was happening stopped me short. So it was also justifiable that I had burning curiosity as to discover what my mental condition was at the moment. Insanity sounded just about right.

With all that said, the order of operations irked me just a bit; I was more curious than scared. A type of cautious curious that was marked with hesitation more than the scared and dreading tole this new mind frame and situation would have on me.

With a bit more effort, I pushed myself into a sitting position on the cold floor. I groaned a bit louder and audible as I closed my eyes in a wince as I felt a the twinge pain that I felt in my chest area. It wasn’t completely agonizing but it was enough to freeze me in my place as my next breath caught in my throat. I remained unmoving as my mind scanned ahead for any signs of warning as I contemplated what exactly would occur now. Would it be like this morning where the pain was extreme but short lived? Would it–

I didn’t have another chance to think any other valid thoughts as the sudden but agonizing pain swiftly left me immobilized. My chest clenched as the tearing and devouring strength of the hurt left me without enough breath to call for help. I grasped desperately at my clothing in a miserable and futile attempts to pull the pulsating agony away from my body. It felt like something was stabbing me, but with each jab, it got stronger and deeper.

I squeezed my eyes shut as a pathetic whimper slipped out of my mouth before I sucked in another staggering breath. I panted with the effort to keep my mouth shut and bear it, as if the sound itself would tear open my rib cage all together. I squinted my eyes open, my gaze flickering with the newest head rush I received from my over accelerating heart. As my wavering gaze drifted from place to place for something to help, they drifted over to the wall length mirror.

I gasped loudly, even for my ears, and the aftershock of pain shook my body to the core before it drifted away with nearly deliberate slowness.

As my vision cleared slightly, my eyes stayed locked on the object that had caught my attention through the blinding seizure. On the floor in front of the large mirror, was placed a very conspicuous looking necklace. With a bit of effort, I pushed my exhausted and drained body onto my knees as my gaze continued its undivided and transfixed attention on the sparkling chain. Hooked on the bright chain was an even prettier and attention grabbing jewel that held my absolute focus. Dazed, I placed one hand forward, my eyes analyzing the pink gem I positively knew I had seen before.

I silently crawled over to it, not glancing up to the mirror to see my own expression. I knew what I would find: horror, bewilderment, terror, curiosity, and above all else boldness. The hesitation my body seemed to take irritated me slightly, but as I stopped my strides, my knees landing inches away from the glistening necklace I couldn’t bring myself to note anything but my absolute fixation with it. I finally cocked my head to the side slightly, getting a different look at the odd symbol etched into the jewel.

My eyes widened at the confirmation of my earlier identification of the jewel. This was the gem from my dreams, from my visions, from the design I had drawn on the misted mirror in this very same locker room. But what really stopped me short was that it was the same jewel the woman from my vision had on her chest.

My trembling hand reached out as my fingers touched the chilled surface of the gem. I then cradled the pink idem in the palm of my hand, staring it down to size. Glittering in the light, the oval shaped, pink crystal gazed up almost innocently, as if it knew it was the cause for so much mind boggling insanity I seemed to be consumed with as of late. In the dark shade of raspberry, there was a thin and curled line shaped as a heart.

By instinct, I thought to search out for whoever th necklace belonged to and return it. But oddly, my conscience begged me to keep it, even to wear it. I was nearly appalled by the idea of keeping it but the thought also brought a bit of temptation and rightfulness in it. That seemed extremely wrong to me.

I... I-I really should return it... I reasoned with myself, feeling my eyebrows crease with my growing frown. Though I continued to think down the path of righteousness, my body seemed to have other motives. The next valid thought I had, the golden chain was already around my neck and the oval shaped jewel hanging loosely from between my fingers.

I pushed myself up from the floor, the pain in my chest finally ceasing into nothing but a dreaded and strange memory. I wobbled ungracefully to the side for a moment before I caught myself, regaining my balance while staring at my face in the large mirror.

For some strange reason, the absolute heart wrenching guilt that I should have felt pounding on my poor conscious should have been present and well distinguished. Instead, I felt completely neutral. Maybe even a bit smug as I stared down to the orb that rested over my heart, giving a barely noticeable jolt as my heart continued to beat efficiently.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when a light voice addressed me, “...Takiyuki.”

I spun around to fully face Keara.

“A-ah... y-yes?” I mentally whacked myself on the head at the lack of composure on my face and in my voice. Surely she figured something was up. So I took a short breath and cleared my throat before I continued with what I hoped was a nonchalant expression. “What is it?”

The look she gave me made me visibly gulp. But what gave me chills and goose bumps from accuracy and irked my the most was the hint of light that burned in her azure eyes. Her expression was relatively calm as I noticed she probably hadn’t heard any of my words as her gaze was solely on the necklace around my neck. I held back a harsh intake of breath as the glint became more pronounced in her eyes.

I instantly placed my hand over it, effectively blocking it from her penetrating gaze and holding it closer to my chest. I gaze her a composed look as she turned her gaze back to me, feeling a bit defensive for reasons I couldn’t even come to explain to myself.

The way she looked straight at me, into my eyes, reading my every thought and emotion through what she found there, made me feel extremely violated. I didn’t trust my expression enough to hold her gaze so I looked away from it. She knew exactly what I was hiding. I knew she knew by the way the corner of her lips lifted ever so slightly in that exact moment.

Well... that’s what it seemed like to me.

“Is... there something you wanted to tell me?” I asked shakily, not liking the trance she seemed to find herself in as she gazed at my hand again, deliberately placed over my treasure. I coughed lightly, trying to gain her attention back, “Keara?”

She blinked, her gaze meeting my own emerald ones. I actually saw her realization return as she regained her focus, a frown on her face. “You’re going to be late for zoology.” I nodded her my silent thanks, not feeling satisfied with the petty concern. I then decided not to make anything of the out of place concern as I turned to the entrance about to walk past her and about to leave when she stopped me with an abrupt ‘hey’ of exclamation.

I looked down to her, having to tilt my head downward in response to the close proximity I now found myself in. I cocked a brow, a bewildered expression on my face. “Yes?”

She gave me that al knowing look again as I suppressed a shudder of dread. She then smirked, seeming oblivious to my almost ridiculous assumptions. I’m probably just overreacting like usual... How silly of me. “That’s a beautiful piece of jewelry you have there Takiyuki.” She drawled her sentence out almost lazily, her eyes piercing into my own and absorbing my dumbfounded expression. I felt the sinking feeling in my gut as my eyes widened considerably. My assumptions suddenly didn’t sound too off target... She continued as if she hadn’t noticed my expression, her smirk seeming to widen slightly, “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen that around your neck before.” She smiled now, her angelic appearance changing into one of innocent curiosity. “Where on earth did you get such a pretty thing?”

At that moment, I felt that I was royally screwed.

But my best friend must have some sort of sensor that detects my distress... Or she’s just as much an angel as Keara did look like one.

“It’s a Halloween gift of course. From yours truly.” The clear voice rang out through the uneasy silence of the locker room. Keara’s bright eyes flew from me to the new figure at the doorway as she snapped her jaw shut, her glare dominant of the other expression on her face. I held back the laughing the threatened to bubble out of my throat as I stared in relief at my savior.

May stood, leaning against the frame with a cautious gaze as she watched Keara before glancing to me. Her arms were crossed in an almost leisurely stance if not for the way her amber orbs burned of yellow sparks, showing her annoyance at her fellow classmate.

Her face a perfect show of nothing but irritation to any one else, Keara’s eyes looked over the new challenge with vigor. “Oh, you don’t say...” I took the opportunity to jump out the window of the escape route by hastily taking a few steps forward to stand next to May before turning back to Keara. She continued with just the slightest tightening of her azure orbs, “hmm... it is truly a work of art. Tell me,” she placed a hand on her hip, her bratty attitude recovering at full blast, “where did you get such a pretty thing?”

I knew my panicked expression was noticeable on my face as I silently looked to May at my side.

Neither one of them was openly looking to me though.

May answered without the hint of hesitation, her voice rising to a bit of a mocking tone, “auntie works at a jewelry house, so I naturally I had this” she gestured to the necklace as she sent me a wink that I knew even Keara wouldn’t be able to detect, “specially made for my best friend in the world.”

Keara’s sneering mock was as rude as it was insulting. “...I see.”

“Well Smith,” May replied with a chirp as she seemed oblivious to the response, surprising me by taking me by the crook of my arm, “as wonderful as it has been doing business with you, I am sorry to say that our dealings will have to be cut short.” I held back a giggle at the irony and contradiction of her words to her actions.

Keara shrugged, seeming unfazed or bothered as May ushered me away with a pestering pull on my arm. Like a tidal wave though, the day’s events came rushing past me and I glanced back sharply to catch a side glance of Keara.

By the look she gave me, I seriously believed she knew.

-

“Why did you come and get me?” I asked when we had made it to the bustling hallway. “Didn’t you have art?”

She nodded, still holding on to my arm as she pulled me along. “I finished my ceramics project so I figured I’d go looking for you.” She grinned widely, “I was pretty bored and Seck doesn’t have a clue.” A laughed lightly, though the sound felt slightly off. My heart was still pounding a thunder in my rib cage as I gave a responsive nod. My unoccupied hand slowly made its way to my neck and my fingers touched the smooth gem. I smiled softly for reasons I couldn’t come to explain to myself. May’s voice pierced through my thoughts as my head jolted up. “So where did you get that?” she asked lightly, her amber gaze on me.

“Uh...” yes, that was my extremely intelligent and inconspicuous response. I couldn’t seem to focus as I pulled at spontaneous explanations as they filtered through my head. “My, ah...” The words I had picked died on my lips as soon as I had planned to use them. Darn it all.

She cocked her head to the side slightly, a confused look on her face. “Your what?”

I grinned brightly, hoping I would be convincing enough. “Big sister got it for me!”

“Ah... Okay.” She seemed satisfied with my answer as she dodged traffic and groups of underclassmen with veteran boldness. “How is she anyway? I haven’t seen her for... wow, seems like ever.” She laughed as I smiled, liking the direction the conversation had taken.

“She’s doing great actually,” I said, untangling her hold on my arm for a more comfortable latching at the elbows with my best friend in the world. “She starting the remodeling project on the house this weekend. Momma, Tasha, and I are going to head out there to help her with it...” An errant thought made me gasp in excitement and I hurried to get the idea out, “maybe you could come too, May! I could ask sister and mommy if it’s okay!”

May laughs again, her amber eyes free of any type of earlier irritation with Keara, “I would totally love that! I love where she lives too... I’d really love to live in the country like her someday!”

I nodded, avoiding a group of students. “Yeah. That would be pretty awesome.”

While May chatted animatedly beside me, from the corner of my eyes I saw something that sparked my curiosity. I turned my head to see over the annoying freshmen and to one of the classes where my gaze stayed. That black haired girl from study hall was there, talking to a girl that sparked a particular memory...

“Ah!” I had totally forgotten bout Erin! The girl with chocolate brown eyes spoke lively as my gaze stayed glued on her. I was momentarily glad that May had busied herself with the distracting and usually painful task of prying open her locker. Her scarlet flame of hair stood out to me in her boyish cut before it changed to thick and layered in the front bangs the sprawled out irregularly around her eyes. She wasn’t short. Maybe around 5'6'’ or 5'7'’...

Damn... I keep forgetting to talk to her about it. I couldn’t speak to her with anyone else around. It would be... problematic.

“Hey Dais,” I blinked and looked to May who was now standing with a full backpack slung over her shoulder.

I grinned sheepishly watching her daze try to trace back to where mine had been, “yeah?”

“What were you looking at?” She asked, glancing over my shoulder from her tip toes to try and get a better look, her eyes darting around curiously.

Hoping to distract her, I shook my head in a dismissive manner before I latched arms with her again, effectively turning away from the two chatting girls on the other side of the hallway. “Nothing May-May,” I smiles in a slight sing song voice, noticing that my distraction had been a completely success. “Don’t worry about it, babe!”

She grinned, her amber eyes gleaming as we walked away from her locker. “D.D., you really shouldn’t worry me like that, hun.”

I laughed, enjoying and embracing the light and content feeling in my chest. I’ll have to talk with Erin later...

-

From there on out, my day way relatively normal for my usual standards. After the first two periods of class, I decided that I would go on as if nothing had happened. Yup, that’s right. I was a normal high school student athlete. I would forget everything else! It couldn’t be that hard, right? Just tuck away these not so pleasant memories of dreams and visions in a old wooden cabinet in the back of my mind... I wonder if I would even forget that it was there?

The thought made me smile as I kicked my knees up against the sturdy table of the art room. The light pencil strokes on the paper of my sketch book against my right hand made me feel oddly content and satisfied. Of course, I would never tell anyone how much peace and satisfaction I gained for merely drawing; not even May could find out how important it was to me. They’re think I was totally weird and messed up in the head, and that was not something I was interested in putting up with.

My thoughts came to an abrupt halt when my keen eyes spotted and uneven blotch of black on the girl’s right eye. It made it look lopsided somehow... I nearly growled in annoyance as I glanced at my worn down eraser on the upturned side of my pencil. Tedious note taking always came back to haunt me...

I sighed in defeat, being too lazy and fatigued to have any form of action toward the predicament I had found myself in. I really wanted to finish this picture too... I felt my shoulders sulk slightly as I placed the sketchbook back against my raised knees while keeping balance on the back legs of my chair. My emerald eyes scanned my art again, looking for anything I could possibly edit while I didn’t have another eraser.

So I guess I should explain one other thing about myself... I’m what they would call an ‘otaku.’ I’m into Japanese animation, otherwise known as anime, and a lot of the stuff that comes with it. I’ve been into it since elementary school when I read the manga about the brave school girl with the cute uniform that turned super hero in a mere day, learning attacks and her own magical abilities while keeping her secret identity a secret. Sounds pretty cliche to me now but hey, it’s what I started out with.

As I stared down at the picture of the large eyed girl, I noted how my art had developed from the tracing I had done when I wanted to draw that certain schoolgirl. Tracing pictures was always a hobby for me back then, when my poor and uncoordinated hands couldn’t master the developed curves and angles I could now. The girl on the picture was smiling brightly, her head tilted to the side slightly as her hair flowed behind her in a fluent motion though it was frozen on the page. Her cheeks were stained with a light cherry blush as her body showed the laid back but composed figure of her body, still only traced with the outlines of actual clothes.

Again, my gaze was caught by the slight overshadow of her eyelash base and my teeth clamped together as my jaw tightened in irritation. I swear I’m not perfectionist, but this was getting a bit ridiculous...

Before I could even tear the drawing out of my sketchbook in a motion of fury, a classic number two pencil was waved in from of my nose. I sucked in a breath of air in surprise as my eyes widened, “ah!” I nearly fell back as I lost balance on the back legs of the chair I was occupied in but was surprised when I didn’t hit the ground and the motion of falling backward didn’t hit me. I glanced upward after noting that it wasn’t just a floating pencil and that someone was actually holding it there.

I blinked in surprise.

The strange girl from study hall was not holding my chair as it leaned against her for support. Her amethyst eyes had a small but odd look of amusement as I stared dumbfounded at the pencil she held out to me.

Reality came rushing back to me as I regained myself. I felt my face rise with heat as I blushed in embarrassment, “o-oh! I’m so sorry!” I instantly pushed forward to take the weight of myself and the chair off of her.

She smiled faintly, her eyes showing some type of silent humor as she moved to my side, turning her back to the table and leaning back on it while keeping my curious but slightly frazzled gaze. “It isn’t a problem.” It took me a moment to recover from the first impression of her seemingly young voice. It was soft, but held its own sort of tone to it that made me feel like I was speaking to someone who was years younger than me. She continued after a hardly noticeable pause, “I noticed that you were in need of an eraser.” Her smile widened slightly, “at least, that’s what it looked like from my table.”

At her words, I glanced over to the now unoccupied table swiftly, realizing the open but abandoned text books and binder were hers. “Oh... That’s exactly what I needed actually,” I turned my head back to her but realized her attention was no longer on me but the sketchbook I had placed on the table. I blushed in embarrassment as I watched her mysterious eyes scan over the detail of the girl I had drawn.

She paused for a moment before she looked back to me with a small smile, a complete one eighty from the look I had received from her earlier this morning in study hall. “This is really good,” she said, gesturing to the picture as my flush deepened in pleasure. “The basic style is familiar though...” her gaze turned thoughtful as she glanced back down to the picture, placing a hand to her chin absentmindedly, “where did you get the original base from?”

It took me a second to think of my reply, “well... It’s a style that I developed with some of the manga I read as a kid. All and all, I think it’s a pretty wide margin of add ons from newer book I’ve read.”

She gave a small nod in acceptance, looking back to me before she moved to the side of the table, taking an empty chair and sitting down in it. “May I see some more of your art, Daisy?”

I smiled brightly while giving chirp of a nod, “sure!” I pushed my sketchbook across and to the side, angling it in from of her.

She flipped to the beginning and started there, her sharp but somewhat dulled eyes analyzing each one with a level point of view before smiling faintly in answer to my unasked question of value.

I watched her, somewhat ashamed that I hadn’t remembered where I had always seen her before. Of course she was in my drawing and painting class. It seemed somewhat silly that I would forget the girl that sat at the back table of the art room, her head usually lowered in her constant focus of studies or art. I became even more embarrassed at the fact that she should have been easy to remember; it wasn’t like she blended in much with the crowd.

Her hair was short in my standards; raven black that shone with the dancing light of the art room, spread bangs the messily flopped around her cute face before it fell around her shoulders in small waves. The tips though, were tinted in a scarlet shade of red as they fell over her eyes in bangs and her shoulders in layers. Her complection, however, was noticeably pale to me. Her darkened eyelashes accented this feature as I found myself staring at her face in detail now. Again, I found myself thinking of her as young; most likely having to do with her lack of slim cheek bones I noticed in older girls. It seemed she hadn’t really gotten to the point of losing the small amount of baby fat yet.

“How old are you?” I asked immediately, not really covering the burning curiosity as I should have. I bit my lip as I realized she could have seen the question as rude by the way I had asked it.

She didn’t seem to notice–or care– much about the question as she kept her attention on the flipping of the pages her hand was currently working on, “I’m a senior.”

My eyes widened as I blinked in surprise, “what? Really?” I focused on retaining a bit of my surprise, almost sure she would find the absolute amazement completely insulting. “You... ah...don’t look it?” I frowned at the tone my voice had taken as I trailed off into a semi question.

She chuckled under her breath, finding the reaction a bit amusing. “...I get that kind of reaction a lot.”

I smiled slightly, relieved that she didn’t seem bothered by this. I cocked a brow, “ how tall are you?”

She glanced up at me with a mix of a smile and smirk, “it must just be a sport thing to keep track of your own height.”

I grinned. I liked this girl. She was fun. “Yeah, must be.” I continued, slowly relaxing into the usual twenty question type introduction. “Where’d you get the inspiration for your hair?”

“Shadow Sirens...” she trailed off, lowering her gaze with a small shake of her head, “sorry, just some band I like.”

I was beaming brightly, my excitement showing in my lightened emerald eyes, “from Kereau right? I can’t believe I didn’t recognize the style before!”

She looked up to me again with an expression of surprise when I had taken her off guard. “You like them?”

I winked lightly, finding it more than easy to talk to this girl. “You bet. Fave group actually.”

She laughed lightly and I immediately stopped myself short as I listened to the feather light tone it had in it. I liked the laugh. “And here I thought Erin and I were the only ones who liked them.”

I smiled, still distracted and recovering from her odd but comforting laugh. “I thought I was alone on this one too.”

I then continued with the questions until the bell rang. I held back a sigh of disappointment at this before mustering up a smile as she lifted her head, holding my sketchbook out to me as other students began to filter through the door to lunch.

She gave me a warm smile that gave me a weird giddy feeling in my chest as she exclaimed softly, “I guess it’s time to go. I had a great time looking at your art; you truly have talent, Daisy.”

I grinned back in return before a thought struck me when she turned to gather her things at her own table. “Oh! Hey, wait!”

She glanced up from her stack of books she was about to attempt to stuff into her back pack. “Yes?”

I tilted my head to the side as I stood, making the transition of looking up to looking down to her. “I never asked you for your name.”

Zipping her back pack, she lifted it over her shoulder with a small huff at the weight. She then looked to me with a teasing expression, “that’s not a question.”

I rolled my eyes, surprised at the fast friendship I had picked up with the small senior. “Oh, my bad,” I exclaimed with a martyred look on my face, “let me rephrase that one. What is your name?”

She walked to the door as I followed with my arms full of books, too preoccupied to put them into an orderly fashion in my backpack. She grinned up to me, her amethyst eyes shining with her humor as she responded, “my name is Tori Thorn.” She then laughed her odd laugh again and I felt my lips pulling up into a smile at the sound of it. “It was nice to finally meet you Daisy. We’ll have to talk again sometime.”

She stepped out of the classroom, making her way down the hallway before she was hidden from my view as she passed into the crowds of taller students. I paused only for a moment longer before I realized I probably looked like an idiot with a sappy smile and decided it was time for lunch. I shook my head before I walked into the other direction, pushing my way through the freshmen with a sigh of exasperation at the cycle.

-

I sighed as I flopped on my bed after a hard practice. After Jordan had given me a ride home and I had said goodbyes to him and May (she lives near him and I’m just on the way), I took a shower and was now in the process of taking out my books and binder to start on homework... At least, that’s what my game plan had been.

But here I found myself, looking through my backpack for my binder and pulling out my sketchbook to look at it instead of homework. I couldn’t help but smile at what Tori has said about it... the thought stopped me a bit short as I pondered on that one. Why would it matter what she said? May praised my artistic ability all the time and I didn’t think too much of it.

I sighed, not having an answer for my own question as I flipped open the book, looking through the full pages of black and white without really thinking much of it. Well, until something caught my eye.

I stopped flipping through when I found myself on a random page. It was a picture I had drawn of a piece of my visions; the instruments that resembled the wind chimes and bell rod. Below all of the shadings and accented marks, was a comment written in a flowing and envy worthy penmanship.

"Nice detail and realistic shadings...

I’m surprised you remember what the Taintilis and Syphle look like.

I didn’t expect you to."

I reread over the words to see if I was just imagining it there... No, I wasn’t that creative. Taintilis? Syphle? What the hell were those? But as I put the words to the paper with a bewildered mind set, I realized that might be some sort of relation with the names and the instruments? I’d never heard of anything like them...

Breaking from my stupor, I turned away from my book and called, “Tasha! Can you come here?”

My little sister came bounding through my door so quickly I thought that she might have been eavesdropping again. Her bouncing butterscotch hair was tied into high pigs tails as she hopped onto the bed with excited jade eyes. “What is it sissy?” she squealed in her babyish voice. I rolled my eyes at her cuteness, something I couldn’t get over even for the seven years of her existing in my world.

“Sissy needs you to bring me mommy’s laptop,” I paused, thinking over my request for a moment before continuing, “can you do that for sissy?”

She beamed cheerily as she gaze a big and over exaggerated nods of her head, giving her peppy curls another round of bouncing before she hopped off of my bed and skipped out the door. I smiled after her, finding her cheerfulness extremely endearing before I turned back to the book in my lap, reading it over to see if the comment hadn’t disappeared.

It hadn’t but I wasn’t sure if I hadn’t wanted it to or not.

Tasha came back in with the folded laptop in her arms moments later, cutting into my thoughts and dropped it lightly on my cushion. “‘ere ya gosie!”

I patted her on the head before I poked her nose with my index finger as she pouted childishly, “thanks baby, you’re the best.”

She beamed with absolute happiness that would, in all honesty, put the sun to shame. “Thank ya!” She then bounded out of the room quickly, her giggling sounding in the hallway before the pitter patter of her bare feet on the wood of the floor was heard hurrying down the stairway.

I quickly set my sketchbook aside, plugged in the cord and cable as the screen of the laptop brightened into light at the command of the on button I had pressed.

I waited semi patiently as the computer loaded and started the internet connection. After it was finished booting up, I went to the Gaggle website and searched Taintilis first. My fingers hit the surface of the flat keyboard in rhythm as I waited for the search results. I scowled darkly when nothing came up but gave me a list of names and things that I might have meant. There wasn’t a typo though.

I sighed before I searched Syphle in the same fashion. I gained the same results.

I shook my head, trying to calm myself as my bubbling annoyance snapped the screen shut over the keyboard. I leaned my head back against the mountain of pillows I always slept with and closed my eyes, focusing on keeping my breaths deep. I unplugged the cords, turning the laptop off, before I looked back to my sketchbook, opening it to the page and stared at the comments again, memorizing it time and time again.

That would just be another thing to add to my list of things to do, I decided. I would see Erin tomorrow, beat Jordan when he came home with me after school at Super Smash Bros., and ask Tori what these words were.

But also what she meant by me... “remembering”.

I sighed again, rolling over and curling up for sleep without my covers over me but not really caring about that or the fact that it was only eight in the evening. Maybe I would get up early tomorrow morning and do my homework...

I would have scoffed at the idea of me getting up in the morning for that particular reason if I weren’t already too tired and too far into dozing to do so.

Tomorrow, I would get things done.

Chapter Three:
Daisy Takiyuki
Act 3
End

Thus, another chapter of Angels is completed! -grins- Please give me some feedback on my writing so I can improve where it need be. Besides, reviews are fun and inspiring to read for a struggling writer.

Love as always,
CarrotCraverCutie