Where the hell? -Closed-

[Kizoku]

Kizoku stood below one of the angle statues. It stood well over her height and was chipping down form the weather. Who were you? Why were you so important you got such a lovely headstone? Obviously you weren't an angle, or you wouldn't have died. So then why Her pale hand lightly touched the cold worn down stone. She frowned ever so slightly her other hand touching her patched eye. She was almost sure no one thought of her as an angle, or anything even close. A sigh.

Slowly she dropped her hand and sat near the foot. This, all of this was ridiculous. She didn't even know what the guy looked like, just his name. Just 'Rykoyo'. And that hadn't helped her find him, let alone his butterfly. "This is just ridiculous." she said out loud and shook her head. Why was she even looking here? Sword and Cross of all places, like the angle would really spend any amount of time here. She cursed silently and shut her eyes. This was starting to feel hopeless.

Her hand went back to her eye patch, which was blue today, and matched nicely with her blue tank top and short shorts. Today, something would happen. She'd be dammed if she let nothing happen. Again.

[Rykoyo]

As seemed to be the norm for him, Rykoyo found himself in a place entirely not of his choosing. In this case, of all places, on the Sword and Cross campus. Slightly startled, his guard slammed up to full bore. There were those here who knew him for what he was, which was very dangerous indeed. He was in the graveyard, and that did not sit well with him, for he had reason to be suspicious of such places. Regardless, he wandered the rows of markers and headstones, reading the names and dates that meant nothing to him in themselves, but gave him a pang for them being there. All humans, he was sure. Eventually, he came to a group of angel headstones. Sitting at the base of one of them was a small figure, a little girl, he saw as he neared. She seemed familiar, and he wracked his brain for her name, but came up blank. He did, however, remember turning around a rainy day, but little more than that. Her eyes were closed, and, very much wishing not to startle her, spoke quietly.

"Hello. You seem familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"

He paused, then added,

"My name is Rykoyo."

[Admin]

Kizokue let out a soft sigh and stretched her hands high above her head. As she relaxed a voice reached her ears. Slowly she turned to face the voice. Rykoyo. What were the chances of that? A small smile passed her lips and she giggled.

"I'm not sure...But I'm" she paushed, she risked him remembering if she used her name... she let out a fake cough

" I'm Morgan." She said with a soft nod.

She smiled again and folded her arms behind her back. Now just to find his butterfly and keep him from figuring it out.