Takara opened her violet eyes slowly and looked around. She did not reconize this place or the smell that hovered heavily in the air. The room was not her own. A simple bed and a small wooden chest was the only thing that furnished this room. There was not a window, however there was a solid oak door. The kind that would not break easy.

It took a moment before it came to her. Her mother was dead, and Takara now was in enemy territory. Tears slipped down her face. A sob passed her lips. She wanted her mom. She wanted to be back home.

A knock came from the door. Takara lifted her head.

A familiar dark haired man opened the door. His sage green eyes stared at brown haired demon for a moment. He did not come any closer, rather he hovered near the door as if expecting the child to come flying at him to make her way out of the room.

"I wanna go home," wailed Takara.

"I wish it was that easy." Shima said. His soft voice barely carried through the air. If not for Takara's exellent hearing, she would have heard nothing.

"Why can't it be?" sniffled Takara as she looked over at Shima.

"Because it can't," replied Shima sharply. His eyes narrowed as he stared at Takara. "You are not in the safty of your mother's territory, Takara. You are in the sixth layer of heaven. No demon has ever entered this place. So you are alone. No one will come to your aid."

Tears began to fall once again down Takara's face. She shouldn't be crying. Not in front of the angel who murdered her mother of all people, but she couldn't help it. The tears couldn't seem to stop.

Shima looked away as if embarressed by her tears.. He said softly but still sharp, "There is cloths in the chest. Get dressed. When you are done knock twice on the door. Gabrial wishes to see you. And I would not recommend keeping him waiting."

"What does he want with me," asked Takara looking up, but it was to late. Shima was already gone. The door shut behind him.

Takara debated remaining there and refusing to move. It seemed like a good idea, but then Takara sighed. Shima had killed her mother, so it was best not to get him -or Gabrial - angry. She did not want to find out what would happen.

Takara got up slowly and made her way tho the dresser. Inside she found an assortment of clothing. After shifting through it, Takara found a red shirt accented with a black long dragon on the back. With it, Takara grabbed black pants and a red boots.

Takara quickly put the items on herself, placing the clothing she had on the bed, and she walked towards the door. No tears stained her face any longer. Takara would be strong. She knocked twice on the door and waited paciently.

Shima was the one to open the door.Quietly scanning Takara with his eyes, he nodded. Sadness filled those sage green eyes as if Takara reminded him of a memory he wished to forget.

"That will do," said Shima softly as he turned around and began to lead Takara down the hallway. Silence surrounded them as they made their way out of his house - or at least what Takara persumed was his. On the street, angels stopped and stared at the girl. Hate filled their gazes.

Takara glanced down and stayed close to Shima. wherever they were going, Takara hoped they would get there quick. Anything would be better then the stares. Finally, Shima stopped in front of a large gold building. Shima and Takara made their way up and into the building.

"Shima? Can I ask you something?" Takara asked as they began their way towards the building's large doors.

"Yes?" asked Shima. He did not look at her.

"Why do you have dark hair when all other angels I seen have fair hair?" asked Takara confused by this fact. Then she asked, "Do dye your hair or something?"

Shima's eyes were dark as he said, "I was born with it."

"Oh," said Takara. Then after a minute she asked, "Shima?"

"What?"

"Do you know why Gabrial wants to see me?"

"No."

Takara bit her lip and for whatever reason Takara decided to play annoy-angel-Shima. "Shima?"

"What, Takara?"

"Why do you have so much clothing?" Takara asked.

"Incase I need it." Shima said glancing at Takara for a moment.

The image of the silver headed female floated to her min so she decided to ask, "Shima?"

"What is is, Takara?"

Takara decided to ask. "Where is Amaya?"

"Filling out paperwork, I imagine."

"Does she like doing that?" questioned Takara.

"No. And I don't see why you ask when she was going to kill you last time."

"Donno. Just though I'd ask. Helps pass the time of my impending doom, ya know," shrugged Takara, Umm. . . Shima?"

A sigh passed his lips, and Takara knew he was becoming annoyed. Shima stopped at the door and asked. "What now, Takara?"

"How much longer?"

"We are here." grumbled Shima as he opened the door to the building.