The Right Way to Hell

Chapter 4 Rest

Picture of the grown up Angel song from Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru OST "Eigou no Shirabe"

Hey my precious. Shit has officially hit the fan. I hoped you like it. I'm still trying to work out some details on how I want this story to go, so be patient. Please hit me with comments and thoughts. I'm really want to hear you guys' point of view. If it's too quiet I get nervous. Anyway, I'll leave you to Angel. Oh and how do you like Sin? ENJOY!

I wake up to no pain. I move cautiously. Still no pain. I open my eyes. Was that a dream? No It couldn't be. One cannot just imagine that kind of pain. Movement catch my eye. I find Sin huddled in the corner looking above me terrified. I move toward him cautious. "Sin?" He jumps, his eyes snapping to me. I can see him relax slightly.

I reach him relatively quickly considering how small our room was. Usually he wouldn't be housed with anyone but the 'home' is severely over run. I'm kind of glad for this. Sin couldn't handle being alone. I smile warmly at him. A smile graces his lips and some of the fear releases from him. "Angel." He sighs my name and relief. I reach my hand out to him and he take it. "You've been asleep for a really long time."

"Sorry...Let me sit," I order. He move his knees from away from his chest. I grab his leg and drag him away from the wall a little. I move behind him and sit. I move him horizontal from me so his back is halfway against my chest, his butt is between my legs and his legs is parallel to the wall. I wrap my arms around his waist. He leans his face in the crook of my neck.

We sit there for a while just comforting each other. I force my mind blank just listening to Sin breathing. Occasionally he would twitch or jump in fright. I ignore it like I knew he want me to. Eventually the lack of movement gets to me. I start tracing Sin's waist line. He shiver rubbing against me. I sniffle a gasp. "Lets move to the beds," Sin suggest.

I move him and stand up. Before he can lift himself I pick him up bridal style. He laughs. "Put me down you Brute." I snort and huff in his face like a monkey. He laughs harder, squirming. I set him down carefully. He scoot to the head of the bed. I crawl after him. "No! No. Back you beast."

I can't help but to laugh. It's a startled sound. "Beast you say?" I growl teasingly. I shift to one knee, my right foot under me so I can propel myself at any moment. "I dare you to call me that again." I snarl.

He sits cross legged his hands folded in the space between his legs. " You. Are. A. Beast." With each word he leans forward a little. I lunge, knocking him flat on the bed. He giggle like a two year old. Huffing I pretend to be annoyed with his response. I crawl to the foot of the bed turned around three times then lay down on my side. Sin, know clutching his sides, laugh harder. I can't help but chuckle at him. He's so cute.

I continue my act until he finish laughing. His face seems to glow. I look down at him with affection. "Angel?" I cock my head to the side. "Want to draw?" I brighten even more at this suggestion. Clumsily I crawl out of bed almost falling when my foot gets caught in the sheet. Sin chuckles and I shoot him a playful glare.

I grab the sketch book designated to Sin. I have 5. One is from my mother. She wanted to travel Around the world drawing different places. I only drew one thing in it and that's her death. I have two sketch books designated to Sin. One already filled and one only halfway. I have two more for my pleasure I draw things that's not related to Sin in these two. Mainly my dreams and people. I grab the the sketch books for Sin and the one I free draw in and sit on his bed with them. I gave him the finished one to leaf through. And set my free book by my side. I open. Sin's unfinished book and turn to a clean page.

I start to draw after a while. I reach over to Sin without looking and tickle his stomach. "Is my radio broken." I ask over his giggles. He squirm then clear his throat.

His voice fills the space, sweet and soft. I smile slightly, as I draw my roommate. I feel relaxed as I hear Sin turning pages besides me singing songs from this kids show. His voice is light almost feminine.

I finish. Looking down I gaze at the lifelike Sin laughing holding his sides. I erase any stray lines.I lift off the bed walking to get my water colors. As I enter the bathroom to get water. I hear a rush of movement. As I walk out to see Sin looking suspiciously innocent. I glare suspiciously at him.

"What did you do?" He stop singing and look at me in forced confusion. I smile. "You are a horrible actor." I tease. "Give it here" I order holding out my hand.

"Give what here?" He ask nonchalantly, going back to flipping through the book. I notice something that shouldn't be in his book. I snatch it from him.

"Don't look through this one. It will give you nightmares." I scold softly. I crawl back into bed putting my personal book on the other side of me, away from Sin. He pouts giving me killer puppy dog eyes. "Tell you what...You can look inside my mother's book." I say hesitantly. I never let anyone look in let alone touch it before. From the shock on his face he is well aware of this fact. Even I rarely look through it. I don't like giving forth a chance to damage the book nor any of its contents.

Sigh I get out of the bes yet again and hand Sin my mother's book it was real lether with pictures of fairies carved in the cover. Sin took it from my hands revantly. I smile at his seriousness. I don't think anyone else would get how important this small peice of my mother is to me.

As Sin settles down with my mother's book my mind wonders to my odd dream. What the hell was rhat horrible pain? Why was the doctor from yours ago there? I open my personal book, the one Sin tried to look through, and draw the doctor.

He's laying down on the ground. A thick mush of blood and bones spray across the room spraying the bed, floors, and walls red. I feel warm drops fall on my face... lips. The body falls back hitting the floor with a thud.

I snap out my trance. Looking down a my recreation of what happened the first and last time I say that doctor. He haven't interned my dreams in over two years. Why does he now appear. I look over at Sin. He contently flip slowly through my mother's book. A look of awe on his face as he study each picture. I lay back and study his face, still thinking of that night. I was never told who killed my mother. I don't even know if they found the killer. Hatred and anger makes there presence known. The need for vengeance arises, fed by the dark part of me that want to hurt and kill. I clentch my fist.

I hear movement besides me. I didn't realize I shut my eyes until that moment. I look over at Sin, pushing back my anger. I don't know how he does it but he knows every time I have these dark thoughts. I asked him once how he knew he said he could just feel it. I can see the cautious fear. He slowly slide away me.

Sadness repace some of the rage I feel...