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The Pigeon: Ch. 9, Part 1That odd day of Alma following me around practically became routine. He blatantly refused to go back upstairs except once in the morning and once in the evening, to watch the progress of the sun. I supposed there was nothing really of value for him up there anymore. Maybe Allen was right; our mission had gotten him used to seeing more people and talking to more people, so he couldn’t easily go back to his old ways of imposed isolation anymore. I guessed that Allen would probably object to my letting Alma spend the long nights in my room…
A difference between yesterday and today was that Alma faithfully followed me into the dining hall for breakfast, although at first he panicked at the energy of the place. Before long, though, even he settled in nicely with the morning conversation, as though he had been chatting with Allen and Lavi every day for his entire life.
It was almost too easy to forget that this strange new routine hadn’t been normal forever. I had to remin
The Pigeon: Ch. 8To my mild frustration, I still woke up earlier than normal, but at least I had gotten a little bit of rest. I needed it after the big akuma fight…
The room was brighter now, with little beams of light entering from somewhere outside, and I could see the shapes of the rest of the furniture. I noticed immediately that Alma was no longer at his place in front of the desk, and I worried at first; but then I recalled his habit of going outside before generally anyone else was awake, and I calmed myself.
I put weight on my feet slowly enough that I wouldn’t get dizzy. Why was I getting up at this time, anyway? I guess I just needed to get out of bed… sleeping too deeply was almost worse than not sleeping enough.
My mind drifted to the sunrise. I suddenly wondered whether life at the Black Order would be the same once I got back. I guess there was nothing stopping me from going upstairs and watching the sunrise every morning, not now that such a visit with Alma was such a
The Pigeon: CatharsisAlma seated himself on a stool that had been pulled out from the desk on one end of the room, and Allen closed the door behind him. The room was practically bathed in black, save for the yellow-orange light cast by the one candle on the desk that made Alma’s face look almost green. Upon witnessing this I noticed a darker line across the bridge of Alma’s nose, at which time I thought perhaps the firelight was just casting an odd shadow. But after another couple of seconds of thinking I realized that this scar had been there the whole time, and I had never cared to pay attention to it. It was almost as though the slash he received in the fight was a continuation of an older wound, and I wondered with a jump of my heart whether this one wouldn’t scar, too.
Allen took his place at the wall parallel to Alma. I had a sudden paranoia that I might be stabbed from behind.
“So, anyway,” Allen began, too casually. The room’s silence framed his voice ominously.
The Pigeon: Ch. 6I was losing count of the days, but that was fine. Being an exorcist was more fun than I anticipated.
I had a good breakfast every morning, and the sunrise was nice when I could see it, but with winter’s variable mood I didn’t let my spirits fall too far when the clouds were too sleepy to wake up and move. Alma was always waiting for me in the same place, and when I was slow to rise in the morning he would stand expectantly outside my room until I stepped out and agreed to climb the stairs with him.
The other exorcists were all nice, too, once my morning was over. I had plenty more chances to wander around the Black Order and discover the other rooms there… and I also went on lots of adventures! Not all of those adventures were missions, but I had the chance to go on a couple more missions, too. Those were both just as exciting as the first one, although I didn’t tag along with the same friends both times. I got to fight a few more akuma, although I still could
The Pigeon: Ch. 5I forgot most of the rest of that mission. On that second morning, I woke up cold as seemed normal nowadays, but nonetheless went outside for some fresh air. Again, the town was chilly, lonely, and unmoving. I almost didn’t feel welcome here until the sun rose reassuringly, and I went back inside to prepare with Allen, Kanda and the Finder.
I thought for a while that we would have to stay in the town for another night, but we managed to accomplish our mission in the afternoon without any more mishaps (and Kanda stuck with the group the entire time, miraculously). That was exciting for both Allen and me – completing my first mission without getting injured was quite the milestone. After a five-minute celebration, we packed up and turned back around for home.
The walk back to the tunnel hadn’t decreased in length, but it seemed a lot shorter. Perhaps that was because I was practically skipping for a lot of the first part. That made time pass faster, for sure
The Pigeon: Ch. 4Thankfully, the rain stayed at the edges of the horizon last night, so the evening was dry, but the moist feeling from that morning still lingered like a grudge. I guess winter was the least forgiving season, as it brought its tough cold down on the world and muffled the conversations of its life; but like the other seasons, winter wandered through and then left, leaving a space for a more cheerful guest.
The chill was growing more noticeable now that autumn faded into nothing more than a memory. I admired the evergreen trees below the Black Order that could retain their color throughout the year, standing out against the spindly, wasted limbs of the others who shed their leaves to avoid starvation. I wondered whether I would ever go to another place that was colder in the winter. Did other towns get as much snow? Did they even have winter? The world was too busy for me to contemplate it all at once. Even the Black Order was too big for me to contemplate all at once.
I ensured that I w
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