Hmm where to start looking, Dareka thought, floating through the skies above his homeland. I guess it’s best to follow somebody around.
Two days following a policeman. Three days spent following people who worked at the hospital.
Dareka sat up atop a tree. “What am I doing?! It’s been a year! Just how am I going to find who killed me!” He grumbled, crossing his legs with a pout. “Maybe if I looked through records.”
Resolved to finding someone who had access to those records, Dareka got up and started to float around the big cities.
Four more days of this, and getting nowhere, and Dareka just fell asleep atop of a city bus.
With a yawn and a stretch, Dareka woke up to be out in a rural town. “Woooow so far away!” he said in awe, looking around the morning atmosphere. He floated up and stretched, starting to look around.
A young man with dusty blond hair dressed in blue caught his attention. “He looks familiar… But from where?”
“Yeah, I’ll be back soon!” called the young man. He waved and started his morning jog.
Curious, Dareka floated down and followed the young man on his jog route. He followed the young man all the way back to his home.
“Wow a martial arts dojo~” Dareka cooed, flying around the other like some kind of annoying insect. At least the man couldn’t see him.
The young man nodded to the masters and sat himself down in his bedroom, beginning to look over some hard literature books. Dareka floated around the bedroom, watching him.
“Konya, it’s time for breakfast!” came an old woman’s voice.
“No thanks!” the young man called back.
Dareka looked around, stopping when he saw the man get up and pick up a photo album. “Reminiscing?” Dareka guessed, floating over to see.
Just as Dareka got close enough to see a page, Konya slammed the book shut and chucked it to the wall.
“Oh well,” he grumbled annoyed, picking up his previous book.
The toss startled the angel so much he flew backwards and hit the wall. He fell and his golden ring halo went clank clank, and rolled across the floor to hit the young man’s back, and fall to a stop.
Konya turned to around to see what hit him, picking up the halo. “What the heck is this?”
Dareka stood up to fly, noticing he couldn’t. He rubbed his head and looked for his halo, “Uh oh…” His eyes followed up to the young man. “ACK!!! Give that back!”
Konya looked to the other, then to the ring in his hand. “No!” He said stubbornly, crossing his arms. “You dropped it!”
“But it’s mine!” Dareka whined, rushing over to grab it. “You shouldn’t have it!”
WACK!
Dareka was held back easily by Konya’s palm, and at arm’s length away he couldn’t get even an inch close to his halo.
Dareka pulled back, sitting on the floor. “What the heck? You shouldn’t be able to touch or see me…”
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