Pita-Ten- Yuri story

Pita-Ten- Yuri story

Shia woke up, drenched in sweat. She looked out her window. Were there supposed to be nightmares in heaven? The girl rubbed her eyes and took in the cloud-layered landscape. The sky above heaven was covered in stars, a million fireflies twinkling against a blanket of royal black. Turning her vision to the street, she looked at the many buildings lining the gold streets of God%u2019s Kingdom. They consisted of beautiful bricks, all made of the same fluffy material as the white-blue base.
Ever since she had left the human world, and somehow made it to heaven, Shia was lonely. Kotarou, Ayanakoji and Uematsu were still on the earth below. She missed them, but wished for different company. Thinking of the one she dreamed of, Shia sighed and put her head in her hands. Life was not perfect in heaven, at least not for someone who really belonged elsewhere.
In the back of her mind, the once-demon could see pictures of the one she lusted after, her long pink hair and adorable smile haunting her in a delicious way. Tears leaked out her brown eyes, leaving small dark spots on her loose nightgown. %u201CWhy can%u2019t I find her?%u201D she whispered, sobbing. %u201CWhy?!%u201D she suddenly cried, Shia%u2019s tone filled with agony. Her voice echoed out onto the street, bouncing back at her lonely form. She sat up with a start and looked wide eyed out the window. Why was she so startled to hear her own voice?
She was shocked to see the sun rising on the clouds. The pink of the early rays reminded her so much of the luscious locks of her hidden passion, the purples gave Shia images of her amethyst eyes. Without even realizing it, she was crying again; full, wet tears. She clenched her jaw and made up her mind- she would go looking for Misha, even if it took all eternity to find her. Shia needed to get her feelings off her chest.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, Shia dressed in her white demon outfit- a white dress with black lace and rose adorned boots. She placed her puffy white hat on her head and pulled the visor down to shadow her eyes from the gorgeous bright day. Her angel wings still looked a bit like a feathery white dragons- but they didn%u2019t bother her. Stepping out into the gold street, she softly closed the door behind her and took her first steps of the day. Many of the street was already occupied by angels and the spirits of people. All were conversing with smiles and laughter, sharing stories of their human lives and other worldly things.
Shia flared with jealousy. Many couples were reunited in death, and it seemed as though they were all strolling past her, mocking her. She pushed back more tears- at least The Observer wasn%u2019t her to criticize her on her weakness. Gritting her teeth, she started jogging, almost knocking people over in the street. Shia looked everywhere, but Misha wasn%u2019t to be seen.
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To be continued. :3