War Stories

Lenalee

Key Ten: Lenalee:

Every day, she keeps looking. He’s not in the living world, but she won’t stop searching anyway. Komui tries to give her work to distract.

“You can look for Allen, but don’t neglect your duty,” he reminded her. She still takes away the dying souls from the living world to be judged. Her job hurts, but she still has to do. It’s not as bad as not knowing what happened to Allen. The Dark Order doesn’t seem to really be doing anything either. They claim the war has their hands tied. Even Komui’s not believing that anymore.

“I will look into the investigation,” he said. “You just focus on your job in the living world.” Lenalee reluctantly carried out her job. She has to keep the balance of life and death going. If the angel of death quit doing her job, death will stop happening and people would live forever. Lenalee is all too aware of this and forces herself to act on her position. Besides, it gave her a chance to keep looking.

Nothing ever changes in the Living World. Despite everything that has happened, people keep dying and adjusting to their shattered idea of normal. How long before what’s left of this world is destroyed too?

Today, Lenalee flew down to a hospital in East London.


Her name was Amelia. Only seven years old and diagnosed with heart cancer from the age of four. It had been a miracle she was able to hang on that long. Despite being in the city’s best hospital, the doctors couldn’t keep up with the patients coming in. Amelia has always been waiting for death. Each day she was alive amazed her and her mother. But, death still waited for the little girl.

This morning, Amelia sat on the bench staring at the street. This spot became her escape. She stared at the people walking by. They are free, but they are worried about dying the next day. In all honesty, they are like the people inside of the hospital. The doctors, nurses, and her mother can’t hide the truth anymore. Amelia may have been a child, but she wasn’t so innocent to this dying world.

She soon became aware that she wasn’t alone on that park bench.

Amelia slowly turned her head. An older girl in a short black dress sat beside her, staring at the same road. Her short dark green hair looked bright despite the dim clouds. But, Amelia noticed the girl’s big black wings. She reached to touch one of the feathers.

“I don’t think you should do that,” the older girl said. Amelia froze.

“Huh?” he asked. The older girl turned her head.

“My wings are sharp enough to cut your fingers,” she said.

“Oh,” Amelia said. She lowered her hand. “You’re really pretty.”

“Aw, thanks,” the older girl said.

“I’m Amelia. What’s your name?”

“Lenalee. Nice to meet you.” The angel and child shook hands. The little girl tilted her head.

“Why are you sad?” Amelia asked.

“Sad?” Lenalee asked.

“You look like you’re going to cry. What’s the matter?”

Lenalee lowered her head. “I can’t find my friend. He’s gone missing.”

“Do you want help finding him?”

“No. I don’t think he’s anywhere that I’ve checked.”

“What do you mean?”

Lenalee shook her head. “I don’t know how to put it in words. I just can’t feel him anymore.”

“Feel him?”

“You know when you’re close to somebody, you can always feel them nearby.”

“I guess…” Amelia looked down at her tiny feet. This had been the first time she talked to somebody outside of the hospital in a year. The nurses, doctors, and other patients were nice to her, but it felt nice to talk to someone on the outside for a change.

“I can’t really say that I actually had this feeling myself,” she said. Lenalee smiled and rubbed the back of her head.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. “I guess you’re too young to know what I am talking about. But when you become really close to someone, it’s almost like you have a deep connection inside of you. Your heart races and you can always feel them near.” Lenalee’s lower lip trembled.

“I can’t feel him anywhere now,” she said.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Amelia said. Her attention went back to the black wings on Lenalee’s back. They seemed to glow in the overcast day. Each little feather seemed to have a special feature of its own. The little girl knew that she wasn’t supposed to touch them, but she couldn’t take her eye off them either.

“Why do you have wings?” she asked at last. Lenalee looked behind her.

“You can see those?” she asked.

“Yeah,” the little girl said.

“And you can see me just fine?”

“Yeah. Am I not supposed to?”

Lenalee slowly covered her mouth. “Wait… Are you…?” She rubbed her forehead. “Of course, you are. Oh my god, I have been slipping lately while I was looking for him.”

“What are you talking about?” Amelia asked. Lenalee took a deep breath and looked her in the eye.

“Please forgive for startling you like this,” she said. “But what are you doing in the hospital, Amelia?” The little girl put her hand to her chest.

“It’s my heart,” she said. “I have cancer.”

“I see,” Lenalee said. Amelia tilted her head.

“Why do you ask?” she asked. Lenalee balled up her fists in her lap as she lowered her head.

“Do you promise not to freak out if I tell you?” she asked. Amelia tilted her head.

“I can’t,” she said. Lenalee gave her a strange look.

“What do you mean?” she asked. The cancer patient shrugged her shoulders.

“If I say yes and I freak out, I would’ve broken my promise, wouldn’t I?” I asked. Lenalee rubbed the back of her head.

“Fair enough,” she said.

“What did you want to tell me?”

The angel took in a heavy breath. “I am the angel of death.” She looked into the little girl’s eyes. Amelia didn’t have any emotion on her face.

“The angel of death?” she asked.

“Yes,” Lenalee said. The little girl didn’t respond. She folded her hands into her lap.

“I see,” she said. The angel of death blinked.

“You’re not afraid?” she asked. Amelia shook her head.

“Why not?” she asked. The little girl shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I guess I have been used to be told that I don’t have long to live. Mummy’s always surprised when I wake up in the morning. I have another surgery coming up next week.” The cancer patient looked Lenalee in the eye.

“Am I going to die then?” she asked. The angel of death smiled.

“No,” she said. Amelia’s eyes shifted back and forth.

“So… When am I going to die?” she asked. Lenalee smiled and winked.

“That’s a secret,” she whispered. The little cancer tilted her head. She couldn’t figure this strange girl out, but she couldn’t help but feel close to her. Amelia moved her hand to the chest.

“Lenalee,” she said.

“Yes?” the angel of death asked. The little patient took her by the hands.

“Can you be the one to take my soul when I die?” she asked. Lenalee gave her a strange look.

“Why would you want me to do that?” she asked. Amelia pressed her lips together.

“You seem nice,” she said. “And I think we could be friends and I want you to friend your other friend too.” Lenalee smiled and held out her pinky. The little cancer patient took hold of it with her own.

“I will come for you when it’s time,” Lenalee said.

“And I will be waiting for you,” Amelia said.


“Amelia?” a nurse asked when she came outside to the stone bench. “What are you doing out here? I thought you would be in the activity room with the other children.” The cancer patient turned her head. The nurse with bright blonde hair gave her a little smile.

“Honestly, why do you come out here day after day?” she asked. “The view isn’t even that pretty. Why not go and sit on the bench in the garden?”

“I like it out here,” Amelia said. “I find it so peaceful.” The dark-haired girl broke into a little smile. “I met a new friend today.”

“Did you?” the nurse asked. “Where is now?”

“She already left.”

“Did she?”

“Yeah, she went off to look for her missing friend.”

The nurse held out Amelia’s jacket. “Come inside. It’s about lunch time.” The little patient slid off of the bench.

“Okay,” she said. Amelia walked to the nurse and held out her arms. Once the nurse dressed her up in the jacket, they walked back into the hospital. The patient smiled to herself the whole time.

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