Crimson Snow; Seraphim and Tracy's encounter

"It's not that easy." Her sudden reply was blunt, practically uncaring when she heard Tracy try to comfort her. Seraphim would just dismiss it, clearly not up for talking over the subject. It was also becoming obvious, as Seraphim slowly stood up, that their was a lot more to the story that she wasn't telling. She didn't want anyone else to know about it, and even if it was in the past, talking about it only made the past come back to haunt her, and after all she did to surpress it, the last she needed was for the memories to come back to haunt her.

On her two feet again, collecting the dirty plates, Seraphim sighed as she went for the kitchen, not saying much else after the subject had been brought up, clearly becoming troubled now that she had it on her mind. It was nice to have Tracy care for her, the girl was a lot nicer than she gave off. But Seraphim needed to forget about it, that was all. It had been the only way she dealt with it effectively now, and trying to teach her another way would shake her whole life and pattern she had put together for so long.

Tracy never saw Seraphim so depressed. Well, actually, they havent been so much time together, but she never suspected she was one to get down with something like that. Tracy had to admit, it was something important, but if this girl never moved on, she would just regret it for the rest of her life. As her attempt to cheer Seraphim up failed, Tracy walked to where the bag full of money was. She couldnt find it anywhere. Anyway, she still had some of her own money handy, so it didnt really matter.

" I'm going to the store. I hope that when I come back, I dont see that sad face of yours. It just doesnt suit you well. Besides, we have other matters to talk about. " Tracy said as she jumped out of the window, heading to a store that was right in front of Seraphim's apartment complex.

Oddly enough, the bag of money Tracy had gotten earlier was no where to be seen. Seraphim had already done something about it the night before, but she would never say just what, instead watching as the girl seemed to be looking around, the white haired wrestler not aware it was for the money, before finally she would leave for now, Serpahim falling quiet as she did. Alone now, another sigh escaped her lips, and she tried to gather her thoughts, attempting to shake away the dark memories that plagued her mind. It was all too surreal, and it even reminded her of the match she had with Megumi where those very memories erupted and drove her mad. But Seraphim just focused on breathing and clearing her head, the very same method she used to ignore pain in a match.

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By the time Tracy would return, Seraphim would not be seen in the bedroom, no where in site for now. But Alison was there, changed now in her grey sleeveless shirt and pants, already covered from head to toe in highlighter marks even though she just got out of the shower not too long ago. Her hair also had those long, yellow streaks in them, proving they were in fact died that shade, and she was currently sitting on the end of her bed with the TV on, drawing large, yellow stickfigures on a sheet of paper while an anime was on in the background.

Half an hour after Tracy went to the store to buy something, she came back using the only entrance she knew: going through the window...It was kinda getting an habit by now. Tracy analyzed the room. There was Alison watching TV and drawing, covered by the highlighter marks. But there was something missing, and she couldnt hold herself to ask. " Where's Seraphy, Alison? "

Tracy asked to the clearly entertained girl. In her hand the kawaii had a bag, inside of which were a bottle with orange juice and some sandwiches. That's what she usally had for lunch, and she didnt want to be a burden for Seraphim and Alison. She didnt want them to spend their money on taking care of her.

Alison seemed to be in her own blissful little world. It was amazing to see someone cheerful so much, and so often, but Alison truly seemed to shine with it. In fact, if anyone else had a smile on their face as large as Alison had, you would think the person was crazy. But for Alison, her somewhat crazy looking smile that practically went from ear to ear seemed fitting, like she really was just a child trapped in a young woman's body.

The smile didn't vanish at all, but it did shrink just a little when she heard the question, composing herself as she put the notebook down and looked at Tracy, feeling that she should be proper and give Seraphim's friend the proper respect. Seraphim didn't have many friends, so Alison didn't want to mess up. She felt like she had always messed up for Seraphim, so at least now she would try.

"Oh? Seraphy-chan went out to church." Alison said simply, like it was a very basic and common thing to do. The only odd part about that statement though was... there wasn't a church here in the city. In fact, the closest one was nearly 10 miles from here, but Alison still said it like such a thing was something that was common of Seraphim, like the one eyed girl did it on a daily basis.

Tracy didnt expect such an answer coming from Alison's mouth. What she couldnt believe was how peaceful the girl was while saying this, like this was something that happened almost everyday. She grew up in this city, and she knew that there were no church near. She thought that 10 miles were a little too much to go there walking. The kawaii got her right hand into her right pocket, taking out just 15 dollars. It was all she had now. And without having access to the money she stole, she would just to ask the taxi to get her as far as it could.

With a warm smirk, Tracy approached to Alison and patted her hand friendly on her head. " Thank you, Alison... " And as she said that, she turned back to go out using the only entrance she knew and was more used to. The window.

As Tracy begun her search she would find that despite how far she went, the closest church around didn't show any signs of Seraphim. In fact, no where really did, it was baffling to wonder just where she could have gone at this time or hour, like she had just went off and vanished.

But maybe... just maybe there was one place. There was a church in the town not long ago, having been in this town for a long time, Tracy would remember it. But that church, known as the Maxwell Church had been destroyed in a fire less than a year ago. Now it was replaced with a memorial for the children, Father, and priestess who died in the fire. The name Maxwell was something Seraphim had mentioned before... it couldn't have been that one, could it?

After 15 minutes of searching at the church, Tracy came out, her mission of finding Seraphim failed. She sat on floor, a little disappointed. Just when she started to lose the hopes to find her friend, she remembered one building that used to be a church but was destroyed not long ago. How fool of her! She should have gone to see if Seraphim was there first. Anyway, she stopped a a truck. The driver offered her to take her to the city without having to pay for anything. Tracy immediatly accepted and climbed in.

Another 15 minutes later, Tracy arrived to the place. It was sort of strange to see someone like Tracy, with her badass look entering in a religious building. However, she started again her search for her friend. " Seraphim....? Are you here? "

The memorial to the church was a rather small building. Mixed with wood and stone, it looked like a smaller sized catholic church, must tinier than the origanal. Hanging from the cieling was the large, golden cross, the very same one that church origainally had, serving as a memorial towards it. The ground was made of a stone and marble mix, the sunlight that came from the stained glass windows reflecting off of the floor slightly, a small pathway guided by the sunlight leading towards the center. There, it had a large list of the people who died there, nearly twenty in total, and pictures of everyone over by a podium and an arangement of memorials, religious symbols, and currently a few lit candles.

In the middle of it all, there was Seraphim Harmonia, kneeling in front of the mass of memorials, her hands folded in front of her in prayer and her eye closed as she had her head tilted downwards. By now, Seraphim was wearing her colored gray shirt, tucked neatly into her black dress pants and boots and didn't seem to acknowledge Tracy just yet, her lips moving silently at this point as the girl had been saying her words of faith. Seraphim was actually praying it would seem.

The light of the sun enlightened Tracy's way to the center of the small building. The kawaii walked all the way to there, looking around at the walls. It was obvious that Tracy has never in this kind of place before. She looked like a child in the middle of a science convention.

Walking for a little longer, the kawaii red head found what she came here to look for..." Seraphim..Is that you..? " Tracy spoke with an innocent tune of voice, like she really cared by her taller friend disappearance. " What are you doing...? " The kawaii added, always respectful, considering the place where she was. Before knowing Seraphim, she would have never thought of even saying thank you.