Greetings everyone.

As promised due to the unforeseen delay of my previous FanFiction, I have decided to post this one instead.

Hopefully, my viewers will not be to disappointed. In the meantime, please rest assured that the final chapter of Gunray's Disposition is coming along nicely.

As you probably saw from the details, this story was originally only going to be one-chapter-long.

However, as I started writing I realised that there was a lot of potential with this story and that this would never fit into a single chapter.

As such I will expand upon it, and this story is now going to be roughly three to four chapters in length.

This time: - it's an Angel Beats story, and this one is special because ...

... this is my first ever Angel Beats story!

Depending on the reception, I may write another Angel Beats FanFiction!

Now, I am pretty sure that some of you out there would like to know the finer details.

Well, here they are. Obviously, if you do not want to read them, please skip this part: -

Setting: Set after Angel Beats 1st Beat, this story takes place in an alternative universe where one of the routes from the visual novel is canon. Following the events in the afterlife, Otonashi has been reincarnated and is reunited with his long-lost love interest.

As they prepare to face their ultimate destiny, both reflect on how fate brought them together and how they ultimately reached the point where they are now.

Story Rating: This story is rated T for Teen owing to - mild language, suggestive themes, hospital scenes alongside references to abuse, alcohol, disabilities, operations and upcoming parenthood.

Also please be aware that a lot of speculation and proposed character history will take place within this story line, and that the characters might seem off from their original fan base.

That is why this is only a FanFiction.

Couples: Otanoshi x Iwasawa, plus hints of Hinata x Yui.

If you do not agree with any of these, sorry but this is my story.

Before we get started, however, there is just time for a quick ...

Disclaimer: As always, any official characters, quotes etc. associated with this franchise belong to their rightful owners, who I wish to thank for creating in the first place.

... and now we can begin.

Please enjoy!

"Our lives were real! Not a single moment of them were fake! Everyone lived the best they could! We carved those memories into ourselves! Memories of living as hard as we could! No matter what kind they were, they're the life we led!"

Yuzuru Otonashi

Angel Beats Episode 6

Angel Beats: The Perfect Name

Chapter 1: Reunion

It was late evening, bordering on midnight, so the stars shone down brightly overhead.

Twenty streetlamps hummed in the darkness, illuminating the empty sidewalks. Otherwise, all was quiet in this small residential area. A few people had left their rubbish bins out for the dustmen to collect the following morning, as light penetrated the scene from behind several drawn curtains, indicating the house owners were still awake.

Apart from that, everything was silent and still.

The tranquillity of the night was broken by the squeaky grumbling of a garage door, creaking as a set of mechanical winches hoisted it off the driveway. This was followed by the muffled purring of a car's engine. A set of headlights lit up the relevant driveway and empty streets. With a soft purr, the car rolled gently down then out of the driveway, at a sedated pace. It made a quick right turn at the gateway then pulled up immediately adjacent to the building it had just left.

The interior alarm beeped in protest as the car's sole occupant vacated the driver's seat and returned to the house leaving the engine still running. A tall lean man in his late twenties he chanced a glance at the back seat of the vehicle then approached the residency at a brisk pace. Taking a small fob from his pocket he closed the garage door behind him then made his way towards the front porch, smiling warmly as it came into view.

Standing on the porch was a young woman who was leaning against the sidewall for support. She was roughly the same age as the man approaching her, and she returned his affectionate smile as he came into view.

"Are you ok?" Yuzuru Otonashi asked kindly as he came up alongside her, taking one of her hands in one of his own, whilst using the other one to check that the front door was securely closed.

"I am fine Yuzuru" Masami Otonashi reassured him for what must have been the sixteenth time that evening. "You left me here for about two minutes at least". The fingers of her left hand were slowly caressing his, allowing the diamond studs on her golden ring to twinkle beneath the outside light.

Turning away from the door, Otonashi moved closer, placing his free hand on her right shoulder. "Doesn't stop me worrying about you" he explained, leaning forwards in order to exchange a small passionate kiss with her. As they pulled apart, he amended his statement, "About both of you actually".

The pair looked downwards, and with a small chuckle, the male Otonashi tenderly caressed his wife's belly, drawing a small laugh from her. With that, Yuzuru transferred an arm to his wife's shoulder.

"Thanks", Masami said gratefully as she leant against him for support. Turning their backs on the residency they set off down the pathway at a slow steady pace towards the waiting vehicle. They both knew that it would be several hours before they re-entered that home again, days even and that when they did their lives would never be the same again.

Under normal circumstances, the walk to the sidewalk would have taken about twenty seconds at most, but these were not normal circumstances. It took about two minutes for them both to reach the car, and as Yuzuru leant forwards to open the side door, one hand still wrapped around his wife for support, Masami Otonashi breathed an inward sigh of relief. The cool night air soothed the woman's warm, slightly itchy skin. One of her hands was still rested against her swollen belly, a sure sign that she was expecting.

Slowly, Otonashi helped to lower his wife into the passenger seat, then strapped her in place. Masami watched as he walked around the car and soon joined her on the driver's side of the vehicle. As Yuzuru strapped himself in, he exchanged an excited look with his wife.

This was it! After all these long years, the moment was finally here ...

With that Otonashi put the car in gear, and the pair set off for the hospital.

Twelve years earlier ...

Lightning streaked across the grey covered sky, followed by a distant rumble of thunder. It was barely seven o'clock but the dense overcast had transformed the dull miserable day into premature night time. Thick black puddles coated the streets, which continued to grow in size as heavy raindrops pelted the city driven harder by the bone chilling wind.

Dozens of men, women and children marched or jogged along the saturated pavements, making for the shelter of nearby bus stations, small cafes, restaurants and indoor markets. Most supported thick heavy raincoats that were already drenched all the way through. Others held sturdy umbrella's over their heads, that blotted out the worst of the rain but offered little protection against the biting winds. Those lacking the protection of either of these items were forced to cross their arms directly over their heads or else utilise the briefcases and disintegrating newspapers upon their person to minimal effect.

One person, however, trudged along the pavement in a seemingly uncaring manner, paying no attention to the storm.

Wrapped in a thick overcoat and scarf, Yuzuru Otonashi walked down the pavement at a serene steady pace. His gaze was turned downwards to avoid the sporadic raindrops and chill winds. He held a thin umbrella in one hand and a can of coffee in the other, which he took a swig from as he ambled slowly down the walkway. Slung across his back was a large sports bag, which judging from its size appeared to be crammed to bursting point, perhaps contributing to his steady march.

A car sped past, driving through a thick puddle, showering Otonashi and several other pedestrians with dense water droplets. Many people screamed in protest, then turned momentarily in order to curse the driver. Otonashi did not care and so he simply walked on.

Some people took their anger out on him, shouting at him to move aside or else for him to get a move on when he obstructed them. He offered no apology or retort and simply kept on walking, sipping his virtually depleted beverage. Above the sound of the storm, there came the faint chant of music playing somewhere in the distance, but Otonashi paid little attention to it.

As he drained the last of his beverage he gagged a little, following it up with a loud retching cough. He raised an arm and held it over his mouth whilst steadying himself, thinking at first that a little of the drink may have gone down the wrong tube. As he crunched the can up in his hand, however, he began to recognise the symptoms.

Despite the thick layers, his clothes like most peoples were now drenched through, his face stained by precipitation, chilling his skin and causing him to shiver. This coupled with his coughing from a few seconds was an indication that he was starting to come down with something, probably a cold or flu or something else along those lines. 'Great' Otonashi thought miserably to himself as he trudged further along the path, 'that's all I need'.

What else could he expect, though? He had been spent most of his day walking down random streets, with no destination in mind. Noticing a set of vending machines beneath a small overhang on a building across the road, Otonashi altered course. He had been caught out in this storm when it started two hours ago, he realised as he crossed at a zebra crossing and made his way towards the machines.

Was it any wonder then that he was starting to feel ill?

The rain stopped abruptly as he walked underneath a small overhang, sheltering the vendors. Dropping his umbrella to one side, Otonashi threw the now empty can into a nearby recycling bin and went about purchasing a new one, taking relief from the temporary shelter. 'What do you expect though' he thought sullenly, now shivering slightly as he entered the pin number and the relevant can dropped from its shelf into the holder. 'Life has been unfair to me so far, why should now be any different?' He retrieved the can, opened it up and took a long grateful sip.

There was another flash of lightning and a loud clap of thunder but Otonashi had grown accustomed to it these past few hours, and so he barely reacted. Turning his back on the vending machines he leant up against them lazily, as another fitting cough racked his body. This area offered temporary shelter but was not a permanent solution. Gazing absentmindedly along the high-street, Otonashi took note of his surroundings. The streets were virtually empty by now, but a few people still ran about here and there. Occasionally a car whizzed past along the vacated roads, but nobody stuck around for too long. Apart from the rain, the only other sounds came from the building next to his own. Separated by a narrow pathway, a young woman was strumming and playing something that sounded like a guitar.

Turning back to the situation at hand, Otonashi took another sip of cold beverage as he contemplated for the millionth time what he was going to do? Again, no answers came to mind. The night would be setting in earnest soon and Otonashi knew that he had to find shelter by then, or else he would get even sicker than he already was.

This he realised was one of the disadvantages of not having any friends to turn too. As he scooped up his umbrella, however, Otonashi accepted that he had nobody to blame but himself for that particular predicament. It had been a long time since Yuzuru Otonashi had had any real friends.

Deciding to take advantage of what little shelter he could get, Otonashi made his way towards the buildings perimeter. He then crossed the small space that separated the two buildings at a run not even bothering to unfold his umbrella. Judging by the look of things he was standing underneath another set of apartment blocks. Not to far away, the young woman was still singing.

Nobody else was there, it was just the two of them. Thinking it best not to linger he walked right past the guitarist, without looking at her. She must have had her eyes closed because she continued to play without greeting him. She appeared to be caught up in her lyrics, as she carried on singing without breaking tune. If she was playing in order to make a few coins or to entertain people she didn't appear to be having a lot of luck. Yet this did not appear to phase or deter her in the slightest.

Pausing at the perimeter a coughing Otonashi glanced down the high street, taking another sip of coffee, the woman's lyrics ringing in his ears as he tried to plan his next move. Most of the shops and cafes had blanked windows, indicating that they were either closed or had power outages. No good in either event, as he would be forced to leave in due course. Sighing slightly, he withdrew his head back underneath the temporary shelter. Otonashi glanced at the coat pocket where his wallet was stored. No good, he lamented, hotel rooms were also out of the question; he did not have enough money even for a single night's stay.

Feeling even more miserable, he glanced around and noticed a small alleyway across the street that was dark and grimy. Here his medical expertise kicked in and Otonashi immediately dismissed the idea. He sighed dejectedly, as another racking cough took over.

The only other possibility now was a youth hostel, but Otonashi was keen to avoid those unless absolutely necessary. 'Besides' he thought sadly, compressing his beverage can slightly, 'I'm not even sure where the nearest one is'.

Alternative options no longer presented themselves.

Seeking some form of distraction, he took another swig of coffee, coughing a few times as his illness gradually took hold. Lost and alone, Otonashi took to staring blankly out at the rain-soaked ground in front of him. There was another flash of lightning followed almost immediately by another loud clap of thunder, which reflected his mood perfectly.

As the rumbling died down the guitarist's tune caught Otonashi's ears and with nothing better to do he started listening to her singing. The chorus resonated through his being and a small smile actually touched Otonashi's features, as he realised that he was actually starting to like this song. Whoever this singer was, she was very good and passionate about what she was doing. She had to be in order to play out in a storm like this.

The smile vanished from Otonashi's features as he started paying more attention to the lyrics, however, and was replaced by a look of shocked comprehension. He had heard this song somewhere before! Not on the radio, or at a music store, not even on a television programme featuring some concert.

This song had never been published before!

But he had actually heard this song sung before, in person ...

... in person ...

... in a different lifetime!

Not only that but the woman's voice sounded hauntingly familiar!

No!

It couldn't be ...!

Otonashi turned slowly on the spot; and looked upon the guitarist clearly for the first time. A small gasp escaped Otonashi's lips, his eyes widened slightly and his body went rigid. The coffee can fell to his side, spilling its contents over the concrete floor and Otonashi's trainers, before slipping from his grasp, hitting the pavement with a loud clatter.

It was this unexpected sound, which finally distracted the singer. Still swaying with the momentum of the jig, she opened her eyes and shot a curious, but disapproving look in his direction, her smile fading slightly to show her annoyance. The song died off immediately as her fingers stilled over her guitar strings.

She turned slowly on the spot in order to look at him fully, the expression on her face an exact replica of Otonashi's own. For the span of six or seven heartbeats, they stood rooted to the spot, as still and silent as statues. Otonashi's burgundy eyes met her vermillion ones.

Then slowly, the woman breathed ...

"Otonashi?"

There was another flash of lightning, and a loud clap of thunder as he gasped ...

"Iwasawa?"

...

The pair did not hug; ...

... they did not kiss ...

... or share any joy at the moment of their reunion.

In fact, Otonashi barely even remembered what had happened. All that he knew was that twenty minutes after reuniting with her, he was sitting in Iwasawa's apartment on her sofa, with a thick blanket draped over his shoulders. The rain continued to pour down heavily from outside.

Iwasawa herself was bustling around the small kitchen. "You shouldn't have been out in the storm like that for as long as you were," she said by way of reprimand, with perhaps a tinge of unease present in her voice, as he coughed audibly behind her. His cough subsiding Otonashi half turned his head, in order to say that she was one to talk but ultimately decided against it. Above everything else, he was extremely grateful to her for bringing him here.

Underneath the thick blanket, his shivering had abated slightly, though his skin was now irritable and itchy as heat distributed itself from the core of his body. Wrapping the blanket more securely around himself, he simply shut his eyes and closed himself off to the world for the time being. He heard the sound of a door open, then the tinkling of china as Iwasawa retrieved something from inside a cupboard before shutting it and returning to what she was doing.

There was the sound of pouring, followed by the clanking of metal on metal. There was the shuffling of footsteps and next thing he knew Iwasawa was standing right in front of him. "Here," she said crisply, and he opened his eyes to see her holding out a steaming mug of cocoa. "It will warm you up. Unless you want to get sick, we can't have you get any colder than you already are" she explained before sipping one of her own.

"Thanks," Otonashi said gratefully as he took the mug from her with both hands. Warm instantly coursed through his fingers, as he lifted the ceramic to his lips and took a long grateful sip, draining a quarter of the liquid in one small gulp. Nothing in his life, food or beverage wise, ever tasted better than that one single mouthful.

"There's more on the stove if you want some" Iwasawa added gesturing behind him with her own mug. Otonashi grunted by way of acknowledgement, then gazed absentmindedly at the floor clutching the steaming cup to him as an extra source of warmth. There was an awkward silence.

Over the rim of her own mug, Iwasawa looked at Otonashi pitifully noticing how drenched he was and how sorry he was looking for himself. At her request, he had removed his thick scarf and overcoat, both of which now hung over a radiator in the far corner to dry. Beneath the blanket she had made him sit on a folded up towel, in order to make sure that he didn't saturate the sofa any more than necessary.

Draining the last of her drink Iwasawa set the cup down on one of the small coffee tables and left him momentarily in order to retrieve something from her storage cupboard. She returned a minute later with another blanket and a thick towel in hand. Without waiting for acknowledgement she threw the other blanket around him, then began tracing the towel roughly across his scalp.

"What are you doing?" Otonashi asked completely taken aback, not just by Iwasawa's actions but by her proximity to him as well.

"Look at you, you're so cold and wet, I thought this might help" she explained as she carried on ruffling up his hair.

Otonashi offered no further protest but she could have sworn she heard him mutter "I can take care of it myself" in a quiet, almost inaudible voice. Iwasawa ignored him but stopped a few moments later, satisfied that she had taken care of the worst of it.

As she pulled away, she realised that his hair was now stuck up on all ends making him look like a large orange hedgehog or some of the old fashioned guitarists she was a fan of. The effect was almost comical, and Iwasawa offered a small laugh as the towel dropped to one side. Otonashi reached up with one hand and brushed his hair back into place, without smiling.

He then turned his gaze upwards and meet her stare. Iwasawa's smile vanished slightly.

Another awkward silence followed, in which the two of them stared at each other properly for the first time since entering the apartment. The rain continued to pelt against the window but neither of two teenagers was really sure about what to say to each other. Their minds were racing with too many turbulent emotions, many of which were simply beyond comprehension and description.

The mere fact that they'd recognised each other, however, was a testament to the fact that these two remembered the events that had taken place in the 'afterlife'.

Otonashi unleashed another bought of fitful coughing. Iwasawa's eyes widened in apprehension, as she knelt down in front of him. One of her hands gripped his shoulder. "Are you sure you're ok?"

His response was a very unconvincing "Yeah-yeah I'll be alright" followed by a small smile. Otonashi's face scrunched up slightly, as he tried to fight off a gnawing headache. He opened his eyes to find Iwasawa looking at him sceptically. "Sometimes I just forget that this isn't the afterlife and that our bodies aren't as invincible as they once were". His sentiment was followed by another round of fitful coughing. Despite the warm blankets, he was still shivering.

It was their first reference to the afterlife, but in the heat of the moment, Iwasawa brushed it off. "I've got some medicine in the cupboard over there if you would like some," she said nodding towards another one of the cabinets behind them.

"No!" Otonashi said quickly. "No, thanks, Iwasawa. It's alright I'm just a little cold at the moment, I'll be alright soon" he lied knowingly. "I really don't want to be a hindrance to you. So, if it's all the same to you I think I will just warm up here for a little while and then be on my way". There was another clap of thunder, then Otonashi realised something.

"You are still called Masami Iwasawa aren't you?" he asked hastily.

"Yes," she replied with a small despondent nod, caught off slightly by the sudden change of topic. "Yes I am still Masami Iwasawa, and you're still called Otonashi aren't you?" When he nodded, she asked curiously "And your first name?" causing Otonashi to realise that she had never learned what his real name was during the time she had spent with him in the afterlife.

"Yuzuru" came the simple response. "My full name's Yuzuru Otonashi. Same as it was in my previous lifetime".

"Good to know," she said with what could only be described as mild interest. "Because now that's settled I'd like to ask you something". Otonashi turned to look at her and saw that she was glaring at him rather intently. "Yuzuru Otonashi, what the hell do you think you are playing at?!" she asked angrily, her voice rising with each word. Otonashi's spine tingled slightly, as she said: "I brought you all the way back here half frozen, and you're telling me that you're honestly thinking of going back out in a storm like that?" She gestured at the window where the thunderstorm was still raging. There was another flash of lightning.

"I told you that I don't want to be of any further hindrance to you" he offered meekly, without meeting her eye.

She knelt down in front of him, glaring at him. "I am already involved here," she told him flatly, her expression softening slightly "so do you really think that matters to me right now? The most important issue right now is your health. You are absolutely drenched here, look as though you are coming down with something and look as though you have walked a thousand miles. Why did you not catch a bus to wherever it is you are going and get a lift back home or something like that?"

Her reproachful attitude, disappeared when she noticed Otonashi's reaction. His face had gone very pale; and his facial expression was suddenly very tense, almost fearful. He looked anywhere except directly at her and hugged the blankets even more tightly around him as if it had suddenly gotten even colder. Iwasawa's face blanked slightly and her raised hands dropped to her side as she recognised that she had touched upon a very delicate matter.

Before she could offer an apology, though, Otonashi said in a slightly dejected voice "I don't have a home to go back to, and I didn't have a destination in mind". That declaration shocked Iwasawa, causing her to stare at him perturbed. Without giving her time to dwell on it Otonashi added, "Besides, you were out there. In those icy cold conditions without an umbrella or anything else to protect you?"

Iwasawa stared at him reproachfully for a second, then a small smile tugged at her features. "That was very different," she said in a mildly dismissive manner, "Like you, I had an overcoat on" she reminded him. "And unlike you, I actually 'planned' my excursion. Before I meet you, I was out in that storm for a few short hours, at most. What is more, I took shelter beneath that overhang before setting up my equipment, so I avoided the worst of the storm. I was also careful to make sure that I was within walking distance of my apartment. You on the hand look as if you have been out there for hours, with a big heavy bag draped across your back, slowing you even further down".

Otonashi made no reply, he simply avoided her gaze. Iwasawa smiled pitifully at him, shaking her head slightly, her knuckles resting on her hips. "What sort of friend would I be, if I let you go out in a storm like this again?"

She nodded at the window but Otonashi barely even noticed. His head shot up and he looked directly at her, staring into her crimson eyes, his heart skipping several beats. His blood suddenly felt like it was on fire and he was sure that his cheeks were starting to turn mahogany. This was their first meeting across two separate lifetimes, and Iwasawa was already referring to him as her friend.

Not only that but she appeared to be genuinely concerned about his well-being!

Iwasawa closed her eyes, shaking her head slightly at his stupidity, but there was a small smile on her face. Opening her eyes, she bent over the bag resting at Otonashi's feet. "Got any spare clothes within this carrier of yours, Mr Scatter Brain?" she asked as she undid the zipper, without Otonashi's permission.

Before he could do anything except offer a slight protest, Iwasawa drew away slightly, face twisted in disgust. "Never mind, looks as though everything in here's thoroughly saturated and almost as wet as you are". She pulled on the collar of a white shirt for emphasis, lifting it up between a forefinger and thumb. True to her word the white fabric was almost transparent.

Otonashi's expression soured slightly as he thought about all his other clothes, textbooks and electronic devices stored within that satchel. Before he could dwell too much on it, however, he started coughing again. Steadying himself he noticed Iwasawa was staring at him in a way which blatantly said 'I told you so!' Otonashi looked in the opposite direction, frowning slightly, more annoyed with himself than with Iwasawa. She was right, he had been very reckless.

With a small sigh, Iwasawa shook her head slightly. "I'll need to get the clothes rack out," she said letting the shirt fall, speaking more to herself than to Otonashi. Pushing herself to her feet, Iwasawa turned towards Otonashi, who glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. That small, kind smile was still present on her features, as she shook her head disapprovingly at him, then reached underneath the blanket and took one of his saturated sleeves in both of her hands.

"Come on," she said pulling him tenderly to his feet, "I've got a spare bedroll, so you can spend the night here!" Otonashi's eyes widened slightly, but he said nothing as she led him away from the sofa. "The previous tenant left some spare clothes here, which I have been meaning to throw away. Fortunately for you, I never got round to it" she laughed slightly. "I'll see if I can find something in there that can fit you, whilst the rest of your stuff is drying".

Otonashi gaped at her but didn't say anything as she led him through the apartment, taken aback by the certainty and unexpectedness of it all. He glanced downwards, noticing that Iwasawa's arms were still wrapped delicately around his own and that she herself was now standing very close to him. Otonashi's cheeks suddenly became very warm, causing him to realise just how cold the rest of his body was. Without thinking, Otonashi ran his eyes shamelessly over her figure, eyes settling upon Iwasawa's face. His heartstrings tightened as he recognised it as the face he had once adored and loved.

Iwasawa opened one of the doors and flicked a switch on the wall to reveal a small, neatly made bathroom, which was dominated by the sink in one corner and the bath in the other. "Come on Mr Sloppy Pants," she said, still clutching his arm as she pointed at the tub. "Run yourself a nice hot bath and warm yourself through. Shampoo and moisturisers are up there" she said pointing them out. "Leave those wet clothes in a pile by the door, and I will put them in the wash for you".

Otonashi's eyes widened at the implications of what she was saying. "But then I'll be left standing here with no -" He couldn't finish the sentence.

Iwasawa flushed a little at the suggestion. "There are some spare towels up there," she said pointing next to the sink, "but if it is any consolation, I won't come in how does that sound?" Otonashi gave a small nod, his cheeks reddening slightly as he glanced in the direction of the bathtub. It was Iwasawa's turn to run her eyes shamelessly over his body. She added, in an almost sly tone "Your body shape appears to be the same as it was the last time we met. So, it's not as if it's anything that I haven't seen before".

Otonashi glanced at her, his entire face turning crimson. Recognising that now was probably not the best time to reminisce, Iwasawa turned back to the matter at hand, a noticeable blush present on her cheeks. "Leave your wet clothes in a pile by the door and I will swap them over. Make sure to have a good long soak, that should give me time to set your bed up and prepare a nice hot drink to go down with your medicine".

She released his arm before turning to leave, but Otonashi reached out and took her arm instead. "Iwasawa?" she paused, turning to look at him. "Why are you doing this. You don't have to go to all this trouble?"

For a moment, they just stared at each other, in absolute silence. Then Iwasawa explained: "I know I don't have to Yuzuru, I simply want too". This was followed by another short silence.

Then Iwasawa reached out and slowly disentangled herself from Otonashi, the flesh of her hand momentarily rubbing against his. "Besides my offer doesn't come without a price," she added with a sly grin. "You are the first person I have encountered since leaving the afterlife," she explained pointing a finger at him. "In exchange for all of this, you are going to tell me about everything that happened once I had left. I am especially keen to hear about what happened to Girl's Dead Monster and whether you lot were able to defeat Tenshi or not".

The matter was closed, Otonashi realised that. Without another word, Iwasawa turned her back on him and stepped out of the bathroom. Pausing at the door she turned to look back at him; and said "Straighten yourself up Mr Amnesia, and we'll talk more about this when you are ready," before closing the door behind her.

Otonashi watched her go with an awed expression. With another small cough, he slid the latch across, then started running the nice warm bath. As he stepped into the water, however, the full complexity of his situation fell upon him like a tonne of bricks.

Less than an hour ago Otanoshi had been faced with the very real prospect of spending the night out there, alone on the streets.

Now, however...

... he was going to be spending the night, in the home and company of his ex-wife!

End of Chapter 1

Ok, everybody!

How's that for a first instalment.

Please, let me know what you all think. As always I accept any comments and welcome any R & R's.

As mentioned I will finish Gunray's Disposition next, and start writing Chapter 2 for Angel and the Demon in conjunction with this one.

Take care and I will see you all later!