Several Days After Exorcism
Dokuro-chan stood at the door of the church welcoming the many classmates that were there to see Sakura's body being put to rest. Everyone was wearing black, and the mood was one of utter sadness. When Mass started Dokuro-chan couldn't help but start to cry as Father John who due to his injury from the exorcism had his hand wrapped up. Dokuro-chan knew that she couldn't thank the priest enough for not only performing the exorcism but also being the pastor for the funeral especially after suffering an injury to save her, for which she was still very grateful. Later on in the Mass Father John went up to the podium to say a few words. The priest could practically feel the sense of loss radiating from the people that were gathered there.
"My dear friends," the priest started, "Today we pay our respects to someone who while he may not of been the person that we liked the most, but was someone who had a place in all of our hearts somewhere. Sakura may not have had the most friends in his school, but he did effect everyone in some way."
Looking out at the saddened crowd the priest had to look down so that he could pull himself together. It took a minute but he finally looked back up at the crowd and continued.
"Whenever someone that we know dies it affects all that know him," Father John continued, "I may not have known him very well, but that doesn't mean that I am not affected by something like this. Like all of you I do feel a sorrow in my heart. It is all the more painful when someone so young that has not even started his life out in the real world dies in such a way. However we must all go on, and remember that he like all of the other members of your family and mine he watches over all of us. It is at times like this that I remember Isaiah 42:1-4, "Here is my servant whom I uphold, my chosen one with whom I am pleased, Upon whom I have put my spirit; he shall bring forth justice to the nations, Not crying out, not shouting, not making his voice heard in the street. A bruised reed he shall not break, and a smoldering wick he shall not quench, Until he establishes justice on the earth; the coastlands will wait for his teachings". This is a reminder that God gave us all the power to change the earth, and even though Sakura did things that would seem to be of little help, but it was help nonetheless, and that is how we change the world."
The Mass continued and when it ended they all went out to where they were going to bury Sakura. Father John gave the blessing and sprinkled Holy Water onto the coffin. After some more prayer the coffin was finally lowered into the grave. After this was done everyone slowly walked out of the cemetery. When Dokuro-chan got home she spent the next few days in her room not being able to get the picture of Sakura before he died out of her head. She sat in her room crying thinking about the exorcism and how she never thought that she would be where she is now. Then there came a knock on the door.
"Who is it," Dokuro-chan asked.
"It is Father John," the young priest answered.
"Come in," Dokuro-chan replied.
Dokuro-chan wiped her eyes as she went out to greet the priest that she owed so much to. She looked at him and saw the bandaged arm and went to help him take off his coat so that he could take a seat.
"Where's your sister," Father John asked.
"She went back home," the angel replied.
"Oh," the priest replied, "Say Dokuro-chan."
"I am sorry about Sakura-kun."
"It's not your fault."
"It isn't yours either."
"I know but I still can't get over it."
"Do you want to go for a walk to clear your senses and say your good-byes. There is no point in staying here like this, you should go back to where your sister is."
The saddened angel nodded her head and got up to go on the walk. She helped the priest put his coat back on, and they headed out the door and down the street to the church. The young angel took in everything around her, the clear blue sky, the chirping birds, but most of all the people who were completely unaware of things like the exorcism and then it hit Dokuro-chan. If we hadn't performed the exorcism then they would also be at risk, Dokuro-chan thought. Looking at the expression on the angel's face the young priest knew what she was thinking.
"You see now," Father John started, "It is really a sad thing that Sakura died, but if we didn't do what they did then all of these people out here would be in danger.
Dokuro-chan nodded her head still letting the tears flow unchallenged down her cheeks.
"Do you want to say your good-byes now," the priest asked.
"Yes," Dokuro-chan answered.
"Then come with me," Father John replied.
He led Dokuro-chan around the church to the cemetery, and then brought her to the grave where she had seen them lower the casket several days before. She looked at the tombstone with Sakura's name on it.
"Father," Dokuro-chan started, "What about his soul?"
"What about his soul," Father John asked.
"Is he in Hell?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Because that was the demon committing those horrible acts."
"Do you know for sure?"
"Nothing is certain, but look deep inside yourself and ask yourself is he in hell or not? What is the answer?"
Dokuro-chan looked at the grave where her very close friend lay.
"Sakura-kun," Dokuro-chan started, "I don't know where you are, but I pray that you can hear me and that you will find your way to me in Heaven. I love you."
Dokuro-chan wiping tears looked at Father John who put his hand on her shoulder. The angel couldn't help it anymore, she fell into his arms crying letting tear after tear fall.
"There, there," the priest said soothingly, "It's not that bad when he finds his way to Heaven now so don't cry."
Dokuro-chan looked up at the priest and nodded.
"I'm ready to go now," Dokuro-chan stated.
She let out a sigh and with the sigh two great wings branched out from her. The wings looked as if they were those of a dove. A golden glow seemed to surround her as she looked at Father John with a smile.
"Good-bye Father John," Dokuro-chan thanked, "I will keep you and Sakura-kun in my prayers."
"And the two of you shall be in mine," Father John replied.
The young priest looked on in awe as the wings enclosed the angel in what was the most beautiful sight that he had ever seen. Then when it looked like she was in a cocoon a brilliant light flashed and the priest had to shield his eyes for the magnificent light. When he brought his one good hand down the angel that had stood before him was gone, but at the same time he could feel her in the wind and everything else around him.