again that the girl was still a child and not someone he usually hung out with. "Don't you have to go to your boyfriend again?" He asked. He didn't feel like having a big conversation and besides, he didn't want it today.
My friend? Ran automatically blushed and looked at Akai. "He's not my ... friend, he's a friend and he's not here right now. He's a detective and he's on a case," she stammered.
"Aha," he just said and looked straight out. He was surprised that she hadn't left yet, as he seemed to be quite rude to her opposite, but apparently nothing could change the girl's behavior.
On the floor in front of him was a pigeon feather. Shuichi didn't like this type of bird at all and just stepped on the white feather, it was on purpose and he kept walking.
However, Ran stopped and picked up the pen. Gently she made the dirt down and held it in her arms and then ran to him.
"Why are you picking this up?" He asked. He just didn't understand it, it was just a feather, nothing else.
"Why not? It's so simple and yet so beautiful. Wouldn't it be great to have feathers sometimes? Then you could always see the people you miss so much," smiled Ran a little. She was just thinking that she would like to have wings and fly to Shinichi with them.But she knew it was just a dream and it never came true.
"And you are about to tell me that there are angels," he said mockingly. "And that life wasn't that bad after all."
"You know what, you talk like someone I met back in New York. Maybe you know her, the great actress Sharon Vineyard," smiled Ran. "I met her then and she was so sad, she said there was no God and therefore no angels. I found her view really depressing, but I think in the end she understood that it was different. What a shame that she passed away, "added the girl. She got sad and wished Sharon were still alive.

"Great actress ... because of", Akai mumbled and had to laugh, but held back.
He knew her, he knew the great actress Sharon Vineyard, he knew she wasn't as great as everyone always was. Not Sharon, this beast himself. A woman who knew what she wanted and was able to wrap any man around her finger with her charm.
"There are no angels," said Akai.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think so. I believe that there are angels, they are always with us and want to help us. They are always there," said the girl softly.
Shuichi, on the other hand, just shook his head and then laughed out loud. He found the ideas that Ran had just funny.
"Why are you laughing?" The girl wanted to know.
"Angels, oh man, that's just laughable. There are no angels and they are not always with you," said Shu and thought. "They don't exist."
Ran became sad and looked at the floor. She didn't know why he thought that way and what had happened, that his words were so cold and cool. "Why do you say that?" The girl muttered.
"Because it's my own experience," said Shuichi. She wouldn't understand and he couldn't tell her what had happened then either.That would only incite her even more that there were angels and that is exactly what he did not want. "Remember one thing, life is horrible and it doesn't always go the way you want it to."
"What can I do if you think like that? Talking to you is pointless," said Ran, slightly angry. His words hit her, very much.
"You are right," Akai grinned and paused for a small, but also very dramatic pause, in which he made her feel that her words resonated with him. "... it's pointless to talk to me," he added.
"How much ...?" He asked.
“What do you mean by that?” She was irritated and didn't know what to say. She hadn't understood what he was trying to do with his question.
“How many angels have you already seen?” At the next intersection he stopped, the traffic light was red and normally he wouldn't care, but here was the girl who would surely follow him if he would do it, alone, to just to say that he was doing something wrong or dangerous.
He put his hand on the pressure surface and gave the signal to the traffic light that people wanted to go over it and that it should soon turn green. Usually he hardly ever went on foot, always in his Chevi, but here, here he didn't have it.
"Me? None, but I still think there are," said Ran, clenching her fists.
"As I thought," he said. She had not yet lost a person who was near her as an angel.
"To rush through life, that would be more pleasant," he muttered softly. And how it would be, but he couldn't do it. He was on the hunt, the hunt for their murderer, and he would not rest more than let her be exposed and hand him over to his just punishment. When the light turned green, he just started walking, just straight out, down the street. Again his silence was in the air.
Then he saw a small café, went in and sat down in the smoking area.Immediately he lit his cigarette. Besides the one he now had in his mouth, he had another in the box. His last, maybe even the very last, and the first that he might not smoke. He had got this pack from her, she didn't like the fact that he smoked and together they had made a pact that he would only smoke this one pack and then no more. So far he had also adhered to it, only that he also used other brands in between before he went to this box.
Ran didn't know what happened to her and looked after him. Should she stop now, go or run after him? But then she decided to do it. She wanted to go after him and followed him into the café.
Somehow Ran had been a little curious how he would react that she followed him and wanted to talk to him. She still had a question for him, a big one. She knew he worked for the FBI, but she didn't know his name.