A/N: Spoiler alert for the last few chapters. Mostly the conclusion of Black*Star's and Mifune's fight at Baba Yaga. I wanted to do something with teh aftermath and with Angela. So here it is.

I don't agree with Shibusen not telling her the truth of what happened to Mifune, so I decided that Black*Star will tell her. Poor thing.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

"553," A blue-haired man pushed himself up off the ground with one finger, sweat dripping down his cheek to the ground. "554," He lowered himself and pushed up again, grunting with effort.

A door opened and Black*Star looked up curiously. The doorway was empty but he felt a presence. He blinked and pushed himself into a sitting position. "Angela?" He asked quietly.

A small hand appeared from behind the doorway, the only part the young witch couldn't turn invisible yet. The hand floated into the room and the door closed. Suddenly a young girl appeared, the owner of the hand. She was dressed in a cute black dress and a black chameleon like hat. She had big reddish-brown eyes and short brown hair framing her face. She looked at him, her eyes serious.

"Black*Star, where's Mifune?" Her voice was quiet as she looked at him.

Pain, anger, and guilt raced through him. Pain for what he was about to tell her, anger at the fact that no one had told her yet, and guilt because it was his fault that Mifune was here. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

Her sweet scared voice rang through his mind as she asked, "He's dead, isn't he?"

There was no easy answer to that. "Yes," Black*Star murmured.

Tears welled up in Angela's wide eyes. A whimper escaped her, followed by a sniff. "You?" She whispered.

Another painful question. He knew what she was asking. "Yeah, I killed him. Didn't mean to, but I did," He answered.

The tears poured down her face, a quiet sob racking her small frame, "Why bring me here?" She asked in a shaking voice.

Black*tar looked up at her, locking eyes with the tiny girl. "Because Tsunaki and me promised to take care of you. That's what we're doing. This is the safest place for you, nearby, where if someone tries to hurt you, we can stop them,"

Angela nodded, understanding. "I should hate you," She stated, another sob racking her body.

"I wouldn't blame you if you did," he replied quietly.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"They were afraid. From what I've heard, witches have a destructive nature, something called the Sway of Magic. That Sway makes them want to hurt people and makes them want to blow things up. Everyone was afraid that you would fall into the Sway when you learned that Mifune was dead."

Angela took that in with sob and a nod, "What would happen?"

"If you fell into the Sway? You would become an enemy and Shibusen would have to-" h bit his lip and looked at her. "It doesn't matter, because it's not going to happen, understand? I promised Mifune that I would protect you, even if I have to protect you from yourself." His eyes blazed with determination.

Angela looked down and sighed, wiping tears from her cheeks. "Promise?" she whispered.

"With everything I am, I swear I will protect you. I will surpass God himself and I keep my promises," He said firmly.

Angela nodded again, "Mifune wouldn't be happy if I hate you. He liked you. I'm hungry."

Black*Star blinked at the rapid subject change, "Huh?"

"I'm hungry!" She yelled, jumping on him. He fell back with her on his chest. She propped herself up with her elbows, looking down into his bewildered face. "I'm hungry and you're going to take me for food," She explained, moving an arm to flick him on the nose. "Now."

Black*Star blinked again and laughed. He scooped her up with an arm and climbed to his feet using the other. She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling closer to him. He pulled open the door and tightened his grip on her. "Yeah, I'm hungry too, let's go find Tsubaki and get something to eat."