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'Here I lie,
An instrument of gold in my hands,
Its silvery notes drifting out
and ringing through my mind.'

Well, not much of poetry but... Miffix put down her pencil and journal, picking up the white guitar and strumming a note. It rang through her mind so clear and light. It felt like air in her hands... like it floated in her arms. She loved its every curve and string and outline. The author and artist gave out a happy, deep sigh. This was beautiful...

She got up, and the guitar transformed into a thick band that wrapped snugly but comfortably around her neck. The girl had a feeling that this band would become a quite loved and familiar thing through days of wear.

The artist got up with her sketchpad. She was glad. Mike Ruin had enjoyed her gratitude, which she had shown in the form of a picture she'd done for him. He had been so impressed and Miffix had felt so flattered. Miffix gave a soft laugh and hugged the original sketch to her white shirt gladly.

Slowly she made her way through town when suddenly she saw Ninja. Ninja was there... and as soon as he saw her, he stopped completely and ran over to her. Strangely, Ninja was not wearing his demon arm which freaked Miffix out to the max when she was standing next to him.

"Hey, I wanted to let you know I'm going to be gone a while, and I um, wanted you to have this," Ninja pointed to the Gambino bank and Miffix ran to there to her pending trades, completely not understanding what in the world he was giving to her. As soon as the bank accountant showed her the trade, the girl's jaw dropped.

"A-a.... A guitar...?" Miffix could scarcely say more as she gasped this out. "I-I can't accept this...!" Ninja followed behind her and walked to the case, opening it up and taking out the guitar in his arms.

He nudged the Guitar of Demonica towards her. "I want you to keep it while I'm gone. I need someone that will take good care of it," Ninja stared at her in an intent way.

Miffix nodded willingly as he placed the Guitar of Demonica in her hands, where she held it very carefully and gently as she glanced down at its surface once. "I'll be very gentle with it! You'll find it just the way you left it when you come back!" the girl gave another sharp nod to assure him that he had left this care into capable hands.

Ninja gave a tiny chuckle and a smile. "When I come back," he looked down at her, the grey-blue hair being swept and played with by the warm breeze. "I want you to keep it."

The girl stared at the black guitar in her hand, feeling the strings with care. How... how? Only.. only a day ago Mike Ruin had given her the other guitar... and now... in her hands... She could scarcely keep breathing. To her, this, these guitars of Angellus and Demonica, were the most valuable possessions she could ever attain and now.. within two days... both of them... by the two boys. Her bright blue eyes widened into large spheres.

"But... Really?" he nodded and she gazed on for ten seconds. "Thank you!" she threw her arms around his neck and could barely control herself from doing more. "I can't believe it! I-I'm just speechless!! How could this happen so quickly?!" Miffix smiled and laughed as she hugged him tightly.

Ninja laughed back. "I'm glad that you like it. Now... keep it. Never sell it or give it away," he put his hand on her head and smoothed her hair down. "A part of my soul is in that guitar. If you keep it with you always, you'll always have a piece of me in your hands."

Miffix stared up at him. She already knew she wasn't giving this away for squat. It had been so important to its owner. Her blue eyes twinkled in the shine of the tangerine rays of sunlight.

Ninja looked away to the sunset. "Well I must be going now. I'm very happy that you like it," he gave her a last hug, giving her a kiss on the forehead, and vanished into the air... into the light of the sunset...

The artist held the instrument gently as she stared out from her perch on the beach, the ocean wind spraying her river-grey hair into wispy strands around her eyes. Miffix then, with a quick motion, swept the guitar onto her back, its weight fair as it touched against her Angellus neck band. There the ebony guitar was kept as the sunset faded with one last play of light on the black surface of the sable instrument, the Guitar of Demonica.