Angel (YuuMika)

Take 9

Being the angel of death, the blonde does not feels weighed down by his work as it is not exactly hard for him. He will check his list, shows up on time and reaps sinner's soul before sending them to a place they call 'afterlife'. There isn't many in his list, too since he reaps souls that dies commiting suicide. He isn't the only angel of death, apparently. And he's glad for that.

  But he has been wondering about something. Who's Mikaela Shindo? The higher ups have been calling him that, but they never said anything about it. Was it his name, he wonders. It doesn't ring any bell to his memory, but it does sounds familiar. It's quite unfair that they don't give him his past memory, leaving him clueless about his past self. He wants to at least know the reason for his suicide.

It's not fair, in his opinion. It felt like paying for things he doesn't know why he took. It even feels like he's paying for someone else's mistake.

   He rolls his eyes, annoyed. He hates the fact that he used to be so weak. Just why would someone take their own life, he couldn't quite understand himself now. He checks his list, flapping his wings impatiently as he do so.  Just one soul for today, he noted.

  "Yuuichiro Amane." He reads out loud. He feels his eyebrow scrunching. "This one sounds awfully familiar too." Not having the time to think about it, he disappears into thin air. "It's almost time." He whispers before completely disappearing.

  On the other hand, Yuuichiro climbs the fence of the balcony, hand holding onto the bars tightly. He scans the room one last time, sighing. He is determined to continue his overly impulsive plan, which will be finding Mikaela in the afterlife. Three days was all it took for him to think everything over, and falling in love with death.

  The thought excites him, familiar butterflies spreading their wings inside his chest. There is no guarantee that he will find the blonde at all, heck, does afterlife even exist? He does not know, and he doesn't want to care at all. He has hope, maybe not as concrete. But it's better than nothing at all. No matter how thin, he'll hold onto it if it means that he can meet Mikaela again.

   "Wait for me, Mika. I'm coming for you." He thinks out loud. Just as he's about to jump, a bright light appears in front of him.

Not so close and yet not too far. It doesn't change the fact that it makes him squint, one hand letting go of the bar to cover his eyes from the blinding light. Focusing, he notices that the light is illuminating a figure. A really familiar one, to be exact.

Familiar blonde hair,

Familiar sapphire eyes,

Familiar face,

Familiar everything.

   He gapes, making the figure with white cloak looks at him rather weirdly. In the blonde's hand lays a scythe, decorated with white lilies, the sharpness making it sparkle dazzlingly. Not just that, the figure he recognize as his dead friend, has four beautiful wings hanging elegantly on his back.

   "Mika?" The raven  calls out, making the angel's eyes widen. The blonde opens his mouth to say something, but the raven slips, falling. The angel unconsciously sprout his wings, and before he even knows it, he's falling too, hand reaching out for the raven.

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