The Naegami Archive

Angel

TW: Death
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*Byakuya's POV*

I am the angel of life. I am the angel of death. I am the sole entity in charge of the living. Getting to choose who lives, who dies, who to save, who to kill. It is an endless, and rather depressing cycle, I must admit. But I have no choice, for this is what I am stuck doing, for the rest of humanities existence.

Everyone has a set day and time that fate has assigned them to die, and when it is that persons turn I get alerted. I then go to wherever said person is and all I have to do is touch them, and their life will be over. They cannot see me of course, but my touch alone is enough to send them away from this Earth.

Of course, in this job, I cannot have any bias. Or else it would taint the job. It is not in my hands to change the ways of fate. But of course, there are always cases where humans themselves try to change the ways of fate, and end another life or their own before it is their time to go. In those situations, I have to make a decision of whether to let them stay, or to let them go.

There has only been one occasion where I have gone against fates wishes. Only once have I spared the life of someone whose time it was to die.

It was this woman, she was young, and gentle. She had just given birth to a baby boy, but fate was screaming at me to take her.

I looked into that woman's eyes and the pureness of her eyes resembled nothing less than of an angel's. And the way she held that baby boy was nothing short of the softest touch one could give. This woman was unlike any other I'd seen, she had this light upon her that I had seen on no other human being.

I decided she could live longer, she must live longer.

So that she did. For several more years the woman and the boy spent their time together. The boy growing to be just as much of an angel as his mother.

But one day, when the boy was five, the mother got into a car accident. And I could not spare her life another time. So that sweet light of a woman I oh so admired, whom I loved to see live life with her angel boy, died. And the boy was left alone.

I decided I would watch over this boy. For he was important, he was special. He was a pure hope in a world deprived of it, and without his mother by his side, my fear of this boy's hope being tainted grew stronger.

Makoto Naegi, is his name. And I have been watching over him ever since the day he was born.
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Makoto was soon after adopted by his aunt and uncle, and he now resides with them and his adoptive sister Komaru. Since he was only five, they decided that as the boy grows up, they will tell him that they're his real parents, and that Komaru is his real sister. Choosing to let him forget the beautiful woman that was his mother, and I'm not sure whether I agree with that decision or not.

Today Makoto starts his first day of grade school. And I cannot say I am pleased at this fact. This boy will only be weakened in a setting like the one he is being taken to. But alas, I have no say in what happens during his life, I only have a say in his death.

During recess some imbeciles start teasing on the poor boy.

'Shortie! Shortie! You're such a shortie!'

'What is this on the top of your head, loser? You trying to make yourself look cool with this stupid strand of hair sticking out? What if I just cut it off?'

If only fate would have been convenient and told me to take those children right then and there.

But I had to do something, anything. I decided I could try to scare the kids away, so I threw a lunchbox at every one of them. And well, it worked. But sadly I cannot say it lifted the poor boy's spirits.