A/N: I wrote this today, I've become obssessed with angels (mainly arch angels) and I'm inlove with the supernatural sooo...this is the outcome.

This could become a multi-chapter story, if enough of you like it ( and if I feel like writing more ) !

You can picture who ever you want to be Sakura's 'lover', hell you can even change Sakura into whoever you want!

Rated M, just to be safe!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my insane mind.


The wind blows through her short hair, she stares down from the highest building's rooftop. She knows she needs to fall. Gray sky's loom over head, as the sweet scent of rain invades her senses.

Small droplets of rain pelt her face, mixing with her own tears. Small pale hands grab the silver chain that hangs around her throat, two perfect silver wings hang from it. She knows this is the only way to be with the her love. To fall and lose everything she's ever known, is the only way to gain everything she wants, needs.

She is their fighter, their avenger...but she is still herself, she is her who fell in love, she will become the fallen, the traitor.

Casting a last look to the sky, the heavens, she knows they are there; watching, waiting, testing her to see if she'll do it. Fall and leave her grace behind, lose her wings and be banished from the sky for eternity. 'The sky crys now? Why?' She thinks to herself. the rain is heavier, matting her hair to her tear streaked face. She is finally ready to fall, her fall from grace, she is ready because he will be waiting.

She turns her back to the sky, never once looking to the ground, she leaps. Her wings spread behind her as she falls, face first. The pain is barely noticeable, wings disintegrating from her back, burning away all the feathers, one by one.

Falling, further, faster, through the rain and the wind. She hears the screams of all the people. They don't see her wings burning away, a ghost of a smilr apears on her face at the thought. Making contact with the ground, she sighs. People are still screaming, she laughs a slow happy laugh. Picking herself up, she sees him, her love, standing in front of her. He reaches his hand to hers, and whispers in a slow low voice,

"It's a miracle you survived that fall."

She repiles with a voice, just as angelic as ever,

"I know."