It was 3 in the morning when the Gosei Angels were woken from their slumber by someone crying in extreme pain. Eri, who was closest to the light, sat up and turned it on. "Nani?"

Suddenly, it became clear to her and the others who was crying. Alata was laying on his side, body covered in sweat as tears ran down his cheeks and onto his pillow. Agri, who was laying beside him, quickly sat up and held the younger boy in his arms. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"My back, it hurts!" gasped Alata.

Agri started to rub his back, when he noticed that it was wet. He pulled his hand away and saw blood, and his eyes widened in alarm. He then quickly removed Alata's pajama top and saw blood pouring from his back, coming from two small scars that had started to form on his shoulder blades. Quickly, Agri picked Alata up and carried him to the couch, holding him close. "It's all right, Alata, your wings are just coming in."

"It hurts, Agri!" Alata cried.

"I know, but in a few hours you'll no longer be in pain, and you'll have your wings. You're lucky, none of us have our wings yet."

"It still hurts!" Alata repeated.

Agri held him. "I know…just hang in there."

Nozomu came in a few minutes later. "What's going on?" he asked, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

Moune smiled. "It's nothing to worry about. Alata's just getting his wings."

"But don't angels already have wings?" the young boy asked.

Hyde shook his head. "No, angels don't already have wings. If we did…well, let's just say that it would have been very painful for our mothers when they gave birth to us."

Nozomu nodded in understanding.

Agri held Alata as he cried in pain. "Hang in there. You'll be all right."

"Sing to me," Alata finally managed to say.

"Nani? What do you want me to sing?" Agri asked.

"Anything calming. Please…God, this hurts. Is this what kaa—san had to go through when she gave birth?" Alata wondered. Agri tried to think of a song to sing, and finally he decided on a lullaby. It seemed to work, and after a short time, Alata was slowly falling asleep. However, when Agri thought the young man was asleep and stopped singing, Alata started to wake once again, and he had to begin singing all over again.

Finally, 3 hours later, Alata cried extremely loudly, and then he was engulfed by a white light, and Agri had to let go. Several moments later, the light disappeared, and Alata sat on the couch, flapping his long, white wings, and smiling. "Well, what do you think?"

Agri couldn't help but smile as he gave Alata a small kiss. "Very nice. Can you retract them at will?" Alata nodded, and his wings shrank and went back into his back, leaving only the scars.

"Do they hurt?" Agri asked.

"A little, sure, but I think it will pass," he said, then laid down on Agri's lap.

Agri started to run a hand through his hair. "Well, that's good."

Alata yawned. "Hai."

"Tired?"

Alata looked up at Agri. "I just spent 3 hours in pain and agony while my wings decided to take their time to pop out. I'm beyond tired. I'm exhausted."

Agri smiled. "Then rest."

However, his words went unheard, for Alata was already asleep.