A/N: En Suki means "I Love" Alright then, continue.

She lay there, frozen and still in the night. Her body was bruised and cut; her hair was tangled into the twigs that lay around her. Blood leaked out the side of her mouth and dripped down her throat, leaving a red stain across her pale skin. She shivered, and somehow, that unintentional gesture of recognizing the cold kept her hope alive. If she could still feel herself shivering, she was still alive. For how much longer, she wasn't sure, but at least she knew now that those last prayers for her life, and the lives of her family actually existed in the world. No matter how dismal or unmerciful the world was.

Stretched out against the snow, her body was nearly lifeless on the ground. She knew exactly how she had gotten there and what had happened to cause her this much pain; she didn't dwell on it though, she couldn't. Because now, when she was so close to death, she felt the only love in the world; she could visualize the only light that each person covered up in the their heart. No matter how demonic the world became, there were always angels.

Her diamond-like eyes, untainted by the horrors of life, stared insipidly into the darkening forest that surrounded her. The moon was hidden behind the tall branches of trees that knotted and wound together above her, and every little star up in the blanket of sky was dimmed as well. Her life was whisking away through a visible gash across her stomach; the little precious blood that she had left was leaking out her side into the crystalline snow.

And then… there it was, her angel finally appearing in the night to take her some place better than she was now. She could hear them getting closer to her with each step that they ventured through the snow. The feeling of cold powder against her cheeks burned and stung as their shoes kicked up the snow, but maybe they were telling her it wasn't time yet. After all, she was still alive. The undue pain she was supposed to feel was gone, replaced by numbness that paralyzed her skin and body. Her eyes shut; all she had to do was wait and listen for their voice to tell her it was time to go and leave this poverty-stricken world, to forget about the death and focus on life. She waited…

"Zabuza-chan…" A voice; smooth and monotonous.

"Yeah. She's pretty, isn't she?" Another voice? This one was slightly lower, and she could feel the expression in their voice as they spoke. Did she have two angels? Her heart, through it's faint beating was content. She was dying, but not in pain. And she had more than one guardian angel; she exhaled softly into the crisp night air.

The figure closest to her knelt down beside her and ran a steady hand over her chest. Her heartbeat was slowing, and it was almost a pity. She had a pale complexion with clear skin, and a square jaw with a petite chin. Her hair was just a black, if not closer to a purple or blue, as the starless sky, although it was rather tangled. She had on what could barely be the excuse of a dress; white cloth was falling off her shoulders and the cuffs of the bellbottoms were torn and dirty. Where she had been cut a large blotch of red had already gathered and lit contrast to the chalky dress. She must have been attractive.

Their other hand came up under her knees and felt their way under her legs. They let out a soft grunt and slid their other arm around her shoulders. "How do you suppose she got out here…?"

She could feel herself lifted out of the snow and into strong, supporting arms. A soft material brushed against her cheek; she never knew wings felt so… papery. Her arms were limp in their grasp, as well as the rest of her body. She couldn't move her arms to hold them tighter; her head leaned against their shoulder for support. Not too long, now… I will be able to thank them for all the good they've done in my life. "My mitsukai."

The figure holding the girl gave a curt nod to the other before they both took off at a frightening speed through the dense forest. Powdery snow flew everywhere through the forest with each extra boost of speed they gained when the soles of their feet met with the ground.

The one up ahead now, the one not carrying a passenger, jumped into a direct line with the other, as the forest became denser. Branches clawed out at each of the travelers as they attempted to sprint through the woodland; every once in a while the sharp pang of a twig poking directly into skin, or eyes would cause on of them to flinch, but continue on.

She felt nothing now, but she heard everything; the sharp whistles of wind piercing the still air and the even muffled sentences coming from the angel above her. "Don't die on me, now." The figure whispered close to her ear so that their breath warmed the side of her chilled face. They wrapped their arms tighter around her body as they continued on, closer to their partner.

The other figure was unusually silent as they continued. They were dead set on getting out of the forest, and nothing else. Their black eyes scanned the 'path' up ahead of them with little interest. If they kept continuing at this pace they would be in Kirigakure in no less than ten minutes. Their thoughts traveled through time to the remaining amount of life the girl would have left by the time they reached the hospital. This is pointless, people die every day, we should've just left her be.

But he said nothing, because silently, he hoped that those ten minutes of their time to reach Kirigakure and find a hospital would be enough to spare her life.

A/N: I would really like to know what you think about this. Thanks for reading : )