I re-edited this to the best of my abilities.

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Sakura lay sprawled out in her injured and bleeding form, too tired to carry on. The moonlight tauntingly shined down on her bodice as she tried her hardest to breathe in fresh air for the first time in many years. Her broken arms and legs were turning purple and green, an infection would soon spread. The Daemon that attacked her was blown away into tiny pieces and were scattered everywhere. But a couple of broken limbs and bleeding wounds were nothing compared to the pain she felt on her back, where one of her precious wings was torn off.

To a Grim Reaper, their wings meant everything to them. It was their flight back home, weapons in battle, and their life source. Injuring their wing was nothing compared to what would happen if they lost them. Injuring only resulted in illnesses for weeks, lose all their senses, and the inability to cloak themselves from human eyes. But, if the wing were ever to be ripped off, the Grim Reaper would have only until the next full moon to finish their Death List to re-grow it back, or die and become part of the Earth.

'I'm going die under a cherry blossom tree, how ironic.' She gasped for air, and forced herself to look to her left.

One of her precious white wings was ripped apart and yards away from her, already she could see the light from it fading.

'I only have until the next full moon to grow it back or else I'm fairy dust.'

She looked back up into the sky and glared with hatred at the moon, it was glowing brighter than usual this night.

'How wonderful, the only one here to witness my pain is the moon.'

But to her utter surprise, someone happened to be nearby, trying to wipe off the Daemon scum on them self. She could tell by the scent and the vibrations on the ground that it was a male who had been watching the whole battle, most likely hiding behind the trees. He cautiously walked towards her, making her tense. She was too weak to fight anyone off, and had no energy left in her to fly away.

'What does he want?' She looked up at him with her mesmerizing emerald eyes and met jade orbs staring her down ay her with. His eyes were calm; there was no emotion on his face. He didn't even seem fazed at what he saw. Mustering up all her energy, she said, "Human, what do you think you're doing? Back off."

The red haired male merely continued staring down at her and stood there casually with his hands in his black coat, "Grim Reaper, you should watch how you speak around someone who could rip the other half of your wing off."

"Ah, touché monsieur, but why not just kill me now and end my suffering?" Sakura watched closely as he leaned in to get a better view of her remarkable eyes. She could see clearly a red birthmark on his head, and a look into his soul, "I see, how strange. You have a violent nature and yet can't bring yourself to hurt to kill; strange indeed."

He lost himself in her eyes, unaware that she was reading his soul and pulling out information on his past, present, and future. It was after her eyes began to glow that he looked away.

"Who are you?" he asked bluntly.

"A figment of your imagination."

"Then it should be easy to erase you from existence."

"But you can't bring yourself to do it."

"You don't know that, there's nothing here that can stop me."

"Then why haven't you finished me off yet?" Gaara stopped talking and looked down; he didn't know what to say. He couldn't bring himself to kill something as pitiful and weak as her. It was against his morals to kick something when it was already down, "Just out of curiosity, what were you doing out here in the first place?"

"I needed fresh air."

"Ah, the smell of Daemon carcass and the blood of a Grim Reaper, refreshing isn't it?"

"Is this how you act when in pain?"

"No, but I would at least like to conversant before I die. I'm normally not allowed to speak back in my realm."

"I thought Grim Reapers are given a chance to re-grow their wings back before the next full moon, if they complete their Death List in time."

Sakura was surprised, "How do you know that?"

"I don't remember, someone told me, but I can't recall who."

She tried to push herself up, only to cry out in pain. Gaara wanted to lend a hand, but something about her prevented him from moving. He stood back and watched her struggle with herself, there was something familiar about her. But Grim Reapers were souls of the dead that weren't allowed to move on. It was impossible; she couldn't be the person he was looking for.

"You are unusual, but never mind all that. Here is the problem; my 'life' is in your hands. You can either help me return to health and complete my Death List or end my pain and finish me off."

He turned away and looked at the pieces of meat and chunks of carcasses laying all over the place. It was hard to imagine that something like her, who looked to delicate and fragile had created such a mess.

"If I spare you your life, what will you do for me in return?"

"Oh so you're that kind of human, well I'm not a genie so I can't grant you and wishes. But I do have supernatural abilities, they mainly deal with time and space, but it can be useful."

"How so?"

"I can show you your entire history on Earth, I can travel through space to other locations or realms, I can help you find things that are lost, use your imagination. But of course none of that is possible at the moment as you can see for yourself."

Gaara pondered for a minute, if he could help nurse her back to health then maybe she could use her powers to help him in his search. The only problem was if she doubled crossed him, he had trust issues and was not about to put all of his hopes in the hands of a Grim Reaper.

"I know what you're thinking, and trust me Grim Reapers are not like that. You wouldn't believe how honest we are. Once we make a pact, we never break it. I pinky promise, cross my heart, and hope to die."

He thought about it for a minute, looking at her again. It wouldn't hurt him in the long run if he did use her, "We have an accord then."

Sakura smiled, "That's great, I knew I could on you. So, you want to help me up?"

Gaara was a little reluctant to touch her; she was covered in her blood and the Daemons. It reeked of rotting flesh, but the smell didn't seem to faze her. On top of that, he was afraid he might worsen her injuries by carrying her, making the process of healing take even longer.

"How do I do that without hurting you even more?"

She perked her lips together before saying, "Give me a piggy back ride!"

He was taken back, she sounded like an overly excited three year old. But with no other choice, he bent down and gently lifted her up onto his back. She bit her lower lip to hold back her groans of pain, every cut and bruise stung like someone rubbed salt into them. Her remaining wing folded into itself to not get in the way.

"You're heavy for a dead girl."

"You should never say that to a female, especially Grim Reapers. They'll cut open your stomach and stuff animal fat into you, then sew your stomach back up."

"Overly sensitive,"

"We're girls," She rolled her eyes, "Males."

Gaara started walking away from the battle scene and into a more clear area, where the smell didn't burn his eyes. He found a path that led him out of the woods and into the central park. All around them, cherry blossom trees swayed against the gentle wind, creating a scene only found in story books. Sakura grabbed a petal and placed on top of Gaara's head. She took a peek behind her and saw her other wing turn into petals itself before being swept away into the night sky.

"What will happen to the remains of that creature you fought?"

"Someone's going to have a tough time cleaning that up." She laughed.

"What you need me to do?"

"Well first, I need some serious medical attention. After that we're going to go finish my Death List, you now, reap some souls here and there. Then after all that's done, I help you with whatever you want."

"How am I going to help you reap souls?"

"Oh don't worry your little head; I'll take care of that. You just ready yourself for when I need you."

"Will this take long?"

Sakura counted her fingers and toes, "Yeah, long, so I guess I'll be keeping you company for a while."

He rolled his eyes and continues home.

Ciao.