~In Taiwan~

Screaming filled the room as the midnight black and red 2010 Ducati Streetfighter S came in first place. Fans began to scream and whistle as the rider's helmet came off. The dark brown hair fell elegantly as it layered to the mid-back with its red tips. The rider smiled and waved to the crowd as a cell phone vibrated in the pocket. Looking at the phone, they answered.

"Hello?"

"Yes, is this Ms. Elishia Angel?" the person on the other side asked.

"Yes, can I help you?" She asked hoping to avoid the annoyance wanting to come with each word she spoke.

"You are the relative of a Ms. Andrea Angel?"

"Who is this? Why are you asking about my sister?"

"Sorry to be the one to inform you, but your sister was involved in a car accident." Elishia froze as thoughts of her sister in the hospital filled her mind.

"I…is she…going to be o…okay?" she managed to stammer out.

"We need you to come to the hospital, she is in critical condition."

"What hospital?"

"Lenox Hill"

"In New York City?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes"

'Crap…I have to get a flight by tonight.' Elishia thanked the nurse and hung up. She turned and walked to the coach.

"Hey kiddo, what's up? You look down." Elishia looked at her.

"Andrea is in the hospital." The coach's face was heartbroken.

"Is she okay?"

"She's in critical condition."

"You need to go to her"

"But, I doubt she wants to see me."

"You don't know that."

"Well, I have no way of getting there."

"Don't worry about that, I'll handle it." Elishia glared at her.

"You're making me go, whether I like it or not." She stated more than asked.

"Yup, she needs you. And, you can deny it all you want, you need her."

"…"

"You leave tomorrow, so pack up and rest."

~On the Plane~

'I can't believe I'm going back there…I haven't been there in five years…Andrea probably hates me…hmm, she's twenty four…I'm old…what am I talking about, I'm only a year older…okay maybe I do need to sleep.' After thinking to herself, she decided to sleep so she could wake with the sun and not worry about the jet lag that was to come if she didn't.

~In New York~

Aaron Evans is a young professional tailor shop owner. He is known throughout the entire United States. Ha, you might as well call him a celebrity. While getting ready to leave his shop, his best friend, Josh Johnson, ran into the room. Aaron looked at him questionably as he waited for him to catch his breath.

"Y-You remember Andrea." Aaron nodded stubbornly, memories of her telling him that she like somebody else and leaving him angry and hurt.

"She's in the hospital."

"I know, I ordered the accident to happen."

"Why?"

"Because I always get what I want."

"She told you no"

"She liked you!" Josh paled; a girl was in the hospital because she liked him. Shaking violently, he turned and headed out the door.

"Where are you going?" Aaron questioned. Josh didn't turn as he paused.

"To calm down and apologize to her." Then he left.

~At the Hospital~

Elishia stared up and the ten-story building in front of her. She made her way through the front doors, to where the help desk was located. She asked for her sister's room. After being told where to go, she slowly made her way up.

The door slowly creaked open as the sister debated on taking the chance to turn and leave.

"Who's there?" a deep masculine voice asked. Hearing this, Elishia pushed the door wide open.

"Who are you?" both people asked at the same time. The boy spoke first.

"I'm Josh Johnson, Andrea and I started hanging out with each other."

"I'm her sister, Elishia Angel."

"She never told me that she had a sister."

"Not a surprise there, she still hates me then." Elishia mumbled. Josh looked from her to her sister and back. He could see the resemblance a lot. Elishia noticed the look of surprise as he looked at her, and the look of concern and worry when he looked at her sister.

"So," Josh looked at her, "you and my sister go out?" The dirty blushed slightly but mumbled an incoherent no.

"Why not?" tension filled the room as a new voice filled the room.

"Shut up…Elishia." Andrea's raspy voice let out.

"…"

"What are you doing back?" Elishia sighed.

"Mom made me. She was worried about you when I got the call about the accident." Scoffing, Andrea replied.

"Yeah right, you and that woman don't care about me. You only care about yourself and your stupid dr-"

"It wasn't stupid when you had the same dream. What happened to the Andrea I knew?" Elishia interjected.

"She grew up and learned the truth."

"Who told you? THAT man!"

"At least he was here."

"Andrea…" both girls turned to see the forgotten boy sitting in the chair patiently.

"Josh? What are you doing here? Wait, does that mean Aaron's here too?" Josh chuckled as she was still able to ask questions.

"Yes, I'm here because I was worried and no, Aaron is not here."

"Good" Andrea replied as she turned her gaze back to her older sister. "Get out."

"`Rea come on, I was worried about you."

"I don't care. Get away from me."

"Fine but just so you know, he won't be here to see you. If he was he would've came before I got here a week ago." Tears of anger and hurt ran down Andrea's face as she yelled and threw the pitcher at the closed door, where her sister once stood. Josh was at her side in a second as he began wiping her tears and calming her down. Words of I hate her filled the room as the doctors rushed into the room, checking vital signs and making sure she was perfectly fine. Once that they had left, Josh made his way back into after being offensively pushed out the door and sat back near Andrea, in the chair of course.

"Andrea, Andrea look at me," Josh lifted her chin so she could look him in the eyes, "why do you hate your sister so much?"

"Because-"

~Somewhere in the Hospital~

Elishia made her way down a hallway. She was of course lost, but she couldn't care less at the moment. Her red puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks gave way to her distress. Some people who passed thought it was because she had lost a loved one, but in truth it was because her sister would actually believe a man that had lied to the whole family and then up and lie to the court about her, no their, mother. Not paying attention to where she was going, she suddenly looked up from the floor she was currently on because of the person that stood before her. The person looked outraged at first but then seeing the condition she was in reached out a hand to help her.

"Are you alright?" The man asked as he stared at Elishia with his caramel colored eyes. She took in his other features from his brown hair cut to his black suit attire with a black t-shirt underneath to his highly polished shoes. The amused grin on his didn't go unnoticed either.

"Yeah" she managed to mumble after all her senses came back to her. She took his hand and in a instant was up on the ground. He might have pulled a little too hard because she wasn't steady and fell into his arms. He chuckled as she blushed and mumbled an apology.

"Don't worry about it. What is a beautiful young lady doing crying?" Elishia managed a smirk as she looked at him.

"I'm sorry but I was told not to talk to strangers." A pleased smile appeared as he replied.

"Well a lady brought up with manners, where is a camera when I need it. I am Aaron Evans and you, milady?" He asked while taking an overly dramatic bow and stood. Elishia giggled as she did and excessively curtsy and replied.

"I am Elishia Angel, kind sir." She stood and smiled.

"I knew you had a beautiful smile. Now why were you hiding it with such sad tears?"

"It's family problems. My sister is in here right now." Aaron looked at her surprised.

"Is your sister Andrea Angel," Elishia nodded stiffly, "I knew you looked familiar. You must be the oldest, correct."

"Um...yes" Elishia stared at the man in front of her. Though given that she had just met him, she couldn't help but feel a since of vagueness about this man, like he was hiding something. But through that pensiveness, she felt as if she could trust that this man will be very protective of the one he cares for. She and Aaron made their way out of the hospital, since Elishia was leaving and Aaron didn't want her to leave just yet. They talked along the way and found out more about each other. Elishia was surprised when she found out he was a famous tailor, but the overall thrill came when she told him that she was a motorcyclist.

"You drive…motorcycles?" Aaron asked astonished that a polite lady would a drive such a vicious beast.

"Yes I do. Here, I'll show you my baby." They walked outside until they reached a motorcycle. "This is her. She's a 2008 Kawasaki Ninja 250R. I personalized the colors myself, midnight blue and midnight black." Aaron stared at the woman before him as she talked about the engine and other stuff that he would never have to worry about in his life. He came back down to earth as he noticed she had asked him a question.

"Huh?"

"Were you even listening to me? I asked, 'what do you drive?'."

"Oh…I have a limo."

"Well, I guess its okay but it's not the same as having your own car or motorcycle which you have to take care by yourself. You feel more accomplished." She looked down at her watch and the back to Aaron. "Sorry, but I have to go, still moving my stuff into my new place, hey where do you work we could meet up and hang out sometime if you want." Aaron smiled as he gave her his information and she gave him hers. He watched as she drove off into the very busy streets of New York. With a sigh he turned and headed back into the hospital to talk to Andrea. He smiled as he thought about how she is nothing like her sister and how he might actually get over the younger Angel girl. He thought about how Elishia was like his angel and he would protect his angel no matter what. He doesn't care who gets in the way. She was his, even if she didn't know it; she was his ángel pura.