Hello everyone! This is my first time writing a fanfiction, and the idea of a TWEWY Angel Beats crossover kinda wandered into my head. The concept seemed too good to pass up, so this is the result of my long hours putting together characters and a plot. Please read and review, I wanna know what people think about it. Without further ado, the story!

Chapter 1

"W-where... am I?"

A boy lay on the ground, sprawled out on the concrete sidewalk. He raised himself from the ground, holding his head in confusion.

Taking in the surroundings, he noticed it was late in the day, the sun was setting in the sky, and a gentle breeze brushed his hair from his face. His thoughts turned to his location.

"What is this, some sort of school?" He glanced around, observing the surrounding area. It appeared to be a dormitory of some kind, with other buildings surrounding the complex, all arrayed in a neat fashion. Each building looked nearly identical.

He observed himself; he was wearing a plain black button down shirt, with black slacks and black dress shoes.

"Some sort of uniform? What kind of place is this anyways?" the youth murmured to himself. Detecting footsteps, he turned, to face a large figure approaching.

The figure was another boy, larger than himself. He wore a similar uniform to his, and sported jet black hair which fell below his shoulders in an array of spikes.

"You know, students shouldn't be out this late. It's way past curfew." The man stared at him, as if he was expecting something."

"GET DOWN!"

A shot zoomed by him, on direct course for the figure in front of him.

"Guard skill: Distortion." The raven haired male uttered. The bullet rebounded off a sort of force field, falling to the curb.

The boy dropped to the ground, as another shot flew past him, he could see orange locks of hair, slowly descending towards the pavement.

"Is that mine? That gunshot nearly killed me!" He mused to himself.

The man with the black hair barreled behind him, and was now out of sight; paralyzed with fear and confused, the orange haired boy could only hear a fight unfold behind him. Uncertain of what to do, he lay there, trembling, and scared.

Who carries weapons on a school campus? What kind of school IS this? More importantly, how'd that guy take 2 bullets and not even get scratched! This is too weird.

Lost in his racing thoughts, the boy didn't notice the conflict surrounding him, as he slowly slipped from consciousness.

"Hey. Hey, you alright?"

The youth's eyes fluttered open. He was no longer laying on the cold, rough concrete he had previously found himself on.

"Looks like you're okay. It must have been something, running into Raphael and having only just turned up in this world right? Name's Minako Minoru."

He identified the voice as feminine, and shifted to see who had so graciously decided to take care of him.

She was incredibly attractive, thats for certain. Minako had curly light blonde hair, which flowed down to waist length. She stared intently at him, with her deep aqua eyes.

He inspected the room. It appeared to be a room in a hospital. Probably the hospital wing of the school. The walls were a dull white color and there was a curtain next to him; behind it he could make out the shadow of a second bed. The girl spoke up again.

"Got a name handsome?"

"Uhm..." pondering to himself, as if this were a test question. "Neku, Neku Sakuraba."

Neku decided to take a better look at her. She wore a school uniform, which consisted of a white button down shirt, and a blue miniskirt. The outfit clung to her figure, generously showing off her curves.

"So, Minako was it? Would you care explaining to me where the hell I am, and why some kid was getting shot up to look like swiss cheese last night?"

"Well Neku, I'll just put all the cards on the table. You my orange spiky haired friend are dead. And this is the afterlife."

Neku was quiet for a moment, and anger found its way onto his expression. "Oh, you think you're hilarious don't you? That's not even a funny joke!"

"Neku, I'm not kidding. This is the real deal. Tell me, what can you remember from before you woke up here."

He paused. What COULD he remember? All he could recall was his name and the events of the night prior. What happened to his memory?

"What the hell, my memories!" franticly, "What did you do to me? Why can't I remember?"

The girl groaned "I told you. You're dead. It's not uncommon for someone waking up here to suffer some degree of amnesia. You'd have to be the worst case I've seen though. Nobody we've recruited yet has lost their entire memory like you have."

"Recruited? What are you talking about?"

"People wake up in this world, and find they've been wronged by God. Our small group is a group dedicated to fighting off and resisting God. Under normal circumstances, that would be the stupidest thing you could do. This world is unique though. Here, we can't die. We can fight back against him."

"So was the man I saw yesterday... Was he God?"

Minako replied "No, but close enough. None of us know his real name. We call him Raphael. Raphael is an angel serving under God in order to eliminate those who would oppose him. We suspect the man he works with, student body president Yuzuru Otonashi, of having a direct method of communicating with God."

This is insane. They don't expect him to buy into deranged story, do they? What was he supposed to believe though? He was completely clueless as to what's going on, and furthermore, he couldn't even remember anything but his own name.

"Minako, how can I know I can trust you? This is the most outrageous thing I've ever heard, and you expect me to take it all and accept it with no proof of any sort?"

"Yes." she stated matter-of-factly.

"Like hell I will! I'm out of here."

Neku jolted from his bed. Now noticing his bare torso, he investigated the room for some form of clothing. After careful inspection, he located the uniform he wore the previous evening. Upon examination, he could see the uniform had various tears and holes now.

"Your uniform got torn up pretty bad from all the gunfire. You're lucky you didn't die" Minako giggled, finding the joke to be hilarious "But it's not like you can. Not in this world anyways."

Neku ground his teeth in frustration. Upon consideration, he slipped the uniform on anyways and made his way towards the door.

"Neku, wait."

Angrily "What, got another joke of yours?"

Minako rolled her eyes, growing tired of the boy's obvious attitude issues "You'll at least consider joining our cause, right? We need everyone we can get, and you're no exception."

Neku stopped, looked down, and then back at Minako "Go to hell." He walked out the door and down the hallway, leaving the bleach-blonde with her jaw at the floor.

Okay, so not only do I not remember who I am, but everyone in this place is an asshole who thinks it's funny to play with the amnesiac. This is the sickest, cruelest joke I've ever heard of. I'm dead? God? Angels? This is all mental, how does she even expect me to beli-

Neku's thoughts were cut, as he bumped into another person. He looked up, and saw the face of the same man he encountered last night.

"Watch where you're going, jackass!"

Neku's violet eyes met Raphael's crimson red ones.

"Such language is forbidden in this facility. I'll have to ask you to refrain from speaking in that way again."

Neku scoffed "What do you think you're gonna do about it? I can say what I want when and where I wa-"

Neku was cut off.

"Guard Skill:Hand Sonic."

Neku had no time to react: no sooner than those words were uttered, he was pierced through the heart with a blade of some sort. Neku's breathing shortened, and everything began spinning.

Then it all went pitch-black.

Later in the hospital wing

"Ugh... How am I still alive..."

A familiar voice spoke up "Because it is as I said. You. Can't. Die. I can't believe you needed to go pick a fight with an angel in order to figure that out."

It's all true... God... Angels... And I can't even die here. Am I seriously dead? But how? Damnit! I can't recall a thing.

"So you weren't lying.."

Minako smiled "Not gonna tell me to go to hell again, are ya?"

Neku chuckled and flashed a sheepish smile "Maybe, if you piss me off again."

Well at least I have one person I can sorta trust around here. Still, I don't know about joining these guys. It's not my fight and I should stay out of it.

"Hey, Minako, about teaming up with you guys. Will I get the chance to kick the crap out of that stuck-up angel if I do?"

"You'll have plenty chances." Minako headed for the door "Don't let that make or break it for you, before you join our cause, it's only fair you meet the other members first. Rest up for a while and then I'll arrange a meet and greet." Minako closed the door behind her, leaving Neku to his thoughts.

Just how many members does this group of theirs even have? Will I have to fight? That's a silly question, of course I will. Can I even fight? I've never had to before.

The door opened up and a voice called out to Neku "Hello there."

Neku turned to the entrance of his room, and saw a boy not much older than himself at the door. He had hair of an orange-reddish color, and wore an outfit like the one he arrived in this world with.

"You're new around here, aren't ya?"

Neku glared at the newcomer, saying nothing.

The flame haired youth cleared his throat nervously "Well hello, my name is Yuzuru Otonashi. I'm the current student body president of this academy."

Neku's eyes widened in shock.

This guy is the one Minako mentioned, the one in charge of that angel and the one they think is speaking with god.

"I saw one of the members of class SSSII left this room, so I presume she spoke to you about myself and the vice president. Just hear me out, you're here in this world for a reason. You died an unfulfilled life, and this world is a chance to live out those dreams of yours that you were unable to accomplish whi-"

"Shut up" Neku cut off Otonashi "I know about this world, and I know how you and that stuck up buddy of yours are trying to get rid of us. You're probably feeding me a spoonful of crap right now so I go without a fight. Well I'm sorry Mister president, but you can go screw yourself."

Otonashi stood in shock. His eyes narrowed, and spoke softly "So that's how it is huh.."

Otonashi sighed. Closing his eyes, he appeared to come to a conclusion.

"Neku, if that's your decision, alright. I just hope you come to see it my way eventually."

Otonashi smiled and then turned for the door. "One more thing. I hope you get back your memories soon." With that, he left, whistling a jubilant tune.

Neku took the opportunity to calm himself down and to forget about all the things he heard recently.

What does he know about my memory. Agh he's probably screwing with my head or something. Whatever, not much to do now. I might as well take a nap or something till I can move.

Neku yawned, once more reviewing the recent events. He felt his eyelids growing heavy, and he fell into sweet slumber.

Meanwhile, Otonashi walked into the student body president's office.

"It's exactly like how things were... Is this how it was for you, Kanade?" The president scrambled for a chair to rest on, settling on a leather chair. He fell into the cozy seat and let out a sigh. "Kenta, what do you think of this all?"

A tall figure walked out of bathroom, wiping his eyes "Y'know Otonashi, I don't understand why I have to wear these." Kenta dropped onto the stand two contacts, both crimson in color "What does it matter if they see my eyes?"

"Kenta Kiyoshi, you know I need you to be my angel. The crimson eyes kinda complete the image is all. I want them to fight you like the SSS fought Kanade."

"Remind me again why we're having them fight me?"

"Kenta, ordinarily I keep you in the informed on everything, but I can't tell you quite yet."

Somewhat satisfied with the answer he had gotten, the would-be angel plopped himself next to Otonashi and stretched. "What about our deal Otonashi?"

"I haven't forgotten. Don't worry Kenta, I keep my promises. If Hinata still were around he could tell you that..."

"You miss those guys, huh?"

"More than anything. I miss them... I miss her... Every day that passes by. You'd be hard pressed to find a group like them while you're alive."

Kenta stared at Otonashi, and broke into a frown. He got up, and retrieved his contacts, making sure to carefully insert them.

"Well, it's getting late. What sort of "Angel" would I be if I didn't enforce curfew?"

Kenta walked out. As Otonashi sat there, one could mistake him for a lifeless corpse. His features dark and unchanging.

And that was when the tears fell.