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Guardian Angel


The definition of the word brings up a smile onto Hajime´s face.

Nice doesn´t know whenever to be flattered or embarrassed.


It had been simple enough. A normal day like always, or so they had thought. It all started when they had gotten a job from a nice, religious lady, who was in her late twenties. The problem was once again a stalker, who had quickly been taken care of. No big deal for someone like them, but Hajime found parts of the conversation had stayed with her.


"You are not my guardian angel; may God forgive you like I do." The woman, Mrs. Haruka had prayed, her kind green eyes stern, long blond curly hair hidden by a black cloth. She was pretty, soft lines in her face, no wrinkles aside from tiny ones caused from laughing. She had been the one who defended them when they visited her at the church.

Apparently, having red eyes and black hair was a sign of the devil for some priests. Mrs. Haruka quickly defended them and Hajime was grateful for that, since Nice looked seconds away from using his Minimum, ignoring the murmurs about being a witch as well.

"There are so many ignorant people here! Don´t worry about them, I will make it clear that you children will not be harmed, all right, dear?" Mrs. Haruka had said and the priest in the background shrunk back at her forceful tone. Hajime nodded, but stayed close to Nice after that.

The man on the ground groaned, beaten and unconscious. He deserved it for harassing such a nice woman in Hajime´s eyes, but the words made her curious.

"What´s a …guardian angel?" Hajime asked quietly, looking at the woman while Nice was busy tying up the guy they had taken out. Murasaki heard the words as he made sure that Nice did the work, calling him lazy.

Mrs. Haruka turned to her, eyes softening and a smile replacing her pursed lips.

"You don´t know, sweetie? Well, there are a few meanings, but the one I find fits best, would be that it´s a person, who will always watch over you, protect you, comfort you without asking for anything in return. The love from your guardian angel will be endless and will never fade, my dear." She explained, voice soothing and gentle as Hajime nodded.

Without releasing it, her scarlet eyes strayed from their client to the teen with auburn hair, who just finished tying up their enemy, huffing about his partner being the lazy one.

A slight smile spread across her face and she admitted that it sounded great.

"Right…" Hajime mumbled and Mrs. Haruka followed her eyes with a knowing look on her face.


During the rest of the day, she found the words being replayed inside her mind. A person who protected her, comforted her…

Hajime firmly believed her guardian angel to be Nice. Nobody could tell her otherwise. She had considered it the whole day after thinking about it. They had gone out after that morning, just walking through the streets, and unwillingly remembered some things.


Alone. She was always alone. Inside this cold, empty room with no live in it. The walls were a dull grey and her bed, if you could even call it that felt like ice. There was no light inside her cell, her personal prison.

Not even a name had she been given. They called her "Success Number 01" and she wanted to scream that it wasn´t her name, she wasn´t just some experiment or plaything they could use whenever they were bored. She was human, she had feelings so why were they treating her like that?!

She wanted it to stop…she was scared. They kept hurting her, pain being the only emotion she felt aside from the emptiness that came after she had no more tears to shed. They all dried up, she had used them up and they wouldn´t come anymore. Her sadness couldn´t be expressed anymore.

Growling, she held her stomach, staring blankly ahead and seeing nothing.

Dead.

She wanted to be dead. Then it would stop, right? They couldn´t hurt her anymore. She would be free or fall asleep for eternity. She wouldn´t feel hungry anymore…her stomach hurt, why couldn´t she get more food?

That was her only comfort inside her death cage.

"Hello? Is someone in there?"

She jumped, who could blame her? Nobody had visited her before aside to hurt her and lifted her head from her arms. The voice was young…and sounded boyish. She tried to picture a boy her age, a bit older maybe, standing in front of her door, but found she couldn´t. Never had she seen another child, since the memories of being in the cell with the other kids (who were all dead by now) was too far out of her reach to grasp.

"Hellooo?" She wanted him to go away. Why was he even there in the first place?

"Go away…" She called out, clenching her eyes shut to drown out his voice. She felt so incredibly hungry…

"Ah! So, there is someone in there! Hello!" The boy sounded excited. His voice hushed, but still cheerful. She blinked twice, hoping he would go away when she wouldn´t respond anymore.

"Eh? Is something wrong? Why don´t you answer me?" She remained quiet, hugging herself tighter in her corner. There was a moment of silence from him and her heart skipped a beat.

Had he finally left? Was she all alone now? But that´s what she wanted…

Nails digging into her arms, she tried to regular her breathing as her throat suddenly closed up.

"Well, if you don´t talk I will do all the talking then! I am Nice, by the way!" The boy told her his name and she breathed out, more relaxed than before and her grip loosened on herself.

"That´s a strange name…" She answered, feeling lonely inside her room. She hadn´t heard any names like that…as far as he knew, that was an adjective. There was a huff outside the door.

"Hah?! Well, what´s your name then?" The boy sounded offended, but more curious. She felt herself bristle and frustration build up. Why wouldn´t the boy just leave?!

"Success Number 01!" She cried out, burring her head into her knees. The boy made a confused sound.

"What kind of name is that?" He inquired, voice still so stupidly cheerful that it made her ears bleed. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up as she lifted her head and screamed.

"It´s my name! That´s what the others call me! Shut up!" Frustrated and hurt, she bit her lip harshly, sucking in a shaky breath as her stomach grumbled loudly.

"Oh? Are you hungry, Hajime-chan?" The boy, Nice asked her and she heard something ruffling as she froze, confused. Staring at the door in wonder, she was almost afraid to ask as something dropped into her food space. She crawled across the floor and gently took it into her hands, feeling the paper warping as she sniffed it. It smelt great…

"H-Hajime…-chan…?" She inquired, tilting her head, even though he couldn´t see it. What was a Hajime? Was that something to eat? Or something…bad?

"Yes, Hajime-chan. It´s your new name, since that number thing doesn´t sound like one at all. It means beginning!" Nice informed her, voice bright and she imaged him nodding along with a smile on his face.

Hajime…

There was stinging in her eyes as her fingers trembled. Her breathes coming out in short gasps and the wetness running down her cheeks as she burst into full out sobbing, chest shaking with each breath.

"Eh?! Wh-What?! Don´t you like it? We can change it! How about Start-chan? Or is it because I took a bite from the Hamburger? I couldn´t control myself, I am so sorry! Don't cry, please!" Nice sounded startled and worried and she hiccupped, taking a large bite out of the offered meal. Her stomach humming in pleasure as she felt the saltiness of her tears (it felt so good being able to cry again) mix with the tasty meat.

"I…I w-want-it to stop!" She pleaded for him, telling him about the way they kept hurting her. Everything blurted out of her mouth before she could stop it and the pressure in her chest felt lighter than before as she sobbed her heart out.

The silence that followed filled her with fear. Nice couldn´t have left, right?! He wouldn't…leave her alone inside this cold place. He couldn´t!

"Have you ever been outside, Hajime-chan?" Nice´s voice sounded strange to her, not like he had been before and she answered only to refrain him from going away.

"N-No…" She confessed, sitting up from where she had curled up on the floor.

"Me neither! It´s settled then! We will go see it together! I promise I will get you out of here, Hajime-chan!" Nice was bright and she flushed as hope bloomed inside her chest. Clutching the empty paper tightly, she nodded.


"Hajime-chan? Are you hungry?" Nice stopped to look at her, Murasaki falling silent as well. Hajime blinked twice, before nodding. She suddenly felt hungry for Hamburgers. Nice grinned at her, before walking straight for the next shop where they could buy some, ignoring Murasaki´s nagging and protesting behind him.

"How do you even know where we can get some Hamburgers?!" Murasaki called out with a sigh and Nice snorted and tapped lightly onto his forehead.

"I remember all the places where we can get what Hajime-chan likes to eat! It´s important, Murasaki!" Nice answered, before stepping inside the shop with bright yellow signs. Murasaki grumbled behind him and Hajime hid her smile behind her hands.

"They are always there for you…"


"I am going to open this, okay Hajime-chan?" She yelled out a confirmation, before the metal door gave off sounds and light shown into her room, blinding her for a few seconds as she blinked to adjust her eyes to the light.

Her heart beating heavily in her chest, she shuffled her feet and gazed up.

"N-Nice-kun…?" Hajime said lowly, before her eyes widen as she saw the flushed boy before her. He had the most beautiful pair of eyes she had seen, a mix between vivid blue and violet. His tussled, auburn hair gave him a wild look and a white bandage was plastered onto his nose.

"C-Cute…" She was too concentrated on observing him, taking in every detail she could to finally match the voice she had taken comfort in to a face.

"Come on, Hajime-chan! Let´s get out of here!" Nice held out a hand for her to take, everything about him was so awfully bright that she seemed like the darkness next to the light. She reached out, pulse raising, anticipation filling her before she hesitated.

What if they couldn´t make it? Did she deserve to escape? To maybe drag him down with her…? They would punish him like they punished her and then-

"There, that wasn´t so hard now, was it? Let´s see the world together!" Before her hand could fall to her side, he had reached out and grabbed it, gently but firm, giving it a squeeze as he grinned at her with so much happiness. The warmth seeping into her bones, tingling he skin.

The best thing about him was his grin, his smile. It was burned into her mind and he looked like a savior in that moment, the light shining in behind him.

She pulled herself up and nodded.


"Here you go, Hajime-chan! Hope you enjoy!" Nice held out a warped burger for her and she took it, gently unwarping the paper and passionately taking a bite and chewing. There was a bag on his left arm, no doubt filled with what she was currently eating and it tasted twice as good when he bought them for her, even listening to Murasaki´s half-hearted complaining about money.

She watched how they began to walk, him and Murasaki side by side and feeling impulsive, she did what she had wanted to do before he stepped into the store.

"Huh? Hajime-chan…?" Nice looked puzzled when she grabbed his hand, holding onto it tightly, not wanting to let go. The warmth reassured her as she continued to eat, looking straight into her favorite pair of eyes.

"They taste good." She answered, offering no more explanation than that, but Nice seemed to understand as he smiled tenderly, squeezing her hand back as he chuckled.

"The love will be endless, it will never fade…"

"If you want more just say so! You will never be hungry with me around!" Nice assured her, his other hand shoved holding the bag while Murasaki shook his head in disappear. Hajime found her eyes to be suspiciously wet, and blinked a few times to shove the feeling back.

Mrs. Haruka had been right.

A guardian angel was her most treasured person. Even though he almost left her, the image of him lying in his blood with dead eyes still fresh in her mind, she knew that even death couldn´t stop him from watching over her. She felt blessed and giddily happy at the same time.


Murasaki wanted to blame Hajime, while she may have looked innocent with her appearance, she was a little mastermind, no doubt having been influenced by the evilest manipulator of all times also known as Nice.

Or maybe the nice lady that offered more pay than usual was at fault with her praising of guardian angels. Of course, he had heard Hajime ask about it and had picked up on her detached behavior, but since Nice wasn´t doing anything against it, aside from throwing out their hard-earned money for Hamburgers, he kept silent.

Hajime was a strong girl, she would manage.

He had not expected Hajime to ask Raito for his laptop to research something on the internet while Nice was busy ordering a coke.

Everybody was obviously watching her from a distance, while Birthday was leaning over her shoulder to look at the screen.

They watched her face change slightly from blank to a small smile and then a frown. It wasn´t too long before Birthday burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! Why are you researching about Guardian Angels?!" Birthday asked, wiping tears away while all eyes locked onto them. Murasaki watched Hajime perk up, before crossing her arms above her chest.

"Let her do what she wants to, or I will throw you out." Master said with a warning look in his eyes and Birthday snorted while Raito sighed.

"I found my own." Hajime spoke up and Murasaki´s eyes opened wide. Everyone stopped what they were doing, Nice raised an eyebrow.

"Really? That´s great Hajime-chan!" He praised and Hajime smiled slightly. Koneko glowed as she cleaned another glass, looking visibly excited.

"I know, I know! How about everyone asks a question and you answer it! Then we can try to guess who it is!" She purred and Hajime nodded. Birthday was bouncing on his feet.

"Since they are considered to work under god and be unearthly beings, I will have to guess that you have seen them?" Raito was the first to ask much to their surprise and Hajime´s lips pulled slightly down before she nodded quickly.

"Was it a hot chick?!" Birthday grinned and Hajime shook her head with a small smile on her face and for a second she looked like she wanted to laugh. Birthday looked disappointed as he took a seat next to Raito, who petted his back in comfort.

"Tch, it obviously someone strong, right?" Honey spoke up and as she took another slip of her tea a smirk on her face.

"Yes." Hajime kept a straight face and Three hummed.

"Is the person kind and generous?" He asked her with a smile on his face and Hajime nodded once again.

"Okay, that means Nice is off the table." Master said and Nice choked on his coke before he half-heartedly glared at the man.

"Hey! That´s mean! Why would you even think that I am ." Nice started to say, only for Hajime to interrupt him.

"Bin-go." She spoke and the reaction from everyone followed straight away. Murasaki had to admit, he had a feeling on who it was but seeing the reaction from his partner certainly forced out a laugh from his throat.

Nice jaw dropped open and he almost fell of his stool as he tried to turn around to hide the blush that enflamed his face, turning his pale skin into the color of Hajime´s eyes. A strangled gasp let his lips as he buried his face into his hands.

"No way!" Birthday yelled and laughed. Honey snorted and even Raito and Three huffed out a laugh.

Murasaki smirked at the uncomfortable way his partner shifted in his seat, still as red as a tomato and watched Birthday walk over to the other, turning him around and getting close into his personal space with a hand underneath his chin.

"What?" Nice was defensive as he glared at Birthday who hummed and nodded to himself.

"Right, while you certainly aren´t a hot chick, it isn´t too bad." Birthday commented, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly and Nice glare intensified as his fist shot out to punch the other, Birthday barely dodging it and rushing to hide behind Raito while laughing his head off.

"Jerk." Nice hissed out and smiled gently at Hajime who returned it, before looking away and scratching his bandage on his cheek.

"I guess it was to be expected." Koneko sighed putting a glass on the shelf. Master hummed beside her, brewing another coffee as he watched the scene.

"It´s not strange, considering the history between the two. I had no doubt on who Hajime meant." Master murmured lowly and Koneko nodded to herself as she pushed up her glasses.

"Nice is the only one who can make Hajime-chan laugh or smile, he also takes good care of her, it´s sweet. I approve!" She whispered back and giggled to herself. Everyone had seen the bag Nice had brought in and the holding hands earned a squeal from her.


Murasaki really wished that Hajime hadn´t brought that up. After all, if she didn´t then he wouldn´t be thinking about this now.

Who would he consider a guardian angel?

There weren´t many people who he could choose from, no difference if dead or alive and that was kind of sad. While Murasaki considered himself strong and tried to tell himself that he wouldn´t need some kind of angel for protection, he couldn´t shake of the thought that if everybody had one, he would have one too and maybe it was a comforting thought.

But who would it be?

It had taken three hours for the revelation to hit him and it felt like he got his breath knocked out of him. First, he had been horrified and ashamed.

No way. There was no way possible it could be him. He refused.

Sure, he could admit that he understood why Nice would be the one Hajime considered her guardian angel. Seeing the two interact, everybody would agree with the girl, especially after hearing what went down between them.

What he did not expect was for his thoughts to stray and eventually come up with the same result as Hajime.

Nice was an idiot, a failure at cooking and money management, obvious to other´s feelings, lazy and way too blunt. Why would someone like that be something like that to him? The protection that Nice could provide wasn´t needed and the other was rather …strange when comforting other´s who´s name wasn´t Hajime.

Then he had to search the damned title and got the full definition. He wasn´t too stubborn to admit that some things were true.

Nice was the one who guided him at first and was always there to talk. Nice had been the one who showed him that being a dog to Facultas was wrong and would only make him miserable. He was the one who had let him live with them, even though Murasaki had hated him, no loathed him with passion at first.


"You can stay, since you won´t go even if I would physically remove you, which would be way too much effort. So, just do the housework and I will let you use the couch." It was a fair offer and he was surprised as Nice sighed and went to get some pillows for him.

At least now he wouldn´t have to sleep at another hotel.


"What, are you making a fashion statement?" Nice smartass remarks were getting annoying as he later threw his shirt, which was ripped beyond use for him onto the floor. It would be no good, he would need to buy another shirt.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Murasaki had changed, throwing everything that needed to be washed into the laundry basket in the bath only to find his partner sitting on the used couch, handling his shirt and-

Was Nice flicking it?!

His incredulity must have shown when the other huffed and turned back to his work. A needle held between his fingers with a string attached to it. Murasaki watched him expertly sew together the rips and holes with a concentrated but bored look.

It was impressive, since Murasaki himself couldn´t sew to save his life. Maybe it was because of his Minimum, but he found that he couldn´t handle the gentle and patient way that was needed to do such a thing.

"I am fixing your shirt. You always complain about the money, so we won´t need to waste it this way." Nice answered, calmly continuing his work and Murasaki took a seat beside him, eyes fixed onto the smooth task.

"How did you learn it?" Murasaki remembered that Facultas never taught things needed in real life aside from following orders and the basic needs everyone else had. Home economics weren´t part of such lessons, same with everything related to housework.

"There were a few times some type of clothing ripped and it´s hard to find some pieces. Also, I hate cloth shopping. Hajime´s gloves needed to be sewn and I found myself trying to fix them for her for several nights. After that it became a habit. Don´t tell me you are complaining, it´s one of your favorite shirts, isn´t it?" Nice eyes hadn´t left his work and Murasaki didn´t find words to reply to that.

It was thoughtful of the other and he found it relaxing to watch him do the work. Now, Birthday couldn´t make fun of him for being the woman in the house. Sewing was considered girly or not? Then again, Murasaki had a feeling Nice wouldn´t appreciate to be teased about his little habit.

Maybe he could tell Raito about it, since his cloaks were sometimes getting ripped during the fight and these were expensive to replace. That would stop Birthday from laughing at the other.

"I could try to teach you if you want." Nice offered as he finished the shirt and Murasaki had to admit, the shirt could be worn again. That would really have been a waste to throw it away.

"Sure." He agreed in the end, only to try it, because it would be interesting to see how the other would manage to help him with his inability to sew.


In the end, Murasaki didn´t learn sewing and had ruined a shirt, while Raito had gotten his cloaks fixed. It wasn´t too bad and it was an interesting experience aside from the blood he lost while stabbing himself.

"Say, do you have someone you would consider your guardian angel?" Murasaki asked during dinner one night and Nice stopped eating in surprise, before thinking about it, while Hajime and Murasaki took another bite out of their meal.

"Until now…not really. However, I guess there are a few people who could be counted as such." Nice confessed, eating another bite of rice.

"Who?" Hajime asked, eyes bright with curiosity and Murasaki couldn´t blame her. He was interested too.

"There would be Skill…and you two of course." Nice shoved another mouth of rice into his face, feeling his face heat up slightly. He was honest and completely sincere in his words.

Skill was obvious since he had his heart beating inside his chest. He hadn´t named Art, because that was a rather complicated matter and well…

Murasaki cooked for him, protected him from time to time and was generally enjoyable to be around. Sure, the nagging about the money was annoying but in a rather fond and endearing way now after the years they spent together.

Hajime had been his light, the one who made him release what he wanted to do, made him act in his desire. Just seeing her smile would automatically make him do the same. She was someone who he could count on to be always be there and never get fed up with him. In a way, she had been the reason, why he left the dark prison known as Facultas.

"W-What?!" Murasaki choked on his piece of meat, eyes wide in disbelief. Nice rolled his eyes and held his bowl of rice in front of his chest.

"You heard me…" He mumbled and Hajime´s eyes sparkled with emotion, although the smile on her face was small. Nice returned it with a grin of his own as Murasaki got his breathing under control.

He hadn´t expected that answer, but he couldn´t help the pride that spread through him.

"I guess, I have a lot of work to do for the rest of my life, then." He commented and Nice struck his tongue out while Hajime asked for seconds with a small giggle.

Maybe they would leave a small donation for the church with Mrs. Haruka´s name on the letter.

Or in Hajime´s case, on the Hamburger.