Guardian of the Angels

A/N: Hello all, back with another random story that's not The Library. I'm sorry, it's just that that chapter is so...(taboo, I think the word would be?), even I'm having trouble with writing it. And that's saying something. It's at like 2,000 words, but I'm wracking my brains so I don't screw it up. It's only being delayed out of love, I promise!

-Anyways, hope you enjoy the story, and if you like, leave a review!

Just another day in school, learning what the world told us needed to be learned, doing what the world made us do. Of course, no one dared question it; it had been like this since time immemorial, right? Why change it?

Of course, I wasn't upset with the system, per se. It just frowned upon being anything outside of the norm.

So being a sub-organic creature who can flit between the realms of the living and the dead made it pretty hard to fit in. I made do, of course. Whenever I came upon a new school, which was pretty often, owing to my role in the world, I would always introduce myself as a computer geek. It turned most people away from looking into my profile any longer than they had to, and it allowed me to carry my equipment with me without drawing unwanted attention.

I was supposed to escort Angels through life to allow them safe passage into the world of the dead. It was an interesting job, to say the least. I've been doing it for humans for almost four centuries. It's a curious relationship, myself and the Angels.

Angels are simply humans that are gifted with abilities that often transcend the limits of reality and cross over into my kind's plane of existence. When that occurs, we are sent out to guide these humans until their death, and upon their death, await their eventual rebirth.

Of course, we could follow them into the realm of the dead, but that plane is pockets of matter, surrounded by light years of void emptiness on all sides. Simply finding a single person or a few persons would take years, and by that point it would be safe to say they had been rebirthed.

Like my charges have been, and why I'm currently seated in a high school classroom pretending that I don't know every detail of World War II, and why Japan lost. But that is neither here nor there.

My charge from the last life has gained an identical twin sister for this round in the world of the living. She is also an Angel, leading me to believe that something occurred in the afterlife that caused her creation. It's not often when an additional Angel appears so close to the first. Almost unheard of, in fact.

Anyways, they were going to be attending classes in this school, so I manipulated a few temporal variables and inserted myself into the class roster of the class they would be assigned to.

I kept a similar opinion to the appearance she had known me as in the last life, so hopefully that would strike a chord with her subconscious and at least make her initiate first contact. As a general rule, we were not allowed to interact with our assigned Angels unless they did so first, after which it was fine.

I sense them arriving. My oh my, the new Angel's presence feels...similar, somehow, to the first. Well, they are identical twins, but still. This was different.

"Class, I'd like to introduce two new students who will be attending Nakamura High starting today." The teacher stood and announced, before heading to the door, where a small amount of white could be seen in the window. Same as ever.

The short, silver-white haired girls that walked in did not surprise me one bit, and even caused me to chuckle a bit, though I kept that quiet. The first Angel was obvious, carrying herself with an air of elegance, her yellow eyes scanning the room like a cat identifying how to best engage a piece of food. Her eyes stayed on me for a fraction of a second longer than anyone else, and I knew she had made some sort of connection, whether she consciously knew it or not.

Her twin, on the other hand, was completely different, despite being the same physically. Her eyes were bright red, and shone with an off putting sheen, almost as though she was planning to murder everyone in the room.

Her mannerisms, however, were quite the opposite. Her mouth was kept in the same indifferent style as her sister's, but instead of looking stoic and commanding, it gave the girl a distraught and afraid look. She kept her hands together behind her back, and looked to be attempting to make herself seem as small as possible, which wasn't hard, when she wasn't much taller than a small child in the first place.

Her throat is what drew me in, however. She had scars on her throat, red against her milky white skin. Long, thin, and red, there was no doubt as to what it was.

The first Angel spoke to the class, her tone of voice the same emotionless, cold, calculating voice as I had remembered it. Well, except for the fact that she wasn't on a hospital bed, this time.

"Hello, everyone, my name is Kanade Tachibana." She gestured to her sister, who waved meekly with one hand upon being addressed. She didn't look anyone in the eyes, either, preferring to stare at the intricate patterns that tile floors create.

"This is my twin sister, Kaede. She is mute, and if anyone attempts to make life difficult for her, they will be punished accordingly." That monotone is music to my ears, it really is. I can even hope that someone tries to mess with the twin...Kaede, she said? I hope someone messes with her; I've been missing out on some decapitations these past few years of sliding among the parallel existences of the world as we know it.

Ah, that's right; she most likely has no knowledge of her abilities at the current point. Alas, it will have to wait.

"Please take a seat anywhere there are open seats." The teacher gestured vaguely at the half-empty classroom. It was an advanced class, so there were many empty seats.

And yet, Kanade chose to sit next to me, and Kaede sat to the right of her twin. Maybe she does recognize me? If she does so, and consciously, this will be really awkward to explain.

I can't exactly walk up to her after class and say "Hey, I was the doctor who pulled the plug on you in your last life."

It would probably cause just a teeny bit of friction between us. Nothing serious, though...

You can hear the sarcasm, right? Okay, just making sure.