A/N: Hello and welcome my first evar Fic! (Well, on this site anyway, but the other site that I had been using was crap so it doesn't really count) Anyway Here is the first Chappy to a story that has been finished for a while, but has yet to be edited. Go easy on me, It is my first upload, be gentle!

And without further ado, I present to you: The first Chapter of Fallen From Grace!

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Disclaimer: In no way, shape, form or fashion do I own Naruto or any of the Characters in this Fanfic. I do, however own the plot and general idea.

Now then, enjoy!

The soft petals of the pastel pink rose tickled Sakura's delicate nose as she leaned in for one last sniff. She smiled at the sweet-smelling flower and trailed a pinky over one of its tiny petals, causing it to wilt and break from its spot, gently crumbling to the ground. She sighed, her thoughts drifting to the unfortunate souls that were her next targets. They were an older couple, in their late nineties, and were probably expecting her visit; but they would still be completely unprepared, after all, what human in their right mind would be ready for death?

Reluctant to leave the garden she was currently playing in, it took a little effort to continue along the worn dirt path up to the old farmer's home.

Though she was one of the most beautiful angels, Sakura was, in mortal eyes, the darkest. She had been charged with releasing souls from their Earthly bodies and sending them up to the Gates of Heaven where their judgment would take place. Despite what humans thought of her occupation, Sakura believed with everything she had that she had the best job that could be offered to an angel. It was a humbling experience to send an innocent soul to their long deserved rest, unfortunately not every soul would be innocent and pure, some were damaged and dark, corrupt with what the world had to offer. As for those souls, well, that wasn't really her problem, she was only doing as Father instructed.

Sakura stepped up onto an old but well-maintained porch, feeling the wood decay under her feet; she didn't dwell on this too much, considering the wood would simply renew itself the moment her toes lifted from the spot. She ghosted through the door, not opening it suspecting the action would only wake the couple that was supposedly snoozing comfortably inside.

Looking around, she noted that the house was small and quaint with comfy looking furniture in calming colors and a sweet aroma drifting across her nose.

She adored it.

Though Sakura herself was allowed to live anywhere she pleases, anywhere in the world, she normally chooses small, quiet, out-of-the-way houses such as these because of the peace they brought her. She especially loved the charm of the old farm house she was currently snooping around in. Making a mental note to check the surrounding area for reasonably priced real estate, she closed her eyes, relying on her senses to pinpoint the exact location of her targets.

Finding them was embarrassingly easy; they were simply upstairs in the bedroom sleeping, blissfully unaware of their impending assent into Judgment.

She did not bound up the stairs with a fierce howl and sling her scythe around like a lunatic, as any horror movie might suggest. It was actually rather insulting to know that's what humans thought of her, it was a far cry from the gentle creature she really was. Scowling at the thought of such idiotic movies, she quietly tiptoed up carpeted stairs and into the first bedroom on the right, scythe in hand, finding the two curled up together, apparently in deep slumber.

Mr. and Mrs. Harris had lived a long and full life, one most would call blessed and prosperous. Father knew of their gratefulness for the long life they had shared and thus, had issued an order for them to be brought home, where a long overdue rest was waiting.

Mr. Harris' back was facing her, relaxed and completely at ease. As she started toward the bed, he stirred and a pair of stark blue, fully aware eyes shot to her. She paused, it was as if he could see her, which was not a common occurrence, but starring into his unwavering eyes, she had her doubts. Suddenly he clenched his wife's hand in his own and kissed the top of her head-confirming her suspicions-and turned his gaze once again to her. Maybe she had been wrong, maybe such a tired and devoted human such as him, who had experienced so much in life, could be ready to leave this retched world, never to return.

She sent the male a small reassuring smile, silently telling him not to worry, that they were considered some of the most devout humans she had been sent to free and would be rewarded accordingly. She lifted her scythe into the air with both hands, bringing it down first onto the Farmer, shredding the binds to his humanity, setting the soul inside free. She repeated the process with his wife, her essence rising from her body to join her husbands in bliss and true, unhindered, freedom.

It is almost impossible to describe a soul, most have a unique quality about them, something that reflected upon the personality it contained. Like snowflakes, each completely different, but every single one ethereally beautiful. Mr. Harris was a soothing blue sphere with soft, rounded edges and a full, simple design; quite like other farmer's souls, but still breathtakingly beautiful and blatantly unique. Mrs. Harris' soul on the other hand had a creamy white hue and seemed to be weaved out of the finest lace. Sakura deemed it safe to assume this woman had a kind and understanding personality.

She could without a doubt understand why humans could not see another's soul, she had had many years' experience with the creatures and even her breath hitched when she laid eyes on them. Surely any human would go blind experiencing their beauty, just as how a human cannot look upon Father without instantly dying; only a pure and unblemished being can gaze upon The Creator.

Shaking her thoughts from her head, she focused back on the balls of light dancing around her. She lifted her scythe toward Heaven, sending them into the clouds. A sense of peace nearly overwhelmed her; she had brought another to complete eternal rest…humbling indeed.

Returning to the beaten path snaking its way through the surrounding cotton fields, Sakura found herself stretching her sleepy wings. It felt amazing to set them free after days of lying dormant as bones beneath the skin of her back. She turned back to the house one last time, it seemed empty and desolate now that the life had been released from it. She had discovered long ago that stripping the soul from a house's residents sucked the life from the house itself. This one looked as if it had been built to commemorate a house in one of the moronic movies that Naruto had somehow convinced her to watch with him; when only an hour ago it felt warm and inviting.

Suddenly feeling like the soul reaper that she was, she turned away from the seemingly mourning house and slipped away, finally heading home. Travelling incredibly fast, with one…two…three strong pushes from her powerful wings, she was home.

Her small feet touched the cool grass of her lawn and she relaxed, taking in the familiarity that was home. She absently wondered why she had taken it upon herself to carry out this particular order herself. Normally she would have one of her 'workers' fulfill such a trivial order, she may be the feared Angel of Death, but she hardly ever brought the ending of a life herself. Dismissing it as simply needing a change in scenery from her usual dreary and depressing desk, she stepped over the threshold, instantly noticing that the wards set up to protect her home had been removed and there was a dark presence roaming around inside her home.

She signed, "You really should ask before you just break into my house, Naruto."

Suddenly, an orange blur tackled her to the floor with a loud screech of "WELCOME HOME SAKURA-CHAN!"

"Get off Naruto!"

The loud blonde stood up and scratched the back of his head, smiling sheepishly down at her lying sprawled out in her foyer. Admittedly, he was a gorgeous angel, even in an orange T-shirt and jeans, she sighed, the Angel of Destruction was certainly a sight to behold.

"Sorry Sakura-chan, but I've been waiting so long for you to come back" he apologized, reaching down and lifting her back to her feet as if she weighed absolutely nothing.

She glanced over at her best friend, something seemed…off about him, as if he was hiding something from her. Being his best friend since they were children, she could almost instantly notice these things. Turning her head to fully scrutinize her friend, she ignored his babbling and hopping around to focus on his features, he seemed all too happy today.

"Naruto."

"Yes, Sakura-chan?"

"Are you alright?" It was at this question that he promptly freaked out.

This worried her. Naruto was never one to really freak out over anything, especially insignificant crap. He had been charged with the burden of carrying a demon within him since birth, only to be set free when the time for the apocalypse arose…literally. The Kyuubi was the embodiment of death, one of the four 'horsemen'. Little did the poor corrupted humans know that she would be riding on a raging, foul, nine-tailed fox with jagged teeth and sharpened claws when it came time to remove the innocent and rein terror and suffering upon the unjust. Regardless, having the constant voice of said demon in your head couldn't be the easiest life to lead, especially since some angels considered Naruto to be the demon himself, which was rather stupid in her opinion. She had become instant friends with the hyperactive boy when Father had introduced them all those years ago and now, hundreds of years later, they were still fast friends.

Needless to say, the fact that he was so nervous about something worried her.

The obvious practically jumped up and slapped her in the face.

The fidgeting.

The Nervousness.

The obviously distracting endless chatter about absolutely nothing.

...The slight blush that still colored his sun-kissed cheeks.

"Naruto?" she called, effectively cutting him off mid-babble.

"Sakura-chan?" was it just her, or did his voice sound a bit strained.

"Is this about Hinata?"

Naruto Uzumaki, the most confident guy she had ever met, began to turn a particularly interesting shade of maroon at the question. "No…"

Riiiiiiiiiiight.

She continued to observe him in the silence that ensued, and he began to fidget. Ah, a true sign of nerves getting to you. She broke out in a grin, "What happened Naruto? What did you do?" She tried to suppress her giggle at the look on the poor guys face.

"I didn't mean to Sakura-chan!" he blurted, obviously distraught, "I didn't mean to tell her, it just kinda slipped out! I had nowhere else to go, and your house was the only one with ramen that I know of…"

And he was off again, talking so fast that his words were practically a slur. She sighed, the man before her had been in love with the shy Hyuuga heiress for decades, but was a bit too dense to realize the Angel of Kindness had fallen for him long ago.

She didn't know whether to laugh or scream. How hard was it to see that somebody cared for you as much as you cared for them?

She had gathered from his frantic, barely comprehensible explanation that he had let his feelings for her slip while supposedly speaking with her, and fled like Lucifer himself was on his heels after realizing his little outburst. She wracked her brain for ideas of how to console her friend, she may have classified this event as trivial, but to the young demon container, it was about someone he held close to his heart, someone he wanted next to him for the entirety of his existence-however long that may be-and she had to admit, the blonde deserved to be happy.

"Go talk to her Naruto."

His insistent ranting came back into focus for her and she realized that he had stopped short at her comment. Appalled that she would suggest such a thing, he stared at her as if she had just sprouted a few more limbs. "What?"

"You have to talk to her. You can't just leave her in the dark like that, who knows how she felt when you bolted. Hinata's heart is fragile Naruto, be more careful with it." She advised, eyeing him. She knew that this angel would be the most doting, loving, male that any female –heaven-sent or otherwise- would envy to no end.

She tuned back into his gibberish mid-sentence, "-right thanks Sakura-chan!"

With that the blur tackled her again before springing to his feet and flying out the door behind him, snapping it shut on his way out.

She blinked, that was a rather…odd occurrence. It wasn't every day that she came home to an overactive, emotionally unstable, blonde and she had taken the entire ordeal in stride, only allowing herself to let shock flitter across her face as she continued to lay on the floor, yet again staring at the ceiling of her foyer. The guy had a habit of disappearing just as suddenly as he arrived, and always in the same whirlwind fashion that left his fellow angels breathless and always two steps behind him. Maybe Hinata will be able to calm him down a bit…doubt it.

Shaking the incident from her mind, Sakura headed upstairs to her private quarters, crawling into bed and under her thick comforter and pulling it up to her nose for some much anticipated sleep. She felt a soft breeze ruffle her hair and she cracked an eye open, realizing she had yet to close the balcony doors she had flung open upon her departure. She enjoyed the feeling of taking flight from her second story balcony as opposed to simply pushing off from the ground. Reluctantly, she pushed herself up onto her feet and was swinging the glass doors shut when movement from the small cottage across the lake caught her ever-watchful eye.

Momentarily forgetting her lack of sleep, she slipped out onto the balcony. She could see that a family had rented the cozy home from the slick business man that lived approximately an hour in the opposite direction. Looking closely, she could clearly make out the mother, a patient soul, herding her three children to the small wooden picnic table for their lunch. She felt jealousy twist in her stomach for the innocent woman. As an angel she was doomed to have no children, no heirs to carry on her legacy, which she had come to terms with long ago.

The fact that still bothered her as she watched a dark haired man walk from the house carrying a tray of some sort, was that she had no one to share her life with, no one to ease her wandering mind and calm her restless soul. Even Naruto had -hopefully- found someone to care for him…poor Hinata; she'll have to meet with her sometime soon to get some details.

Sakura gasped as suddenly the overpowering smell of blood invaded her senses and a drenched cloth was pressed against her mouth and a damp rope circled her wrist and ankles. A stinging sensation accompanied the hot liquid being splattered against her exposed back.

All this in the course of about three seconds.

She lost her balance and the floor swung up to meet her face. She screwed her eyes shut, waiting for the burst of pain that would inevitably come with her face smashing against the unyielding wood.

It never came. She became aware of two strong yet calloused hands holding her up. She tried bucking and twisting away from the tight grip the thing had on her only to be rewarded with an impatient growl.

"Annoying" a rough, baritone voice commented from behind her, revealing her captive to be a male…a demonic male…damn.

She knew that it was completely pointless to struggle so she relaxed slightly in his hands, going limp and awaiting the opportunity to escape to present itself.

Angels, being the pure creatures that they were, could only be bound by the blood of the damned. Such as the blood of a serpent because it was punished by God for luring Eve into tasting of the fruit that Father himself had forbidden. Demon's blood was also completely acidic to angels; hence the probable scars on her back from the beast slinging his blood on her. The traitors' blood turned to poison as soon as they defied Father, twisting their hearts into unrecognizable smears and ripping apart their souls. There was no doubt that the material holding her was soaked thoroughly in both, keeping her strength at near zero and keeping her wings from sprouting free.

She found herself to be furious, not only with the vengeful heathen angel-napping her, but with herself for letting this happen so suddenly. It was stupid for her to assume that simply because Naruto was here when she arrived no demon could slip into her safe haven.

Well, we all know how assume is spelled.

It was when she felt a sharp sting at the back of her neck that she knew that the battle –if there ever really was one-was over. She let out a defeated cry, only for it to be muffled by the cotton over her mouth.

Her vision blurred and she fell into the darkness.

A/N: Yeah, I know, I kinda dived head-first into all of the action, (I'm not really one to beat around the bush), but I hope you enjoyed it all the same! Please review! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.

Until we meet again (tips imaginary hat)