Izaya's POV parts are the Italics without quotes. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

Encounter (Izaya's POV)

It was a dark night when I first saw her.

Izaya was walking down the sidewalks of Ikebukuro when he heard a crash in the trees next to him. He stopped and looked towards the sound. Being a curious little ten-year-old, he hopped the guardrail and walked around by the trees. He saw twigs and leaves scattered all over in one spot. Then his eyes fell on something white a feet in front of him. The boy quickly walked over to the white object and stopped.

She was a beautiful sight.

The boy stared in awe at the girl before him. 'An angel!'

The girl was laying on her side, her pure white wings covered most of her body. She sat up and stared at the grass beneath her. She flapped her wings, but couldn't take off.

Izaya noticed that the girl wore a pure white dress that had thin straps and stopped at her knees. There was a pure white ribbon with no clasp or bow around her neck and a golden bell attached to it. Her dark, navy blue hair went down to her shoulders. She wore no socks or shoes.

She blinked and turned her head to see Izaya staring at her.

The moment she looked at me, I fell in love.

Her eyes widened as she gasped. She tried to stand up, but she screamed quietly in pain and fell back down, putting her hand over her right ankle.

The boy blinked and took one step closer, making sure not to frighten her even more. "Um, I could help you if you'd let me."

The angel looked at the black-haired boy with lost and scared eyes. "You'd…do that?"

Izaya nodded. "I can help you to the hospital."

She looked at her wings, then at her injured ankle.

"Or I could take you to my place," he offered as a second choice. "My mom's a nurse, so she can help your ankle."

The girl closed her eyes for a moment. Just before she opened her eyes, her wings slowly disappeared. Izaya blinked in amazement. The girl looked back at Izaya. "I'd rather not go to the hospital."

"Okay," Izaya replied as he kneeled down in front of her. He gently took the girl's wrist and put it over his shoulder, then put one hand on her back and the other under her legs. He picked her up as he stood up. The boy was surprised at how light she was.

She tensed up a little and wrapped her other arm around Izaya's neck and gripped the back of his shirt, turning her head and burying her face in his shoulder. It was weird for her not to be using her wings or her own two feet, so she was scared.

The black-haired boy smiled gently at her. "It's okay," he whispered in reassurance. Even though he had reassured her, he didn't feel her grip loosen at all. He began walking home with this mysterious angel in his arms.

He opened the door to his house and entered, closing the door behind him with his foot. "I'm home!" he shouted, startling the angel. "Ah. I'm sorry."

A woman came out from the kitchen. "Welcome ho-" She cut herself off when she saw the girl. "Oh my." She walked over to them. "Who's this young girl?"

"I'm not sure," Izaya responded, looking at the girl in his arms. "But she fell down from the trees three blocks away from here."

"Are you hurt anywhere?" the woman asked gently.

The girl had been turned her head a little and was looking at the woman out of the corner of her eye. "My ankle hurts a lot," she said quietly.

The woman looked at Izaya. "Set her on the couch in the living room," she said. She turned a little. "I'll be right back with my medical bag." She turned around completely and walked back through the kitchen.

Izaya walked into the living room and gently set the girl down on the couch.

The girl looked at Izaya, then blinked and looked away. "Thank you," she said quietly.

"You're welcome." He blinked. "Oh yeah. Might I ask what your name is? Mine's Izaya Orihara."

She was silent for a moment, as if debating on whether or not to tell him. "Riko."

"Riko? Do you have a last name?"

Riko shook her head slightly, then looked at Izaya. "I only have a first name."

"Well, you are an angel. Do angels forget their last names when they die?"

Riko blinked. "Die?" She looked up at the ceiling. "I didn't die. I was given these wings when I was five because I hated my family."

"So you're not an angel."

The girl looked back at the boy. "Yes I am. At least, that's what He told me."

"God?"

Riko nodded. "Yeah."

"How old are you?"

"Ten."

Izaya smiled with joy. "So am I!"

Riko closed her eyes and smiled ever so slightly.

At that moment, all of time stood still for a minute.

Izaya's mother walked into the living room. "Alright. Let's take a look at that ankle," she said as she walked over to the couch. She sat down on the couch next to Riko. "Could you put the one that's hurting on my lap, please?"

The girl complied. She winced slightly as her ankle came in contact with the woman's lap. Riko watched Izaya's mother's hands as she tended to the girl's injured ankle.

After some minutes, Izaya's mother finished tending to Riko's ankle. "Well," she began, "the good news is that you only sprained your ankle, so no major treatment will be needed. But you shouldn't put a lot of pressure on it until the swelling and pain go away completely." She smiled gently. "Alright?"

Riko nodded once. "Okay."

The woman stood up. "Well, it's late. You should get some sleep." She looked at Izaya. "Izaya, could you go get her a blanket and pillow?"

"Sure," he said, then turned and walked off.

The woman looked back at Riko. "I'm sorry that you have to sleep here," she apologized. "I'll fix up the guest room tomorrow so you can sleep there tomorrow night."

Riko smiled slightly. "Thank you."

Izaya came back with a blanket and pillow. He put the pillow behind Riko and put the blanket over her, pulling it up to just above her waist. "There you go."

"Thank you, Izaya," the girl said.

"You're welcome, Riko," he responded.

Izaya's mother said goodnight and went off to bed. Izaya sat down on the coffee table in front of the couch and looked at Riko. "She always goes to bed early because she has to get up very early for work."

"I see."

"So, where did you come from?"

"Shinjuku."

Izaya blinked. "Really? You flew all that way without being noticed?"

"I'm able to fly very high up," she answered. She closed her eyes and her wings appeared again. "I can fly through the sky as much as I want. I can even sit on the fluffy white clouds."

The black-haired boy stared at the dark, navy blue-haired girl. He blinked and looked down. "Mm."

My heart pounded in my chest as she spoke. Her voice was so soothing. It had a calming effect on me. It was like she was hypnotizing me, yet, she wasn't.

He looked at the girl again, then stood up.

Riko heard Izaya stand up and opened her eyes and looked at him. "Are you going to bed now?"

"No," he simply said. The boy took a few steps forward and leaned over, looking into Riko's dark blue eyes. "Please forgive me."

Riko blinked in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Izaya closed his eyes and kissed the girl on the lips. Riko's eyes widened, then closed after a second. Her wings disappeared, leaving one feather in her lap. Izaya broke away and hugged Riko, his eyes were still closed. 'Forgive me, God, for I believe I have sinned by kissing an angel.'

Riko's ankle healed a few weeks later. And a month after that…

Izaya woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. He sat up and looked around and, out of the corner of his eye, saw a small white object beside his pillow. He looked at it and picked it up, examining it. 'It's the feather from her wing.' Izaya closed his eyes and silently cried.

She left.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this. ^_^