Hey everyone Laurel here, introducing a new character to the bunch. So here is Saya in her own debut in Angel of Death. I do not own anyone from Yami No Matsui (Descendants of Darkness)

Tatsumi and Watari teleported to his own home, a small flat outside of the Chief's own home. Watari held the unconscious body of Hisoka while Tatsumi held Tsuzuki's both had been burned by hell's flames, by which Tsuzuki had tried commit suicide. Hell's flames was the only way for a Shinigami to commit his own death, but it was even worse than having someone murder you, and poor Hisoka ran into the flames after his partner, to try and maybe rescue him. Both had fainted and had it not been for the scientist, both would be dead.

"Place Tsuzuki on the couch, and watch him while I get Hisoka settled in, in the guest room, and grab Saya" Watari said as his glasses were sliding off of his nose. Saya was the only person who could heal them all and luckily she was asleep down the hall. Watari walked into a room on the right side of the hall, with its light green walls and Bamboo furnishings, this was supposed to be his room, but he and Saya's relationship had moved very quickly, and so he set the young blonde boy on the bed before turning into the dark blue room opposite him.

Softly the door creaked open. "Saya" he whispered to the slender sleeping form in the bed, his bed. Her breathing was hardly audible, and she held onto a pillow like it was him. A strand of her strawberry blonde hair fell into her eyes. Softly he brushed the strands away and pressed a kiss to her forehead, causing her to open her sapphire eyes slowly. "Saya my love, I need you

"Tari? good cause I need you too" she whispered and he nodded softly.

"Not now, I need your help"

"Who got hurt?" she asked and sat up, the blue silken coverlet fell off of her chest to show off her pale creamy skin inside a small green tank top with lace for the hem. The cotton was lacy at the hems, and underneath he could see the outline of her full breasts and generous cleavage. She stretched and swung her legs over the side of the bed, clad in a pair of dark brown yoga pants with LOVE printed on the hip in green that hung loosely to her slightly curved hips. She stood up and he ogled her slim body. She was only about five foot four, nearly a foot shorter than him, tiny in most ways, slim, yet she was strong, mentally, physically, and with her powers. Second in power to only Tsuzuki, and for now at least she belonged to him, and he was seriously jealous of that pillow.

"Tari, who's hurt?" she asked again as she threw on her fuzzy sandal slippers.

"Tsu and his partner. He tried to bun himself" He said and she rushed out the door not even noticing his own burns. She still had feeling for him, he thought, even though she was his, she still had feelings for Tsuzuki. His fist met the solid maple door frame, with a loud bang.

Tatsumi was sitting on the couch and he got up when he entered the room, like he should of course but she pushed him back into the chair before he could bow. She undid the buttons on her ex-lovers shirt and felt the smooth skin that had already healed like it should. Her fingers felt his skin, which still sent shivers down her spine.

Hell flames burned from the inside, leaving terrors of frights in the hearts of their victims, which was the dangerous part of the flames, and only she was able to get rid of them, but in return she needed a symbol of love to get them out of her own body. She straddled his groin and placed both hands over his heart, allowing her aura to surround them both, her hair began to fly up and she softly channeled the energy into his heart, and through her soul. She searched his heart for things that should not be there, things that could cause him to die. 'Ohh so he does love his partner, that explains that' she thought as she finished up.

She was shaking, the man had more than enough to kill twenty humans and yet he had survived, but she was fading fast because of this. Watari and Tatsumi caught her as she got up and fell to the ground. Her energy was depleted, and Watari softly lifted her up into his arms, and carried her to his room.

The scientist was stronger than anyone had imagined, and his body was all muscle under his lab coat, which sent even more shivers up her spine. She looked up into his emerald eyes, which were focused on her own sapphire ones.

"Tari?" she asked because something wild roamed in his eyes, something possessive. He dropped her to the bed, and leaned over her, before he lay on top of her, in between her slender legs which she locked around him, because she was just as possessive of him, as he of her. Tonight after that pillow, and then her straddling Tsuzuki, he was not going easy in this make out session, Ohh hell no.

She was agreeing with him, and she pulled his shirt out of his pants, and slid her hands up his rigid abdomen. He tasted her lips, licking the seam, and then taking all control, taking the sweet treasure from her kisses. Her one hand made its way to the back of his neck, tangling in his orange red hair, the other holding her to his chest, while his held her neck, and waist in his grasp.

Watari was everything she wanted, and though part of her still cared for Tsuzuki, he controlled her heart, and from the force of the kisses her was giving her, he didn't realize that fact yet. He made her feel safe, and was great when it came to an intellectual conversation. She moaned into his mouth as his love, his possessiveness warmed the icy terrors in her heart, causing them to dissipate. And by gods, Watari had nothing on any of the guys she kissed, damn he was the best. She pulled out and he placed a trail of butterfly kisses up her jaw line until he had reached her right earlobe.

"Better love?" he whispered, noticing how rock hard he was and he knew she wouldn't give up her virginity just yet, but every time they kissed, he wanted her more. His teeth captured her earlobe.

"Ahh" her breath caught and she pulled him closer.

"Saya, we need to get rid of the pillow" he said and he rolled off of her and onto his side, with his one arm holding his head up. Her fingers traced his jaw line.

"Aww is my baby jealous?" she asked and he pulled her on top of him.

"Very" was his subtle reply, and she could feel his manhood through his pants.

"Well then I will give you some pleasure later, but first I have Hisoka to heal" She said with a naughty wink, and his pink haired woman sashayed out of the room. With lips bruised from his kisses.