Disclaimer: I think it is pretty obvious that I do NOT own Naruto or any of its characters. If I did, I definitely would've treated them better.

Notes: Okay, so I kept this short since I wanted to know if people would like it or not. I really like writing NS fanfics, and really like this type of story. So, if you like what you've read thus far then review, favorite, and follow and I'll continue!

Chapter One:

Fate Is A Silly Concept

Humans always seemed to amaze her. The way the lived their lives whether foolishly or humbly had always seemed to make her mind race with a series of questions she knew would never be answered. Humans were complex and because of what she was, she wasn't allowed to know what made them work. All she could do was watch and do her duty, which she would have to do quite soon instead of lounging around on top of this building. The book that rested in her lap was brown and bulky, covered with many symbols and foreign writing. This book was what made her job easier since humans usually gave her a hard time.

She was what many people called an 'Angel', such a alluring name for someone who isn't as aesthetically pleasing as if they were portrayed to be. No, she had no wings adorning her back and she did not have a halo glimmering above her head. 'Angels' were not as they were described to be. Humans always took things to another level; their imaginations far too great. Angels looked just like humans and they had duties, which varied among the ranks. The higher ups had cushier (yet extremely hard) jobs while she, in the center of the spectrum, was something that dealt with people head on. This book that they carried held the names and dates of humans who will die and it was their duties to guide their soul to the 'other side'. Humans called them Angels of Death or more popularly, the Grim Reaper. Humans are quite stupid, so this angel thought.

The book was glowing again. A human must've died just now. Right on time. The book immediately flipped open to the page that held the human's picture and his information, which includes the date and cause of how he was supposed to die. It was time for Sakura to send him towards peace or maybe worse, wherever he ends up was where he was supposed to be. With snap of her petite fingers, she had been shrouded in a white dust and disappeared towards the area. It was at the middle of the beach, people surrounded the man's body as he lied there dead and motionless. Her eyes looked around to see people that looked in horror while others were taking pictures and speaking to what the humans called '911'. It was too late for him to be saved, so their emergency call was for naught.

His soul, which was just a hollow and un-physical form of his living self had slowly rose from his body that was nothing but a flesh shell now. He raised his arms in disbelief, trying to touch himself but to discover that he was not a physical being anymore. His hands would go right through him, and it was in that moment that he realized what was happening. Well, more like of what became of him. He slowly turned to look at her, noticing her black ensemble and her innocent, curious eyes looking at him. Since she was the only who seemed unfazed and clearly he saw him, he knew she had the answers. "Who…?"

"I'm here to guide you." She replied quickly, not giving him enough time to complete his sentence or register the thought of what was happening. "Who are you?", "Are you death?", and all those other questions she heard a million times before would not be said today. She wasn't in the mood, and she really didn't have to answer their questions. It was out of this strange urge that would occur once in a blue moon where she would indulge the humans. Today, however, she couldn't find herself in the right disposition to give them answers. Hovering her hand over the thick, bulky book, a symbol lit up the entire area and bathed them in light. The human livings around them could not see it. They could not see the man's soul disappearing to the place where only humans souls go.

He was gone now, what was to become of him was now out of her hands. Whether he was reincarnated or sent to the void was really none of her concern. Ah, that's right. You don't know that, do you? Humans were taken to this middle world called purgatory, which the humans seemed to have someone discovered by some odd chance. It wasn't a place you were stuck in as they believed, but you would get judged on whether you get reincarnated or sent to an endless void. Live a life as a new person; completely reborn or to be drifting forever away in unknown, bottomless abyss. This angel has never been there herself (purgatory that is) but she couldn't help but be curious about it every now and then.

Anywho, her job here was done. There was no use lingering around and so she carried on, vanishing to a new location. She would much rather watch the humans until the book notified her of another soul to be taken, so she would spend her days idly around watching humans from their large buildings. With a plop, she sat at the edge with little to no enthusiasm. Maybe she should go to a store and watch one of those 'dramas' on the tvs. They were as close as she could get to understanding humans. And, she hated to admit, they were extremely entertaining.

They always seemed quite sad, however. The Japanese dramas she would spend her time watching always ended rather sadly. There were a few, a few among many, that had a rather 'happy ending' as she heard some people say. Yet, she always caught the ones where people lost the one they loved with promises of being together in another life. It was silly, that thing called 'Fate' that humans believed in. If you were truly destined for that person, wouldn't it have just happened? Why wait another life? Maybe in that next life ( if you're even sure you'll get it ), wouldn't it be best to avoid them? If on lifeline said no, then wasn't that how it was supposed to be?

Humans always felt like they could fight the odds. They were so self-righteous that way, and that's why she always found them entertaining. Most of the other angels called them 'stupid' and to understand their emotions were a violation against the rules. They were right about both; humans were stupid and angels weren't supposed to have/know about human emotions. She just couldn't help that her mind would wander, to want to understand how it feels to feel. They cried, they smiled, they laughed… Everything about it seemed so…

Appealing.

In the midst of her thoughts, she had seen a boy riding his bright, orange bike down the street. It wasn't out of the norm, but he was about to hit someone. Standing up on the ledge of the building, she snapped her fingers and appeared right next to him as time seemed was at a complete stop. Before the bike could collide with the teen crossing the street, Her eyes observed the young boy, he had weird whisker-like marks on the side of his face, which many humans considered birthmarks. They came in all sizes and shapes, and his happened to mimic something like a fox's whiskers. His eyes were round and bright, the color of them like the ocean on a sunny day. They were bulging, knowing they were going to collide with the boy crossing the street.

His hair was blond, spiky and sticking up on top of his head. It looked messy, but mildly neat. Sniffing, she had looked to see he had what humans called 'food' in a basket in front of him attached to his transportation. She had looked inside to see they were more so ingredients than an actually cooked meal. "He must be a delivery boy." She mused to herself. The boy he was about to crash into was a tall dark-haired fellow, black hair had frame the sides of his face while the back was spiky itself. She decided not to pay much attention to him. Since, she was going to save him from a mild accident.

The girl had pulled the bike back with such little effort. Now the boy would have a reaction time so the would attempt to not hit the boy in front of him now that he was safe distance away to notice him. She snapped her fingers and disappeared. Her work was done.