Wow. Thank my friend Ashley for this. We were on the phone and she said she would kill Muraki to be mean to me, and I asked if she would make it twisted. I really wanted Tsuzuki to molest Muraki's dead body! *grin* She said no, so I deceided to write this little thing.

I don't own YnM, I'm really stupid and couldn't make something that cool. Besides why would I write fanfic if I owned it. I wouldn't be a fan.

~*~The Man and the Angel~*~

"If I died tonight then would you love me?"

He was pale and still. One could almost believe that the angel was still asleep. If not for how unnatural the stillness was and of course, the blood.

The door opened.

A man walked in. His disbelief hovered around him like a dark cloud. He couldn't believe that the angel was dead. He couldn't believe that he had told him the truth.

"If I died tonight then would you love me?"

The man walked closer until he was hovering over the angel who was still pale and dead. The angel had roses in his arms and all around him. They were meant to be a gift for the beautiful man with his mesmerizing purple eyes, but he had scorned it.

He didn't know that the angel would die that night.

He didn't know.

A tear trailed down his cheek unnoticed. He didn't care. What could he care about now? The angel was gone from his life.

The angel would never turn his love towards the man again.

His purpose of revenge against the angel felt silly now. He couldn't enjoy his and his partner's victory over the angel now.

It was hollow.

Even his partner, who had suffered the most from the angel's hands, felt nothing from this revenge.

They didn't know that the angel's death would mean so little.

They didn't know that a common murderer could kill him.

They had thought he was invincible, immortal.

More tears fell. They landed upon the angel's face. It almost seemed as if the angel was the one crying.

"If I died tonight then would you love me?"*

The man almost heard the words that the angel had spoken to him earlier. And he felt regret.

Yes, he did love the angel now, but it was too late.

He never will be able to tell the angel of his love. The angel is dead.

And death is an ending for most, even angels.

The man leaned forward. His face hovered indecisively over the angel's. He was unsure. He wanted to lean forward more, and see if the lips of the angel were as soft as the looked to be.

But he was slightly afraid.

What would his partner say about him wanting, yes wanting, to kiss the wicked angel?

What would he say?

He didn't want to think about that. He leaned closer and wondered if the angel would perhaps wake like Sleeping Beauty. The angel was more beautiful than Sleeping Beauty, maybe the other angels would refuse to return the most beautiful angel to the mortal plane.

The man leaned forward more.

His lips gently brushed the angel's. He was still slightly unsure about this. He pulled away. He was ready to get up and walk away forever.

"If I died tonight then would you love me?"

But then he looked back at the angel's face and just couldn't leave without a last kiss.

He leaned forward again and brought his lips to the angel's. Gently he parted the angel's lips, they were as soft as they looked, and gave a kiss full of the passion he held to the angel as a parting gift.

It almost felt as if the angel had kissed him back, but dead men don't respond.

He left quietly as he had entered and left no sign he had ever been there.

The angel's hand twitched.

And his eyes opened. The angel smiled. He knew that the man had visited, and he really had responded lightly to the man's last kiss.