DISCLAIMER: I, unfortunately, do not own Naruto. Or Pein...or Konan...

Angels are supposed to be beautiful and graceful beings. Divine creatures that are sent here for the sole purpose of spreading peace, health, and of course, joy. They promise eternal bliss and indulgence. To sum it up in one word, angels are supposed to be perfect. Pure in every way, shape, and form imaginable. I could tell you differently.

I am not beautiful. My skin, so pale and transluscent, is marred and bruised beneath this cloak I adorn with pride. My true grace only justly shows as I beat down another, destroy and scar them. Many a people have lost their lives due to me. I strike fear into the hearts of many, and it doesn't faze me in the slightest to murder, to take a life from it's earthly vessel. I am far from perfect. Only He is perfect.

Make no mistake, however. I am very much an angel. I have but one purpose for my existence and that is to serve Him. Everything I do, no matter how small or subtle, every thought that passes through my mind, is for Him. I bow to Him and let Him take everything. I let myself be stripped down, I give Him everything. My heart, my soul, my body. I am His servant, loyal and true. I stay by His side, His loyal servant who shall never leave or betray Him. I am His protector, for my life is His.

Does He love me? After all I give him? He shows no gratitude, says no thanks. I am never rewarded, never spoiled with the splendors that heaven promises for my duties. I know that He cannot love, for He is perfect. As a god must be. Perfection in every form, I see the sheer pureness of His spirit and being in every glimpse of Him I am graced with. He is white light, He cleanses everything those fingers of His touch. He is the bringer of order, the carrier of help to the hopeless mortals that dwell on this chaotic planet.

It does not matter to me that He is cold to me, hits and hurts this physical form of mine. I don't care that I am unrewarded for my pain. My suffering. That I am used solely for His pleasure at His will. That my purpose on this earth is to carry out His orders. The will and judgement of God. That I am owned by Him, doesn't bother me in the least. All these things are to be bared silently by an angel. By his loyal servant. And I do so without regrets.

He is my everything. The center of my universe. He is my Savior, my Lord, my Shepard. He is my light in this darkness, my guidance in this time of need. He is the calm center in the chaos and turmoil of this world. I would be lost without Him, swept away like so many others in this raging sea that is war. That is life and death. I love Him, and that is why I'm imperfect. Unworthy and impure. And as I look into those hypnotic eyes that have come to strike fear into my very core, one word passes through my lips. The one singular word that holds so much meaning. The word that is my everything.

"Pein."

And for a second as those godly eyes focus on me, and only me, I want to tell Him everything. To break the chains of silence that bind me so. But this foolish thought passes, a fleeting hope that is quickly snuffed out as reality sets in, and I say nothing more as I perform my duties. For that is what an angel does. She is loyal to her lord, not a complaint to pass her gentle lips. She is bound by silence, owned by it. And I shall say nothing more to Him. He is my guiding light, my master, my god. He is truly…my pain.