A/N: Ulrika's turn! Enjoy.

Angels have wings.

Or so they are often depicted. Ulrika stares puzzled at the enlarged picture of a man surrounded by stray feathers caught in a windstorm underneath a moonlit sky. She assumes that he is meant to be an angel of some sort.

She sets down the latest issue of a popular celebrity gossip magazine she picks up from the music store. Examining the cover page, a man with dazzling blue hair and eyes wearing a cold expression highlights the front page. Debuting just months ago, the artist's music video took the number one spot on the charts becoming the current center of news. After months of endless squealing, Ulrika gives in to her friends' demands and worship for the celebrity, ready to listen to his song for the first time since its release.

The album lay in front of her on a white counter pairing with a set of headphones ready for her sampling.

In all honesty, she isn't the least bit interested in the artist, but his song, 'Key', enchants her. She shivers at the dark tone present in the song, yet finds a strong pull as his words search for a light in the dark of life's mysteries. She pictures him underneath the moon's grace falling from the sky, wondering where his wings have gone.

She doesn't finish listening because her phone vibrates pass her layer of jeans to let her know she is about to be late to the airport. Cursing herself, Ulrika sets the headphones down and rushes out of the store. She would be damned if she misses her flight after much planning and arguing to get some vacation time.

She misses it.

In the late of night, cold depression hangs thickly in the air as Ulrika trudges down the lamp lighten street, dragging her feet against concrete wearing down her soles. She sighs inwardly pulling the small luggage behind her as she makes it back to the comforts of her home, takes a bath and readies herself for sleep, waiting another day to catch the next flight.

...That is, until she hears rummaging against her front door. She is suppose to be away, a perfect chance to commit thievery.

Peering through her blinds, she notices a silhouette looming on her doorstep. The figure frightens Ulrika, plaguing her mind with ill thoughts.

It opens and the stranger is inside.

Her head rings in alarm as the man makes his way into her home all too easily. She doesn't take another second to think about making the vase in her room a weapon.

As the man creeps through the hall, Ulrika inches closer to the side of the door, readying for the moment he enters.

He does...and he never sees it coming. The vase flies straight into the back of his head, instantly taking him out.

The body sprawls against the floor, cheeks hard pressing into the wood and all Ulrika can utter is the Goddess' name in vain. The man is out cold.

In the same time span, her phone sets off causing her to jump three feet in the air. She makes for a grab, but her hands are too unsteady so she drops it on her bed. She tries once again and succeeds, checking it to see a text that sends Ulrika into hysterics.

It's a good thing she hadn't called the police yet.

'Forgot to tell you before you left. I'm lending your place to my cousin. He has the extra 'key'. -Chloe.'

Her eyes are now buggy, the affects of being unable to wrap her mind around the situation.

She shuffles over to the man laying on her bedroom floor and flips him over to check for a pulse.

Thankfully the man is breathing. No blood either. She sighs in relief knowing he would survive with a possible concussion.

Wait a minute.

She glances once more at the man noticing him to be oddly familiar. Has she met him before? No, she didn't recognize him in any recent events. So why does he...?

And it hits her like a ton of bricks.

Cool blue hair tinted lightly like the sky sloshing messily over clear pale skin. She reaches over brushing the hair softly away from his face.

There is no doubt about it.

It is HIM! The singer of 'Key'!

What stage name does he go by?

It is Roze, right?

A string of questions cloud her thought, paralyzing her with fear, panic, and guilt.

She flinches when she hears painful groans erupt from his being.

His eyes flicker open halfway revealing slitted gorgeous seafoam orbs, but remains unfocused...unclear.

It's dark and quiet, and he lay beside the remnants of her white vase...almost as if he were taken by a storm.

Her mouth runs dry making it hard to speak, but words would do no good. Seeing him in person, on her floor amongst white flecks and a coat of darkness...only a thought came to mind.

A fallen angel's medical bill.

End of Chapter.

A/N: IMPORTANT! DO YOU KNOW DAISUKE ONO? Well, he voices Roze in the japanese version! Why am I bringing this up? Because the song 'Key' is actually his song. It is the opening for Psychic Detective Yakumo/Shinrei Tantei Yakumo, an anime with Daisuke Ono playing the male lead, Yakumo. It's one of my favorites songs and it inspired me to write this. If you want to hear it, now you can!

So haha, this was meant to be sort of humorous.