HEY EVERYONE I HAVE JUST STARTED MY NEXT CHAPTER HOPE YOU ENJOY! R&R PLEASE! (I except any grammer opinions and story options!)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HIS/HER CIRCUMSTANCES!

Yukino walked down the alley toward her house.

It's definitely a lot less crowded at night she thought.

'I still have to feed Pero before I go to bed.' She sighs, trudges to the door, and unlocks it. Two men push her forward into her home and slam the door.

(At the bakery)

The man is hunched on the floor writhing in pain.

"God, why are you doing this!?" He annoyingly remarked.

The cell phone rings in his pocket and it automatically answers itself.

"Because you're being a jerk again."

"Ugh, no I wasn't!" he said defensively, "I was actually trying to tell her how I feel!" he yelled, "And then you do this to me!" He doubles over in pain again and the light grows stronger. Bones shoot out of his shoulders blades and start to grow. Feathers as dark as death and yet beautiful and soft as babies skin, slowly creep from its depths and spread along its length.

"Ahhh!...shit." he quickly takes in breath and slowly looks toward the cell phone.

"I need you to do something for me" God states bluntly.

"Why can't you get one of the sissy boys to do it; they worship the ground you walk on."

"This is why you were sent from Heaven Arima!" God booms, "You're selfish ways corrupt everything around you, even the ones you love! If you don't do this job, I won't just take your wings; I'll send you straight to Hell!"

"What is it?" he mumbles

"There is an innocent young woman in 3135 Cherry lane that has a break in. She needs your help right away…NOW!"

Arima was making circles with his index finger but quickly jumps into the air and swoops out the bakery.

God slowly makes a smirk as he snaps the phone shut and walks away.

(At Yukino's house)

"Get off of me! Get off!!" She screams. She slaps the two men as hard as she can, anywhere that's open. They advance, pushing her onto the bed. They try taking off her pants but she kept kicking violently. One of them slaps her across the face trying to settle her down, but to no avail.

Arima in the distance zooms past honking cars and streetlights. People watch as a strange flying man, as elegant as a king, turn sideways to dodge two cars. He finally reaches the house and flies through the kitchen's open window.

Geez, this house looks like shit He thought. He walks over little cat nibbles all over the floor and laundry piles on to dining table. He snuck around the corner and saw what he was looking for.

The men, still wrestling their way into her pants, finally release her buttons and pull them down.

Arima, still partly in pain, works quickly by pulling out his swords and rushing toward them, ten seconds pass and Arima is leaning over the bodies, writhing with waves of pain, his wings slowly falling apart. The feathers molted off, and the bone slowly deteriorated. His blades threaded together only leaving scars.

Still not facing the victim he slowly said, "There you go, it's finished."

Yukino ran toward the man and caught him as he fell into her arms. She gasped, slowly raised a hand, and touched the bakers pale soft cheek.

Arima faintly sees an angel as darkness overtakes him.