DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HIS/HER CIRCUMSTANCES.

The sunset shone in from the small bedroom window. Its soft white drapes blowing toward the small bed, tapping gently as it blew. Arima lay on a soft blanket atop the bed's torn springs. Yukino opened the bedroom door with her foot, holding tightly to some ramen and tea. She walked over to his side and places a stand there. She went and grabbed a chair and sat next to him, setting down the food.

She let her eyes settle across his body, staring at him for a few minutes. She choked at noticing just how angelic he looks. Almost too angelic it's freaky She thought. He has choppy, jet black hair; long enough to touch is jaw. Yukino moved her hand to brush his hair aside from his eyes when Arima snatched it and pulled it toward his heart, causing Yukino to lose balance and fall directly on top of him. She blushes lightly and looks down toward his bare chest.

Is he awake already?! She thought I wonder if he saw me staring at him!?

She gulped and looked up toward his face and saw his eyes were still closed. He leaned down and whispered in Yukino's ear making her melt.

"Stay here. With me. Don't leave."

The words sounded very muffled letting her relax and know he's dreaming. Yukino sighed wondering, and almost hoping, it could have been her he was saying that too. Over the past two days, she has ran into him three times and never once has she heard him name. Nevertheless, she was falling for him…hard. He, I think, has just saved my life, but she remembered seeing a blur of wings. Dark, grand wings.

Yukino shrugged the thought and tried to get loose. Then again, maybe not, Arima tightened his grip on her and Yukino pushed her other hand against his chest to get free. Arima grabbed it and slipped it around his waist, making them close from head to knees.

This time he sounded more sad and hurt as he whispered a few more words.

"Please stay. The pain…it hurts here." Arima winced as he moved her hand around the waist upward toward his shoulder blades and hissed in his sleep. Yukino felt two rough but smooth scars around his blades and could almost feel his pain resonating from it. She made small messaging motion to sooth his restlessness. Finally, his breathing became deeper and Yukino moved her head down to hear if he really was asleep. No Pulse! Did he just die! I have to do something! As she panicked, she looked at Arima's pale skin. But he's breathing! How can this be!? She jumped off the bed and looked around for an answer. Maybe he swallowed something or he's badly injured. She looked down and saw what she felt couldn't be real.

Over and around the bottom of the bed, soft black feathers from last night scattered around, sweeping the length the white floor.

(Arima's Dream)

"God Damn you to Hell!" Arima screamed as he sat in the middle of a dark damp room

Arima grabbed a sword in each hand and ran toward the shadows. They easily dodged his strikes, whipped around and slammed him hard in the stomach. Arima slouched to a kneeling position, holding his gut. His swords had fallen out of his hands on impact. One of the two strangers held him down on the floor while the other stepped onto his back with one foot.

"You have not found your strength yet? How pitiful. Time is running out Arima." They said in unison. Blood was running out of Arima's mouth. They laughed uncontrollably until they went dead silent. The room lit up, slowly starting in the doorway, as if lit by God.

"Someone's coming! How could this happen? No one can pass through our invisible shields!" They hissed and creeped into the disappearing darkness and watched.

Yukino, holding onto a small lamp, pushed open the door of the empty room.

"Arima? Arima!" She ran to his side and tried to help him up. Arima grabbed her roughly and threw her behind him.

"You need to stay here with me. If you go, they will come back!" Arima whispered, "Please I want to know an answer." Arima slowly turned around, grabbed one of his swords, and threw it directly where they were hiding. All he heard was a clinking of the sword falling to the floor. He let out a sigh, turned back to Yukino, and found her nowhere. His eyes widened and turned quickly around only to be slashed across the back by the obviously stronger man. Arima then heard a yelp, and saw Yukino had bashed one of the strangers with the lamp. The scattered off and left them gasping for breath.

Yukino ran to his side and asked him if he was all right.

"It hurts! Ahh!" Yukino lifted up his shirt and saw his shoulder blades had been ripped open from the last attack. She ripped off a strip of her shirt and tied it around his chests to stop the flow of blood. She sat down and got to work stitching him up.

(End of Dream)

So? What do you think the significance of that dream was and will Arima stop being a jerk and make it back in God's favor? Who were those to strangers? All to be discovered in later chapters! R&R! Thank You