The blonde tossed her keys onto the table after the failed date with Shizuru, sighing in annoyance. She glanced over towards her desk, frowning some to see the answering machine blinking before moving to the desk.

"I never get messages…" she stated simply, the number three blinked as the blonde reached out to touch the play button.

"You have three new messages. First unheard message," the automated voice spoke to her in its dragging cumbersome voice, the blonde sitting in her desk chair.

"Tenou Haruka, yes? This is Roberto from Chase Credit-," she didn't allow Roberto to finish his statement, hitting delete with an eye roll.

"Tenou! It's Reisho from the station. We were wondering if you wanted to come back to work. We have a drug case with your name on it. Give me a call if you're done playing teacher," the voice of her old captain rang in her ears and she jotted his new cell phone number down quickly as he rattled it off. She clicked the button to save the message, looking to Michiru.

"I've been waiting for that call for nearly four years, Mich. It'll be great to be back in the thick of things again," she smiled at the angel, who had nested on the couch, reading a book on aerospace engineering. Michiru looked up at her, lifting a brow.

"So, you want to go back to work and have every opportunity to get shot? Grand plan, genius." Michiru gave her a "you're-a-dumb ass" look and went back to reading.

"I won't get shot. You'll save me, won't you!?" Haruka laughed as Michiru flipped her the bird, and then turned the page of her book. "I take it you won't?"

"Of course I would, moron. I'm flipping you the bird because I am trying to read."

"What, can't multitask?"

"No, I am thoroughly incapable of reading, talking to you, and reading. Now, will you please shut up!" She muttered under her breath irritably as she turned another page.

"What is so interesting about aerospace engineering anyway? I bought a great book on how to annoy your guardian angel. Excellent read, you should give it a whirl sometime…"

"Haruka…." Her voice was a low warning, almost a growl. Haruka giggled, which was rare for her, and spun around in her seat, pressing the play button to hear her last message.

"Haruka...it's Megumi…I know it's been a while, but we need to talk. It's about Hatsu. You, really need to call me back, please?" The blonde stood rooted to the spot as she heard her ex-fiancé's voice over the answering machine, her blood seeming to cool just hearing the sound. Michiru's eyes shot up, waiting to see how the blonde would react. Haruka's jaw was set at the mention of her sister, her eyes darkening with agitation. The guardian angel dog-eared the page she was on, and stood up. She jumped as the answering machine was ripped from the desks surface, and slammed against the wall. The blonde stalked through the house in an angry huff, throwing things in a childish rage after hearing the woman who had ripped her heart out over the innocent machine. Michiru walked after her quickly, worry etched along her perfect face.

"Haruka, stop! You have to calm down!" She was firm, yet soothing. Haruka stopped, a cutting board poised over her head ready to be thrown, her eyes gazing at Michiru. There were tears glistening in the corners of them as she lowered the cutting board, sinking to the floor beside the island. The angel moved to sit beside her, wrapping an arm and a wing around the now crying blonde.

"How dare she call here. I was finally…able to let go. To move on. I don't care what happens to my damn sister." She wiped her eyes angrily, leaning against Michiru's shoulder. "You won't…tell anyone about this?"

"Tell anyone about what, Haruka?"

"Me sobbing like a bitch against your shoulder because some ex called me up?" The blonde looked up at Michiru, their lips inches apart. The angel bit her lip, seeming to ponder on something. "Michi, what is it?"

"I don't have anyone to tell, 'Ruka. Besides…it's quite endearing to see this side of you," she shifted as she spoke, bringing their faces closer together. She swallowed and pressed her lips to the blondes, shivering at the taste of her, her head spinning with delight. Haruka froze for a moment before returning her kiss, pressing the angel against island.

Michiru soon found her a home on Haruka's lap, her fingers intertwined in the short blonde locks, moaning softly as the blonde nipped her neck, her pianist fingers sliding up her back. The lady cop picked her up suddenly, still kissing along the angels neck, and began walking towards the stairs. Their ascent was slow as the blonde continually made stops to kiss the aqua-haired angel deeply, pressing her against the wall. Neither of them saw the trail of feathers being left along behind them as they stepped up the stairs.

Haruka pressed Michiru against the bed, the both of them soon stripped of any clothing, their bodies pressed together in ecstasy, cries of pleasure soon filling the room. The house was filled with their pleasurable moans until the sun rose, the two of them falling to sleep with the dawn, sweat dripping from their skin and hair. The blonde had wrapped her arm around Michiru's waist, the angel cuddling against her side.

Michiru awoke around mid day, sitting up to stretch. She climbed from the bed, noticing that she felt different. She shrugged the feeling away and moved to open the curtains of the huge windows in the blonde's room. The sunlight poured in, which resulted in a sleepy groan from the blonde.

"What the hell Michiru! Why did you have to wak-," she stopped as she opened her eyes, the bed covered in blue-tipped feathers. "Oh my god…Michi…" Haruka's eyes shot up, the once angel standing before her, naked. Her body was as perfect as before, but where her magnificent wings once were there was only bare skin. The blonde stood up quickly.

"What's wrong Haruka?" the woman before her asked, a sad smile playing on her lips as she spoke. She had already saw the feathers, her odd feeling being that she was mortal now, a human just like the blonde she had fallen in love with.

"Michiru…your wings….you….you can't go back now," the blonde's words were sincere, but yet not filled with regret. Michiru stepped close to her, silencing the blonde with a soft, loving kiss.

"Hush…I don't regret falling. I've always wanted to know what love was…Now I do. I'm just so glad I got to experience such a thing with you," she blushed as the blonde kissed her back, leaning her forehead against Michiru's.

"I love you, Michiru." She stated quietly.

"Just as I love you, my Haruka," she smiled widely at the blonde's words, wondering how upset this would make the big man.

Michiru held a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone in one hand, Haruka's hand in the other as they walked down the main drag of Tokyo's shopping district. The lady cop had found some of Megumi's hidden dresses, which fit Michiru perfectly, and had decided to show her all the "pleasures" of being human. They laughed softly together, occasionally stopping to give each other a peck on the lips, or rub noses. Neither of them saw the man in the black hooded sweatshirt coming, nor did they hear him. He carried a pistol in his left hand, a stolen purse in his right as he sprinted down the sidewalk. The blonde turned as she heard a cry.

"He stole my purse! Someone help!" Haruka's eyes narrowed as he saw him running towards her. She saw the purse, not the gun, and moved forward, her intent being to stop him. A shot rang through the air, and she fell to the concrete sidewalk, people screaming. Michiru fell to her knees beside the fallen cop, a pool of blood spreading around her; the bullet had pierced her aorta, finding its exit just below her shoulder blade. The fallen angel felt tears sting her eyes, making their way down her cheeks as the blonde clutched the wound in her chest, her breath coming in short shallow gasps. Her tears stained fingers moved to touch the tear stained face of her angel before it fell, the life gone from her body. Michiru looked to the pregnant clouds and screamed in absolute agony, just as rain began to fall.