A white light engulfed Masamune's vision and he froze, slumping forward and falling onto the bed unconscious- beside his forgotten lover.

Onodera, who remained asleep, whimpered as his body registered the new and familiar warmth, one that had haunted him in his dreams. "Ai..shi..teru..", he whispered before falling deeper into the abyss. His heart stuttered in its beating before slowing down, too tired to continue its function any stronger than a slow simple stuttered beat.

This was how Misaki and Usami found them, one curled up upon himself naked excluding the towel that cover his borderline starved bruised bottom half and the other beside him as if sleeping peacefully. Misaki stumbled forward to check on his companion.

He walked to the end of the bed, and stared at his angelic brethren. He raised his angelic senses and willed his grace to do an analysis on the two seemingly sleeping men. Tears welled in his eyes at what he felt, the slow stuttered beating of his brother's weak heart and the confused emotions of the demon that lay him.

"H-His h-hear.." Sobs consumed him before he could convey his analysis to his own demon. Usami frowned, before pulling his savior into his arms.

"I know. I have summoned a doctor to check on them to see what could be done. Silent those tears, hush now angel. Be strong for our hurting brothers- Ne?"

Misaki sniffled before nodding against the chest of his rock. "H-he's probably given up, m-mayb-be h-his heart knows it and so it has n-no will to beat any h-harder." Usami continued to rock his angel back and forth before pulling away,

"If he leaves, it must not have been willingly or painlessly. He would never leave if he had the choice. You said yourself, this would be painful for him. So stop those tears. His heart is still beating in his chest, his heart is still fighting. Give your brother some credit Ne?" Misaki looked at the love of his life and nodded before looking up at the heavily breathing doctor that finally reached the room.

The doctor caught his breath before looking up at the conscious couple in the room, "I have brought the medical team to transport them into isolation so that we may conduct the analysis and diagnosis. I ask that you please leave the room and come visit the two later on after we have finished."

Misaki bit his lip to refrain from arguing against the doctor and nodded, before being pulled out of the room by Usami. As he was pulled away from the lifeless room his mind flashing back to when they were in the garden and Ritsu-san had smiled at the flowers with so much pain in his eyes.

He still had a few more weeks with his brother, so they had to make it last.

Masamune opened his eyes and found himself in what seemed to be empty space. He could not see anything around him and the air was heavy and seemed to cloud up into his throat, making him cough and gag. He threw his mouth into his elbow and coughed so hard it hurt his throat. Interrupting his cough, a luminescent white feather dusted with red splatters caught his attention as it flew towards him, and around it made the air less heavy. He let out a breath to relax his tense throat and raised his hand up to catch it.

An imaginary wind blew it right from his grasp, causing him to turn around and walk into a woman, who had not been there before. "Ah, Do you know where we are miss? I am not sure how I got here." The woman looked up at him, she looked familiar as well, did he know her?

"Takano-san, it has been a while I wish I had brought you here on better terms."

He looked at her confused, "Have we met?" His only reply was a sad look.

"I am of your past. Because of circumstances you don't remember me.." He looked at her again, taking in her hazel eyes and curl cashew hair. He felt as if he knew her, maybe not a friend but as an acquaintance of some sort. He tried remembering exactly where they had met but like always after his operation, his head felt as if it had split open.

"My name is An Kohinata. I was.. a friend of a friend. I need your help, Takano-san."

Masamune was now thoroughly confused, "What can I do that can help you in any way?" An frowned and asked him a questioned that rattled his soul.

"Would you help me save my friend? He is dying and you're the only one who can reverse the process. However, my friend does not want your help. He plans on suffering alone and dying before he ever gets to truly live."

Why did this have such a hold on him? What about this question made him so compelled to say yes? He doesn't remember a thing about her yet he wanted to help whoever she had mentioned. "Walk me through this, I was in a room with Oda and I touched him, and now I am here. How did I get here?"

An frowned and nodded, "When you touched him, I was able to get a connection with you that strong enough to bring you here. This is the dimension between earth and the beloved motherland. I can not leave the motherland completely so half of my spirit is still there, and half here. Just like half of your spirit is in your body on earth."

"And you brought me here to save your friend. How can I help in any way?"

An pulled out the luminescent feather that had caught his attention earlier. "This is my friend's feather, In angelic culture we value our wings almost like how the rich value their gold. He sent this to me by using his grace, which is almost like a beacon of power that can be traced. However, this feather has blood on it and I can not reach him anymore with my grace. I believe reason he sent this to me was to essentially tell me good-bye. Angels don't get sick enough to where our wings shed Takano-san. The blood at the bases of the feather can only mean one thing, and I am afraid the only outcome is death. I am asking for your help, to save him."

"Him? Who do you want me to save?" Inwardly, Masamune doubted he could do much.

An pulled out a folded photo and placed it in Masamune's view. A younger smiling Onodera was featured in the picture. It was spring and you could clearly see the sakura petals falling behind his hazelnut hair that was blown gently by the wind. His eyes were the brightest green and had so much depth that those emerald gems seemed to be the central focus of the photo. His eyes lowered to the smiling lips accompanied by pearl teeth. Masamune's own lips started to tingle as if reacquainting with a past lover and his heart hurt more than anything.

"Oda.." He found himself whispering before his head began to throb.

An looked at the wincing man before biting her lip to ground herself from breaking down. "You saw him in his living quarters, he looked almost dead. Didn't he?" Masamune opened his hazel eyes and looked at her through the pain before nodding. "I had to take half of the soul he had left to keep him from dying too fast. On earth it is seen as a slower heart rate and an alternated state of rest, humans call this a comatose state."

Masamune's brain focused on a phrase in particular from her explanation. "What do you mean 'half of the soul he had left'."

"His body is deteriorating with his soul in it. His soul will eventually return to the motherland, however, the process is long and painful."

"You say you had to take half the soul, where is he?" An sighed in sadness before pointing her grace towards the area where she knew she hid Onodera. Luminescent butterflies flew from her fingertips and towards the darkness before attaching themselves to the now glowing sphere of water.

Onodera lay inside, curled up nude with his arms and legs curled inward.

"This is called a holding chamber. In the motherland, the holy one has these as sort of an incubation sphere that will speed up the physical maturity of an angel child in desperate times or heal an angel from the effects of war. However, it is a symbiotic relationship between the angel and the chamber. You see, the sphere needs warmth to survive, much like plants . In angels, our body does not have enough warmth to sustain it, so it circulates our grace. However... Oda as I mentioned before, barely has enough grace to beacon his location to the heavens. I had a hard time finding him."

Masamune didn't know where to put his focus, to the mysteriously familiar man in the sphere, or the woman who was speaking to him. He became confused. "Why do you need me then if you have the sphere to heal him?"

An's eyes watered. She bit her lip again to keep in a whimper. "A-as I said, It circulates grace. Essentially he has n-none to circulate. Grace also keeps angels alive, he has none to spare in this state. Y-you have to help him!"

"And how? I am a demon. I haven't the grace given by your holy one." Masamune couldn't tear his gaze from the one in the chamber. His focus was solely on the one this An woman said he was to save. But how? What made him so special from the next demon? He hadn't the grace to give the chamber to circulate.

Although there were no pain receptors in the brain, he could swear that all the thinking made his brain hurt. A smell caught his nose, he could smell flower blossoms and old books and something that could only be described as... home. This only made his brain hurt more, what did this mean? Why was everything so familiar?

The pulling feeling from his chest started again and he let it lead him closer to the glowing sphere. Was this what he was smelling? The chamber? Why did the chamber smell like home? However, a critical thought went through his mind. What if it wasn't the chamber but maybe Oda? With his new conviction, he reach his hand out and when he touched it, he could have sworn the warmth that spread throughout his body and filled him, was heaven.

(A/N: Again tell me your opinion!)