The head of the ryodan turned away, his steps being drowned out by the roaring of car engines, speeding down the street. Some distance away, a car screeched, horns blasting. Usual sirens blared as they raced toward a car accident, its smoke drifting up into the sky as the car in question started to burn. But the head didn't notice any of this – just letting the city noises fade into the back ground, as he thought of the next course of action, for himself, the troupe and his and Z's unofficial relationship.

Z mind was a jumbled mess. The voices ranted, spoke, screamed in her head but she was unable to decipher the words each of them were saying. Pain had riddled her body to the very core yet she was unable to alleviate it. What happened?

She opened her eyes, sight blurring as she made out two figures there shapes dark moving blobs. Before she attempted to move her dead weight of a tongue there was a sharp pain as she was dragged back into the void.

Kuroro was never too worried about what life would throw at him, it fact he had much as a monotone feeling towards the world as Z did at times. He just didn't care if the world burned before him, or if he suddenly died of an unknown disease.

But this wasn't one of those times.

He hadn't heard from the angel for a few days now – which wasn't the end of the world, no, it was even normal. What had put him on edge was that her coat, the one which he had given her had suddenly appeared in the troupe's temporary base.

The coat was in tatters, burn at the edges with random patches of blood coating it. The fabric - completely unusable, with the largest gashes on the black- where her shoulder blades would have been. Moreover what the coat lacked was a very pissed off Z swearing bloody murder and ripping those responsible to rips.

He smelt it, getting the swifts of blood and car fumes?

He was still clutching the coat, as he appeared beside Shal. The techie quickly glancing towards the head and to the cloak in his hand; quickly put two and two together before pulling out a laptop, "where did you last see her?" he asked getting down to business.

The head gave the techy the street name. The blonde quickly typing away as street cameras came into view as well as some police reports. "There was a car crash. No bodies found, under investigation – one of the cars was the one Z went in. The cars are in a compound northwest from here"

He nodded quickly getting the address before disappearing out of the base. Running towards the compounds the cloak still clucked in his hand. He wouldn't let his mind run with worry. No until he saw the... the dead body he wouldn't think anything of it.

Treat it like a troupe member had gone missing – like Uvo.

Even saying this, he could help the feeling of unease twisting in his gut.

It happened a few times, before she could even sort her mind out there was a sharp pain and the abyss claimed her again. Over and over. A relentless continuous cycle that paraded around her foggy mind.

A few minutes of running flat out kuroro arrived at the compound. The spider head not even out of breath as he stuck into the building. Dark hues glancing about the giant warehouse – there! he spotted the number plate swiftly making his way over to the wreckage.

The car was in pieces, crumpled metal was all that was left of the black car. He reached out to touch the cold metal when voices drifted to his ears. "What can you tell me about this accident?"

"It's quite a strange case sir" the voices came closer.

"It's same the car randomly drove into others – causing a multi-car crash with this at its centre. But that's the thing their no bodies. The car was basically clean of data…"

"Your telling me is a ghost driver?"

"No sir. There just, no logically explanation."

He heard a sigh, "you got to give me something. Anything?"

"Well.."

"Well?"

"There was one thing... found some black feathers at the scene and in the back of the car… not just one or two – lots of them dotted about the scene"

"Black feathers? No bodies, ghost drivers and some black feathers…" another sigh. "It seems we have our work cut out..."

Having hear enough kuroro left, vanishing into the shadows as he retraced his steps to the scene on the crash. One thought running though his head over and over again. Where was she?

He stood on the pavement, watching as the traffic drove by. Those feathers indicated that her wings were out, she should be safe. Those he didn't though the full capability of those wings, yes they could heal a sudden open but could they heal wounds she gets while in that mode so to speak? He knew poison would get to her but how far did her healing abilities go?

These though ran though his brain as he absentmindedly watched the road – the coat still clutched in his hand. He wouldn't admit it but he was starting to worry.

His attention snapped away from the road as his phone went off. Slowly taking the device out. Those about couldn't see the change on his face, but if you were trained enough you would have noticed the slight widened of the eyes before they narrowed. The anger spitting though his system.

It was a video.

She was alive.

Z lay unconscious, hands chained above her to the wall and her wings pinned to the wall with giant nails. His lips dipped downwards, she would be fuming when she awoke. He continued to watch the video, seeing how it hadn't ended. It continued on for a few seconded before the silence was ended by a deep male voice. "If you want to see your girlfriend alive again. You better come quickly"

Oh… So they thought Z was his partner… they people before also thought that too. Maybe he should make it official?

Even though she didn't know what was happening she could feel herself getting more and more irritated with each passing second. She could hear the voices – they were back but sometime was different. Instead of being a rambling mess of words. They seem to be saying the same thing over and over again. She concentrated on the word. The syllables becoming clearer and clearer as she listened to the ranting words.

Re

Reme

Rememb

Remember. Remember. Remember. Remember. The words continuously ranted it's vicious circle. Remember what? Remember. Remember. Remember. Remember.

Suddenly there was a shirking of tyres. The fumes of smoke invading her senses as well as something foreign she couldn't pinpoint. Flames flickered in her clouded sight as metal crutched against metal. Pain exploded everywhere, fabric had ripped, wings released from there cage. The foreign substance had spread all the way to her figure tips as she dragged herself from the wreckage.

And then nothing.

White hot fury ran its course though her veins. She didn't bother to hide the anger running though her veins as realisation hit her like the car that had hit the one she had been in. Opening her eyes, black hues unfocused on those around her. Their figures blurring – she could only spot the moving shapes that rushed towards her in what she presumed panic.

Her features changing, skin darkening as her bones began to glow, began to shine though her skin. Her eyes going completely back as she glanced towards her poor wings. Her poor poor wings. Wings pinned against the wall by giant metal pens.

She looked towards the ground dark hair covered her features, as she released hell apron those around her

To be continued...

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