unfortunately, her questions would be left unanswered as her body finally gave way. It already being pushed way passed its limit. However, this time she welcomed the void with open arms unconscious knowing she was safe in the stranger's arms. Kuroro was ready to catch her, he had noticed the fading bones and drain of darkness in her eyes as sleep took her.

She lay limply in his arms, as he put gentle arms around her wings before lifting her up.

She was his and he was never going to give her up.

Kuroro sat beside a sleeping Z, her body and wings laid out across the giant bed. He already had machi look over the women's wings – making sure there wasn't any permanent damage to the feathery appendixes. The angel had been given the all clear – yet after three days the women still hadn't awoken.

Realistically the Ryodan head shouldn't be surprised at the outcome, he knew the women before him loved her sleep liked no one else. Moreover, she would be recovering from the injuries and the usage of her Nen. He had noticed that the more Nen she used – the more sleep she needed afterwards. He was actually looking forward to seeing her re-seal her wings, having missed it the other time.

He sighed, turning a page in the book in his lap.

It was surprising how their relationship had developed over time – if you had spoken to him about it, years ago he would have denied it all. He wouldn't have fallen for anyone, only use them for the benefit of bettering himself or the spider. Yet here he was, fallen for an angel. It all starting over a silly game Hisoka had suggested. The Ryodan head had won, no doubt about it and he wasn't going to give up his prize for anyone.

And for Z herself – she probably wouldn't admit it but the women had started to delve into what would be consider human emotions, even if she didn't show it. It was the little things he was beginning to notice. Yet he had never seen her smile once…

He turned another page.

He needed to claim her now – make her his. There was only soo much he could put off when finding the books she had requested. The book of resurrection having been discovered after much torturing by Feitan and his ghostly companion. It makes sense, the angel tended to work towards getting those books. And now there was only one left, would she have much need for the troupe? For him?

He tore his graze always for the pages before him to stare at the book on the table beside the sleeping female. It was like all the others yet different. The pages were turning yellow in age – the ink bleeding though its unreadable pages – it's a shame really. He was a reader yet he could not decipher the words of the dead written on those pages. This book feels different to the others – it feels peaceful yet there is a chaotic feeling to it. One minute it feels like a summer breeze, the next like the scorching sun before a blistering storm. It continuously changing. Haste the chaotic feeling. He could understand why – it was the book of resurrection – often linking to rebirth and a continuous cycle of death and life.

He studied the cover, its red symbols carved into the leather bond cover, yet his eyes were drawn to the only readable writing... Well it wasn't very readable the words being worn over time. He narrowed his eyes, focusing on the word. Making out some of the letters... Before relaxing back into his chaired, it looks like it read... Azrael…

Interesting.

Returning his attention back to his known book as conspiracy's and theories begin to form.

He would just have to wait and see, before he got his answers.

#Time skip#

Z let out a deep breath before coming to her senses. It took a moment or two for her body to response. She felt less sluggish – but more in control, her mind wasn't a juggled mess it had been. Eyes fluttered open, dark hues locking onto a familiar book on her bedtable. Deep breath out, as more of her senses returned to her. The angel was lying on her front, her feathery wings stretched out on the bed; taking the over the bed.

She twitched temping to move before freezing as pain washed over her. What the fuck happened?

"Don't move to much" a cool collective voice called to her, "your wings were damaged"

"What fucking happened…." she grumbled groggily her motor functions still not fully working.

"You can't remember?" there was not even a hint of surprise in the males voice.

"Not at the moment…it will come to me, I'm sure" Z muttered, thinking over what had happened. "it was a set up… the car was a trap, there were drugging me, I think" she added.

"They had your wings pinned to the wall as well" he spoke softly, the mattress dipping as he sat on it.

"Everything a blur, but I can still feel the roaring rage." She sighed out, "Alot of people died fucking horridly didn't they kuroro?" she asked, dark hues flittering towards the Ryodan head.

"You managed to get all but one – which Fetain and... Mazikeen was it? Dealt with"

"Mazikeen?" Z muttered, trying to recall the blur that was her murdering spree.

"Don't think too much into it, it's all in the pass" he smirked.

"There was something else…" Z shifted, slowing moving her hand towards his face despite the pain. Her fingers trailing down his cheek and along his neck.

The man's smirk twitched into a small smile as he leaned into the touch. Z furrowed her brows, before attempting to push herself into a strained sitting position ingoing the protests from her body. She could feel the human emotions running though her veins the feeling only growing as more time passed, she casted her mind back to what Em had said not that long ago, to all the things Inkar suggests.

"Fuck it" she muttered, taking that leap she had been worried about… finally giving into the human desires.

Her hand wrapped around his neck gently pulling him towards her, thought kuroro could have easily pulled away from her weaken grip, he didn't. Instead he leant in the smile growing as their lips met, the kiss was slow and passion as it could be with an angel newly discovering human emotions.

They broke the kiss when the need for air was greater than the need for kissing, kuroro leant his forehead against her own, his hand reaching for the side of her head – thumb rubbing circles on her cheek. His other hand keeping her painful and weakened body upright.

"You know that means your mine right?" he smirked as she opened her eyes.

"shut the fuck up" she looked to the side, while the spider head chuckled – his chuckled stopping dead as he caught the glimpse of upturned lips, just for a moment.

"Beautiful" he whispers leaning back in to take her breath away by kiss.

He knew he get her to smile again, for she was his. And he hers. Not even death could save anyone that stood in-between them.

To be continued...

hi all!
sorry about the delay... i been adventuring in snow and freezing waters.

and when i try to sat down and write, nothing appears on the page - i know what i want to write, i have the ideas that i could tell you about but i cant get the words onto the page. its furstating at times!

im trying to get over it or even work around this mental block, but i think im losing this fight..

if you have any ideas let me know!

anyhow hope you enjoyed this chapters looks like our dear Z and kuroro are finally together!?

lov ya all!

happy hunting xx