AN: I've made Death somewhat... comical for you readers. Her and Duo are the comic relief in this fic. Imagine Death's tone of voice usually child-like and sarcastic, ok?

Chapter 3

"You've been up here all day."

Ara turned her head, and wiped away a few tears. "I know... someone important probably died..."

Quatre nodded, and sat down on the ledge next to her. "I'm sure she'll be here soon." He watched the sunset, and couldn't help smiling at its beauty.

"No. If someone important dies, Az always likes to stick around and watch the Judgment. Especially if it's a politician." She shrugged. "That's Death for you."

Quatre winced. "She sounds pretty ruthless."

Ara shook her head and looked to Heaven. "You have nooooo idea."

A sharp whistle pierced the air surrounding them, and Quatre covered his ears. Ara jumped to her feet, and instinctively took to the sky.

She made it about twenty feet up, and cried out in pain. Strong arms caught her before she hit the roof. "Baka Imoto-chan..." A voice commented, and put Justice on her feet.

Quatre just turned his head and stared.

Her face was the same as Ara's, and long jet hair framed it, reaching to a slender waist. Clothed in black leather pants, a black halter top, and a sheer top in... you guessed it, black. A trench coat reached to her ankles, and large wings poked out of the back. The ebony feathers glistened, and Death smiled. "Imoto-chan!! O genge desu ka??"

"What?" Quatre asked.

Azriel turned her gaze. "Oooo... a human!! Can I kill him!? Huh huh!? Pleeeeeeeeeeease!?"

Ara shook her head. "No. He and two others saved my life."

Death nodded. "Alright then. I guess we owe him one then."

Ara switched to English. "They don't understand Japanese, Oniichan."

"When did you learn to speak English? They let you study it in Hell?"

"No, I mind melded with one of the humans. It was necessary at the time." Justice smiled brightly, the first time since she had arrived. "Come and meet the others."

After Az carrying Ara down, and Quatre following them, Death kicked in the door. Duo, Heero, Zechs, Trowa, and Wufei all had their pistols pointed directly at her.

She laughed. "Go ahead," she dared with a grin. "Take a shot. You'll get a biiiig surprise." She unfolded her wings just as Ara poked her head through the doorway.

"Umm... guys? You have your guns pointed at Death."

Every eye had a tinge of mixed fear and awe as the guns were hastily put away.

"Yeah. That's what I thought." Azriel continued to grin, and stepped into the room, looking around at the plain interior. "You boys certainly lack a woman's touch."

Ara and Quatre walked in behind her, and Justice looked at her questioningly. "What took you so fucking long?"

Az grinned evilly. "Politician. Judgment was pretty quick. She went to purgatory. She'll get to go to Heaven in two hundred years."

"Who was it?" Trowa asked. "We probably knew her."

"Some whiny little chick named Relena Dorlian Peacecraft. She kept begging me to let her see Heero one last time... I duct taped her mouth shut. I told her, 'You'll get to see Heero in a couple of decades. Now shut the fuck up.' But noooo... she kept going on and on and on!!" Azriel flopped on the couch like she owned the place. "Humans..."

Heero gaped for a moment.

Everyone stared at him.

Then suddenly, the "chi-ching!!" motion was made. "YES!! Thank you GOD!!"

Jaws dropped, and Heero quickly glanced around, immediately gaining his composure. Everyone chuckled, even Trowa.

"Did I miss something?" Azriel asked.

Duo rolled his eyes. "Nothing."

"Stupid humans..."

"How long can you stay?" Ara asked, hoping that it would be longer than a few days.

"Actually..." Azriel's constant grin turned into a soft smile. "I was worried about my sissy, so I took my vacation. I've got a millennia."

"Whoa..." The Archangels got three vacations in a life time, lasting for only a thousand years each. "Who took your place?"

"Sariel. I don't think she'll be able to hack it if there's a war, though. Besides, I needed the vacation to wreak some havoc. Earth is so damn boring."

"And mine...?"

"Well now, that's an interesting story. For awhile, we went without Justice, but then things got out of hand, and I took over. But even the great Azriel can't handle that much work, and Raziel took over."

"But if there's Justice, then why are things usually in such Chaos?" Duo asked.

"Raziel... sweet Mother in Heaven..."

"Yup. Ara's right, and that answers your question, braid boy. Raziel and Michael have been too busy shagging, and Raz has neglected his duties. Oh, speaking of which..." Azriel opened her trench up to reveal a ton of weaponry, including a few machine guns, grenades, daggers, handguns, and three swords.

Ara recognized one right away, and rushed to her sister. "My sword!"

Azriel plucked it out of its bindings, and handed it to her. She closed her trench.

"The onna has more artillery than you, Heero," Wufei commented.

"I thought Death had a scythe... and was that tall grim looking skeleton thing," Duo wondered aloud.

"Really?" Azriel stood up, and grew from her very short 4'11 to 8 feet tall, and was suddenly the Grim Reaper. The death's head grinned at him. "I only use this on Halloween. I like to scare the kiddies."

"What about the scythe?"

She returned her form to normal.

Cold steel pressed against the skin of his neck, and she grinned ferally, right up in his face. "You mean this one? I like to keep it hidden for just such an occasion. You can't let the humans know about all of your strengths. It takes the fun out of killing."