It's Makami, again! Yeah, this is another multi-chaptered fanfiction I'm writing. 5 chapters, everything is all planned out(for once). Please enjoy this, it is a Kotarou/Misha fanfiction!

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Born Again
One, Descent
Written By: Makami
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Misha lowered herself to the railing on Kotarou's balcony. She always spent one of her off days coming down to visit him, every month on the Surface World. Even if Kotarou couldn't see her, she knew he could still sense her.

"Goodnight, Misha-san. Thank you for visiting."

She giggled to herself, feeling her face heat up at the memory. It was true that she'd taken away his ability to see angels, but what ended up remaining what his ability to sense them. She often wondered if that ability annoyed or scared him at all. Did he want it gone? And if so, then why hadn't he ever mentioned or complained about it when she was around? She never knew the truth. And what fears could be stirred by being able to sense the super natural when you were blinded to their forms?

"I'm back, again, Kotarou-kun," she announced, even though no one was home and he wouldn't have heard her voice anyways. "Su!"

She hopped down onto the balcony floor and stopped just short of phasing through the door. The feeling of returning home after a long journey filled her heart.

This was her home.

Though considering the time differences between the Surface World and Heaven, it had to feel like much longer for Kotarou.

"Hmmm... Well, well, you must be that tainted angel I've heard so much about."

"Huh?" Startled, she spun around to face the owner of the voice. Of everything she knew, the being floating a few feet away from her was no mortal. Mortals couldn't float or fly without strange devices.

"Surprised, chibi tenshi?" it chuckled. "I suppose I can endure toying with you for a short while, until I decide it's time."

"Time for what?" she questioned.

The being before her appeared to be neither male nor female. It was just a mass of shadows, plusating and wriggling and crawling over one another. She shuddered at the disturbing appearance, her lips turning into a deep frown.

"You're disgusting."

"Ah, to you I may be, chibi tenshi," it laughed at her, "but there are worse. You won't even remember the light of Heaven soon enough. You won't even return to your precious light."

What was this freak rambling on about? Misha couldn't make sense of his statement "you won't even return to your precious light". Could demons even do that to a full-fledged angel?

She pursed her lips and hardened her eyes. Even if she couldn't make sense of his words it was clear the demon meant her some form of harm. His form thinned out and lightened and became colourful, until it resembled a mortal body. She was prepared to try to fight any demon, as her powers had grown exponentially, but this one...

The form lowered itself to the balcony railing, smilng softly at her. He had shaggy purple hair that came down to his jaw, sorrowful golden-green eyes, and was clad in shorts and a t-shirt. She had absolutely no doubts about that form. It was her beloved Kotaroh. The one she'd lost decades ago.

"Ko-Kotaroh-kun?" she gasped. It wasn't possible. How was this demon able to, so perfectly and flawlessly, take her beloned's form? "It can't be, Kotaroh-kun's..."

"... dead?" he finished for her after she trailed off. His smile grew. "I'm not dead, Misha-san. I've been with you all this time, all these years. You've been waiting for me for such a long time, and now we can finally be together."

Misha's heart fluttered and she instinctively took a step back towards him. His sweet voice entranced her and echoed in her head until all that was, was Kotaroh Higuchi. She was dizzy and confused, not sure what to believe. He knelt down and offered her his hand. His eyes were so soft and trusting.

"We... can...?" she asked, her voice barely over a whisper.

She took his offered hand, feeling its gentle warmth enclose around hers. The touch was electric and she shuddered involuntarily. All thoughts of Kotarou, all common sense, became lost in the swirling rush that she was feeling. Her head was spinning faster and faster, but she wasn't dizzy. It was the sort of spinning, that feeling of being in a daze, when your heart pounded harder than usual, because the one you loved was standing near you.

"Misha-san, I've always been with you,' he said again, pulling her tightly against his body. "But your memories must be awful. Let me ease them."

Her eyes lazily slid half shut. She pressed the right side of her face against his chest, taking in that familiar scent.

Her Kotaroh had never left her. No, he'd always been with her. That had to be the truth.

She could feel his arms, frail as the appeared to be, hold her in a comforting and strong embrace. He slid one hand up her back, his thin fingers delicately tracing her spine He pushed her hair to one side, taking a fistful to force her to arch her exposed neck. A low sound escaped his throat, a hungry growl that could only come from some sort of animal.

"Let have all those memories fade away," he hissed under his breath.

Her eyes snapped open suddenly, wide and round and full of fear. She pushed herself away from him, almost losing balance.

"No! It hurts, yes, but I can't-"

She gasped loudly, her head fully clearing from the haze. He looked away from her quickly, trying to hide something from her, but it was too late. She'd seen them, those haunting red orbs the colour of blood. There was no way that the boy standing in front of her was her beloved Kotaroh.

"That's right," she told herself. "My Kotaroh was reborn... How could I be so stupid?"

"Ah, well, I thought an illusion spell might be worth a little fun." He laughed, cold and hard, sending chills down her spine. "Wanna play cat 'n mouse?"

His soft smile was a well hidden, ver confident smirk. He was already playing the game of cat and mouse with her, so why ask? Was he humouring her? His eyes were narrowed so that they were nothing more than slits, but his hunger was still apparent. There was such hunger and cruel delight stored in his eyes that she thought running just might be her best chance. After all, why stick around with a demon what would probably try to toture you to death?

So she spread her ivory wings and went for it.

The demon did nothing, not even turn his head to watch her.

Misha rode the wind to make herself fly higher and faster. She needed all of the help she could get from nature to run away from that demon. Those cold, hungry eyes of blood flashed in her mind, doing nothing to ease her growing fear. The fear that if she did not escape now, the demon would give her entire existance a fate worse than death. She had learns much about demon curses, even about how some angels could be driven mad. She's witnissed that once before, and the results were horrific.

Silence enclosed around Misha's world, and she became aware of how powerful he was. She could hear absolutely nothing, not even her own thoughts. She was encased in a silent prison of his magic-a trap-and her hunter was coming to collect her. His dark, poisonous aura was upon her, tainting her pure, angelic one. For whatever help it would have been worth she tried to scream, but no sound came out. The poisonous aura struck her as if she werenothing more than a rag doll, sending her flying downward and knocking her breath from her.

The demon was immediately upon her again. His aura broke her fall and lifted her back up to eye level. She was surrounded by his darkness, by the evil in his soul, and bound from escaping. It burned her. She wanted to scream, in anger and in pain, but all that managed to escape her was a pathetic whimper.

"Such a strong will, chibi tenshi," it cooed, cupping her face in his hands. It still looked like Kotaroh; it was staying in tht form to hurt her even more.

She could feel the tears forming, and as they slowly trailed down her pale cheeks. It was over. The game was over and she'd never stood a chance. The demon, from what she guessed, was very old and powerful-too old and too powerful to have really cared about her. She was young and still very weak in comparison. It had just wanted an easy kill.

'Kotarou-kun...'

"Let's finish this up now."

'... I'm sorry.'

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Takashi Ayanokoji walked along the wet sidewalks, his hands shoved into his jean pockets. The rain had come suddenly, unexpectedly when only minutes ago a bright sun was warming the city. The ice cold rain stung as it fell upon his. But it was refreshing. His deep yellow blond hair was a radiant gold, from the rain, since he hadn't bothered to find cover.

He kicked an idle pop can out of his way. He wasn't angry or upset, just bored. He was meeting Kotarou and Koboshi at Kotarou's apartment.

It wasn't really Kotarou's apartment, but the purple-haired teen was really the only one who made use of it. His father worked constant over-time and Shino's father had gotten better and she went to live with him again.

"Mmnnph..."

He stopped dead in his tracks at the sound. It repeated itself, as if calling out to him.

"Hey?" he answered the 'call'.

No reply.

He stood at the apartment building's gates unsurely. Was it just an injured street cat he might have heard? No, the sound was too human to be a small animal. He spun in a circle slowly. No one was in sight and there were no easy places to tuck away an injured person, even though the sound had definitely come from nearby.

Taking a wild guess he peeked past the gates. He was glad he did stop and look around or he might have missed this. To his right lay a young woman.

He ran to her sude calling out "miss". She didn't reply. She didn't move, not even when he collapsed at her side and tried checking her for a pulse. Her hair was covering her face, so he brushed it aside. Those CPR lesson he'd been forced to take in school were about to come in handy. Her lips were blue and her skin was icy to the touch-she had to have choked on something or been strangled.

She was still alive, her weak pulse had proven that, but she would need more than that. She needed to be someplace warm, and to get out of these clothes.

Something about her pale face suddenly stuck him as familiar.

"... Mi-Misha-san...?"

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- Makami