Authors Notes- Ookay, I realise that I haven't updated my other fics yet, but I couldn't help writing this one! KawaiiAyu has a picture of Rin and Haru on her DA page, and when I saw it, the muses drop-kicked me over to write it. It should become a multi-chapter. Who knows. This chappy will be in Haru's POV, and its short. Get over it.

I guess I've never been what you'd call 'normal'. All my life, I've been able to see things that others couldn't. Spirits. Ghosts. What ever you call them by, chances are that I've seen or spoken to one. It has always been a nuisence to me.

I've gotten used to the stares that people give me when I 'talk' to the spirits. They just mutter 'Psycho' or something along those lines, and walk away.

I hate going into busy streets, or old places. So many victims are there, that I can never have enough time to help each one.

No one knows about this. I tried telling my parents once, and they just dismissed it as an over active imagination on my part. The kids at school would probably make fun of me if they found out.

So I've been alone, all of this time. No one to talk to. The few spirits that I become accquainted with always pass on. It never fails.

"You...You are just as alone as me. But theres hope for you. No one wants a fallen angel...No one."

I turn to look in the direction of the voice.

My heart stops beating.

Sitting on top of the covering of a bus stop is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She had on a loosely buttoned green shirt, with a black skirt. Pale skin, which was a vibrant contrast to her long dark hair. Her eyes were a deep brown, which stared at me longingly.

Perhaps, I won't be alone anymore.

I stare at her. I don't think she knows that I can see her. Its now or never.

"Miss...Why wouldn't someone want their own angel?"

She gasps, and stares at me before gracefully jumping down to me.

"I'm not an angel anymore. I've chosen damnation to be near..."

She stops, and delicately puts her hand on my cheek. "H-hatsu..haru? It can't be..."

Images from her past dance infront of us. They are the same as some dreams I've had.

A young man that looks like me is walking through the forest.He made his way to a small lake, where he could rest. Exhausted, he fell asleep. He awoke that night, to the most beautiful sight he would ever see.

Under a full moon, the lake was a deep blue. Standing in the middle, was a maiden from the heavens. Her long black hair flowed behind her. She turned to face him. Her large brown eyes stood out against pale skin. A thin yukata clung to all the curves of her body. It was the angel.

She gave him a small smile, as she slowly made her way to him.

Wrapping her arms around him, she softly spoke.

"I've never felt myself this way before. I don't know what to make of it. I don't want to be apart from you. Will you let me stay?"

He looked down at her. "As long as you wish..."

Then it shows him dead of old age. She is crying, as she is forced to leave.

Each time he was reincarnated, she would go and find him. But that made her God angry, and he cast her out of heaven, stripping her of one of her wings.

She sighed.

"With out that wing, I can't take human form. If I lose the other, I'll cease to be. Yet, I don't want to leave you again...How is it that you can see me?"

I pulled her into my arms.

"Cause, its meant to be, lovely one."