"Guard Agent 106, get in here now!"
A white haired boy ran into the monitor room, doing up the last buttons on his white shirt in a rush. His spiky, disheveled hair flying in all directions as he straightened his collar and brushed his white, tight fitting, flared pants off, finally flicking his hair out of his eyes and standing to attention.
"Guard Agent 106 reporting for duty sir!" The boy said, saluting his spiky, tri-colour-haired leader, whose name was Yami.
"It's about time!" Yami said, turning around in his chair and putting his elbows on the desk in front of him, his back to a grid of monitor screens, and rested his chin on his enter-twined fingers.
"We've got a breech. Code 872, you know what to do. Quick before the Devil spirits get him, we don't want them to get another of the last four souls they need. You know what'll happen if you fail, don't you?"
"Yes sir! I'll go straight away sir! May I request backup?" The white haired boy asked. He never had liked his job, covering the spirit town, but if he had to go and get someone, then he would need backup.
"Yes"
The boy let out a sigh of relief,
"Did you have anyone in mind?"
That bought the white-clad boy back to his senses, of course he had someone in mind! Malik and Marik were the best when it came the Devil Spirits.
"I did have a certain pair in mind sir. May I request the help of Guard Agents 96 and 97?"
"I had an idea you'd request them, very well, but be quick."
"Yes sir, thank you sir." And with that, the white haired boy ran out of the room and through several dimly lit corridors, out into the open, where he headed straight for Malik and Marik's house.
He ran through the crystalline streets, the pathway he was currently on completely transparent and clear to the point it looked as though he was running over distorted air.
As he ran through the streets, the whole place seemed to glitter in the light from the ceiling. There was no light source, but the roof still provided the light for the world he lived in.
Houses made of the same crystalline glass, only bewitched so you could not see the inhabitants, zipped by on either side.
People moved out of his way as he ran, being a member of the Guard, he had right of way, so people moved to avoid punishment. They would have moved anyway, it was just courteous, like the people who lived here.
Well, everyone called them people, but they would be known as Angels to the eyes of an outsider, should they ever have the opportunity to see them in their full glory.
He let his wings unfurl slightly, just enough for some children coming up to see his status, and so move. The graceful designs on his white-feathered wings were in black, and the more intricate, the higher his status.
Being a member of the Guard, and the Inner Guard at that, and also being a trusted friend of their leader, the Angels symbol in the center of his wings, along with the designs on the edges of them, were some of the nicest and most intricate in the current society. Meaning his status was plane for all to see.
He reached the building he was looking for, if they weren't in, he wouldn't have time to look for them, so he'd have to go, or ask someone else. But he didn't know any other Angels good enough for his current mission in the space of about ten meters that lay between him and the exit to the Angel realm.
He knocked quickly, waiting and tapping his foot, really not wanting to have to go alone into the human realm.
A girl of about twenty answered, took one look at the flustered Angel in front of her and turned, calling back into the house,
"Malik! Marik! Work! Now!"
A loud moan was heard from a room towards the back of the complex and he finally lost it.
"Agents 96 and 97, we have to go to the spirit town to retrieve another near victim! If you want to keep you status and your life, get out here now!" His coarse voice rang through the house, and two flushed and panting boys ran out of their room, hair tousled, faces sweaty and only half in their uniforms.
"Sorry mate, we thought it was our day off today!" One of them yelled, picking up a pair of white boots from near the door, pushing his foot into them as he did up his buttons on his shirt and grabbed a brush off the table to halfway tame his spiky, unruly hair.
Whilst the other just scowled and got ready at the same disorganized speed, grabbing his watch and other things.
"Who has our passes?" Malik yelled, searching through a pile of legal stuff and bills on the table.
"Yami, last I knew."
Heated cursing came from the first angel; he'd wasted too long as it was.
"Good job he posted them this morning then isn't it." The girl, Ishizo, said as she pulled two small, what looked like credit cards, out of an envelope her brother had carelessly thrown on the floor.
"Why is this place such a mad house?! It'll be my head as well as yours if they get another soul! Now hurry the hell up for once! Leave your bloody hair, let's just go!"
"Sheesh! Cool it Whitey, or we'll throw you in the lake later!" Marik yelled, grabbing the passes off his boyfriend's sister and running out the door, heading for the exit.
As they ran the last ten meters they stretched their wings and flashed their passes at a half-asleep guard before launching themselves out of an opening in the cave wall and gliding down from the cliff the were half way up. They glided down into a gully and along it, finally losing their momentum and dropping onto the floor, it being quicker to run than fly in the present situation.
They finally sprinted out of the canyon and saw the quivering figure of a small boy with snow-white hair curled up in the middle of the road.
"He looks just like you." Malik gasped in awe, staring at the boy.
"You two had better not have made us too late!" The white haired Angel yelled, running forward to the small boy. The way he was curled made the Angel fear what state he would be in when they got there, but that's when wisps of what looked like white/green smoke glided out of the buildings surrounding them and made straight for the small boy.
"Come on!" Marik yelled, grabbing the other two's arms and dragging them a few centimeters before letting go and running off, the others on his wing tips.
