Hey, everyone, I'm back. I'll try to write a lot of words, and maybe change the title a bit, because I think 'Of Angels and Love' is a really bad title. But anyways, this is still my first fanfic. Hope you enjoy it! If you have any suggestions, feel free to e-mail me at or do a review. I might mix in a little bit of the manga at some point, but that'll come much later.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmoon Wo Sagashite or any of its characters, but I do own this story.

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Chapter I: Tumors

A young man walked along the sidewalk, hands in his jean pockets. He looked down at the beach, where some people were playing in the water, but not many, seeing as it was now autumn, and it was getting quite chilly. His guitar was slung over his back again, its usual place.

He stopped dead. He found that it was getting hard to breathe, and he put a hand up to his throat. Damn this cancer…it's been getting worse all summer, he thought, trying to breathe normally. He burst into a violent fit of coughing, falling down on the sidewalk. A blast of fiery pain shot into his throat whenever he took a breath, and slowly, everything went black. He thought he heard someone scream his name.

The last thing he saw before he fainted was a moon pendant.

Mitsuki was walking behind Takuto, having finished shopping with Tanaka-san. She was carrying bags of groceries that were so heavy that she thought she would collapse, when she saw Takuto fall down on the sidewalk, coughing. She dropped all the bags she was carrying, and screamed, "Takuto!" as she ran to him, ignoring Tanaka's cry of "Um, Mitsuki-chan? Do you know this person?"

Five minutes later, she was dragging Takuto to the hospital, which was, normally, a minute or two's walk away, but seeing as she was dragging a person four years older than herself, it seemed miles away. Tanaka was running ahead, having forgotten about groceries when she saw Takuto collapse. She carried his guitar, and she ran to the door, shoving it open for Mitsuki (when she eventually came), and then running to the doctor she knew most: Wakaouji.

Mitsuki dragged Takuto's limp body after her, when she finally had to take some time to recover from the strain of hauling a seventeen-year-old body close to half a mile, not to mention up stairs.

Wakaouji came running along. Mitsuki gave a cry of relief when she saw him; after she had the surgery, she had only seen him once, and that was before she knew about Takuto.

"Mitsuki-chan! How's your throat? Who collapsed on the side…"

Wakaouji stared at the body that was now (after a great deal of effort) on a couch. A second later, his mind snapped and he lost it.

"Takuto!" he shouted, dropping the guitar that he now held and disregarding the stares he was getting from the nurses, doctors, visitors, and patients.

"Eichi-kun…died two years ago."

A twelve year old girl stopped. Her eyes were wide, unbelieving, as she looked at the picture on the mantle of the fireplace. A moment later, she began coughing violently.

"Mitsuki!"

Two Shinigami floated in through the window, trying to help her breathe. A few minutes later, she collapsed, and two other people carried her up to a room; Eichi's room.

The male Shinigami was about to poke his head in, saying, "Mitsuki, I'm coming in," as he did so. His face rendered shock one second later.

The bed was empty, and the window was open, the curtains fluttering in the breeze.

"Takuto…are you awake yet?" Mitsuki asked, prodding Takuto gently as he groaned and slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was her anxious face and large eyes, unnaturally close to his.

Mitsuki hurriedly drew back as Takuto sat up in the hospital bed. He stared at her, his brain beyond comprehending what had happened. "Wuzzgoingon?" he asked Mitsuki groggily, trying to sit up. Mitsuki pushed him back down.

"You're in the hospital, Takuto. You collapsed from a tumor in your throat, probably because you couldn't breathe," she replied. Just like me, huh, she thought as her mind went back to the first time she had met the Negi Ramen.

Wakaouji walked in, and seeing Takuto awake and alive didn't help his mind process what he was seeing. Mitsuki noticed Takuto's face and Wakaouji's confusion, and said, "Wakaouji-sensei, may I talk to you for a moment outside?"

Wakaouji followed her out. "What is going on, Mitsuki? I thought Takuto was dead, no, that he was a Shinigami! Why is he alive?"

"I don't know that myself. It seems that he's been resurrected somehow in some way. But he faces the same problems, I guess. Please, Wakaouji-sensei, he has the problems that I faced, so do the surgery on him!"

"Okay. Let's go in and talk to him about it and see how he feels about it," he replied, walking back into the room.

Mitsuki waited awhile outside to gather her thoughts and arrange them so that she could understand them.

Takuto was alive, as a human; she had known this for about three months now. But he had throat cancer, a tumor similar to hers, and he was suffering badly. Route L. had split up two years ago, and so Takuto committed suicide, becoming a shinigami. He was assigned to her by the chief, and in the end, he had fallen in love with her and, because he had regained his memories, disappeared, supposedly turning into a ghost. Until about six weeks after he disappeared.

Her freight train of thoughts was interrupted by an outbreak of shouting from inside the room.

"Please, Takuto, at least accept the surgery!"

"What, surgery! You…you can't be serious!"

"Takuto, you can do the surgery at retain your voice!"

"At what other cost, Keiichi!"

"There is no other cost, although there is a small three percent chance that you might lose your voice! It has never happened before to any of the people I operated on!"

Mitsuki barreled the door open. "Takuto, please, do the surgery! Don't die again—I mean, it might kill you!" she shouted, quickly changing her words when she said 'Don't die again!'

"What do you mean, that I might 'die again'? How can I already have died when I'm right here, alive as anyone else?" he asked cautiously, looking at her with wary eyes.

Wakaouji looked at Mitsuki, his eyes saying plainly, "He doesn't remember?"

Mitsuki shook her head no.

Takuto slumped back on the pillow. He sighed. "So far, everything in this world either has changed or is changing. Now it's just plain confusing and frustrating! Who is this idol 'Fullmoon' and where have I been for the past two years? Why, Keiichi, have you given up on music? All I want are some answers!"

Mitsuki looked skeptical at telling him everything that had been going on the past two years, but since Takuto was shouting by the end of his statement and he looked ready to tear apart the entire hospital, she began.

"Well, Takuto, you're probably not going to believe what I'm saying, but almost two years ago, you poked your head out of a poster in my bedroom…"

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Did you guys like it? After school begins, however, I won't be able to update as often. So I hope you guys enjoyed it, and thanks for the reviews!