Chapter 1: An angel is found

12, 09, 60, 17:35: God has abandoned this accursed city now.

That was all Kyūseishu Morion added to his new journal, putting it away before it got drenched by the intense rain outside. His Sensei claimed it was good for his health, he believed he was full of shit. No amount of confiding in a pretty book could stop his relatively skinny body from shivering in the cold though, or letting his unkempt deep red, almost black, hair from being blown around in the wailing winds. His chunin uniform that was much too large for him was slowly becoming heavier as he continued his usual patrols around the perimeter of the city, feet slumping as he forced himself to take step after step after step after step in puddle after puddle. It was just another day of dealing with another fucking rainstorm. Kami have mercy that the civilians didn't develop hypothermia.

He was bored. More than that he was tired and drenched from doing the same sort of shit day in and day out. He was also angry. More than angry. He was bloody livid to the point his normally pale face was starting to develop a pinkish hue.. He hadn't been chunin for longer than a week and now he had to endure dull patrol duties, endless bullying from other, more experienced, chunin, and now Hanzo the Salamander was killed right in this city. Though he could hardly complain about the patrols, at least it was better than just sitting in his flat all day drinking booze and reading the newest editions of Icha Icha. As for the bullying, that was something he couldn't complain about without getting laughed at by his sensei, nothing to do but suck it up like a man until they fucked off. The murder of his Kage though… that was a thought that boiled anger through his veins from how little he could do.

They had struck but a week ago. He was still hungover (From the night of drinks his sensei proposed when he was promoted to chunin at last) and was ordered to act as a guard to the Kage's tower. Just stand there, look important, and not let anyone in unless they were shinobi doing missions, someone looking to request a mission, or some other fancy pants looking person who had reason to talk to his Kage. It had been a quiet day, most genin already having missions by the time his shift arrived, and the only bit of action he got was some drunk that needed to be kicked off the site. It was slow, it was dull, he was in the middle of thinking about what he wanted for dinner that night, and he never realized his Kage was in any danger until the top of the tower exploded and almost made him shit his pants in shock.

Kyūseishu shook his head violently in frustration. He had one job damnit! By the time he had ran up the stairs to the top, kunai in hand, it was far too late to do anything. The guards were either crippled or incapacitaed if not completely and utterly dead, and his Kage was a bloody smear on the wall, and that was all he got to see before he was kicked out of the new hole in the tower faster than he could see. He couldn't even use that fancy new jutsu he learnt dammit all! The impact of his head against the floor had him sent to the hospital, knocked right out for a couple of days where he missed both the sudden funeral of his Kage and the even more sudden replacement of him by his assassin. This 'Pain' guy wouldn't let anyone talk to him, and made Jonin assign missions in his stead. People had complained and rioted of course until with one move he made the impossible possible.

He made all the rain stop. All over the entire bloody village.

It shut up everyone, even the loudmouth like himself. Such power was considered godlike and impossible even by shinobi standards, and a vast majority started to call him just that, a God. No sooner than he had arrived he was officially the Kage. A few, mainly shinobi, had voiced objections, but there was nothing they could do. Even if they could find a way to reach him and beat him he was guarded by 5 people that looked suspiciously like him and one blue haired woman. So they were forced into submission and made to continue their usual duties of taking missions and maintaining order within Amegakure. Just act like nothing was wrong at all.

But everything was wrong, and he was furious about it. This wasn't supposed to happen!

He had to endure these patrols as his sensei recovered, it was all he could do to pay the rent for his flat and… well the view was definitely a bonus. The dark rain clouds stopped suddenly shortly past the city wall and past that he could see thinner lighter clouds that occasionally made way for faint beams of sunlight. It gave him hope for a new day, and a hidden sadistic pleasure that this so-called God wasn't completely omnipotent. One beam of sunlight broke through right then and there, and he stared at it until it faded from view. His sour mood lightened slightly. It was enjoyable watching the thousands of beams of sunlight piercing the clouds and striking the earth. It for once brought a smile to his otherwise glum face.

"Why have you stopped patrolling?"

The sudden voice from behind him made him jump, and immediately turn around with a kunai in hand. His smile immediately dropped as his eyes analysed the areas around him. There was nothing either side of him, and down below was a 30 foot drop. He didn't believe it possible anything could be higher than him until he looked up.

And he saw her.

She was beautiful, he couldn't deny that. With two wings made of paper, a black cloak with red clouds, and a coincidental bit of lighting she looked heavenly on the eyes. A bit of scowl rested upon her flawless pale face and glaring dark orange eyes shone through her light blue hair. He could see a bit of metal on her lip that shone easily with or without light. Seems she wasn't known for stealth and this intense beauty sadly wasn't enough to distract him from how she was the minion of his Kage's killer, or how she was definetly pissed at him.

"Why have you stopped?" She repeated, her voice was low and quiet but the words were fast and loaded up with authority, a quicker answer should have been given-

"Well?"

"Got distracted Ma'am. Won't happen again-"

An origami shuriken flew right past his ear, cutting it lightly. "Over what exactly?" Her voice was minisculely louder now but it seemed to boom in his head, expecting a damn good answer. He panicked over the sudden pain and-

"The clouds! I'm sorry!" he yelled out, the first thing present in his mildly scrambled mind.

It was at this moment Kyūseishu realized he might possibly have screwed up beyond his imagination. The clouds, the fucking clouds, not even a stupidly persistent pigeon, just a dumb fucking cloud.

"The clouds?" The angel asked slowly, frowning deeper.

He knew he was dead then and there. Or at least going to get a chewing out that would make Arata impressed. He was hungover on his first day as Chunin and now on his 4th job he was caught distracted. He basically deserved to be dismissed and kicked from the corps at this rate. He glumly looks as the angel turns her head to the light clouds, closes her eyes and sighs and… was that a smirk? He swore he just saw a-

"Yes. I suppose you would grow nostalgic at watching what really remains of the home you remember…" She sounded much softer now, almost kind. Her entire demeanor had become much nicer for a moment before switching back to an angry disappointed boss. "But this isn't the time to be distracted. An enemy could have shot you down before you even knew they were there. Your life could have been in danger." She continued to glare down at his slowly nodding face. "Don't be so reckless to throw your life away for a little beauty." And with that she took off, faster than Kyūseishu could ever hope to see with his cold black eyes.

He held back a small emotional gulp as his still glum face got back to patrols. There was nothing personal about it. None at all. She saw a Shinobi distracted and didn't ever even consider looking at anything that didn't need to be looked at! And yet he returned to his patrols with a faintly improved manner, knowing that even if she was the enemy she was watching over him. An angel for him and the other shinobi to count on perhaps?

His partols went on smoothly for the rest of the day as he encountered nothing but some ruffians testing the wall. They were disposed of with some quick water jutsu's and a solid punch to the face. He needed to respond to them quicker though, the wall was damaged a little and would need repairs if it was to avoid becoming a weak spot in their defenses. As he wrote out his otherwise bland report he flipped back on over to his journal and added one tiny little detail to it's pages.

"Met an angel today. She was kinda rude and cold but I think she meant well."