Hidan tilted his head to the now calm sky, a snowflake twirling all the way down landed on the tip of his nose, only to melt. He closed his eyes and several more snowflakes landed on his cheeks, lips and on his eyelids.

"White."

The shuffling of snow stopped, "White? White what mister?"

A deep breath brought the chilly air into his warm lungs. He turned to the young child, "Have your mom buy white tiger lilies. Mya is...was an innocent soul and only white flowers portray innocence and simple beauty."

A smile split the child's face in two before she turned and ran through the bushes. "Thanks mister! I'll sure tell mommy to get white."

Hidan continued to watch the child go, up until a warm wind breathed across his skin. The air on his neck raised and he whirled around in circles before noticing nothing was going to attack. He relaxed and put the scythe under the concealment of his cloak. Turning he had every intent to get out of the cold but the warm wind wouldn't let him. It breathed against him and just as easily as it breathed it spoke.

"Hidan."

The voice was soft, and quiet as if he himself even sighed to loudly he wouldn't be able to hear.

He turned his body to the grave but nothing was there. He scoffed at his own idiocy and turned to leave. It took him three steps to hear her voice again, and this time he was absolutely sure this wasn't his memory.

"Believing is seeing."

His temper flaring he turned completely to face the snow covered ground.

"Believing is seeing what kind of crap is tha..."

His breath caught in his throat for there in front of him was a shimmering outline seated upon the cross.

He saw the translucent lips curve upward as the figure straightened. The feathery wings shook as she lowered herself onto her own grave

It was a moment before he realized at this point in time, he should start breathing again. As he did so the figure threw her head up and laughter that felt like silk and sounded as whimsical as wind chimes floated around the little area. She spread her arms with joy and twirled in the snow, head still up raised and smile still in place.

He thought of her as a simple beauty in life but now, now he had no words to describe her. Well one word but he'd be damned if he spoke it out loud. She twirled around, the shimmering dress moving with her. He felt like he was intruding on this magical dance of hers. He was an outsider and with all the blood he himself spilled it felt wrong to stand here and watch an angel dance. Finally she stopped and just stood there and he could feel her joy, her happiness, her very essence thrive and pulse around the clearing.

"Hidan," He could hear his name dripping with her joy. She spoke and just the way she said his name reminded him of a life very long ago before the killings and his curse.

"I have waited all these months for your return," She made her way to him and he noticed vaguely that in the snow no prints were made.

"I have much to tell you, about the angels, about heaven, about my limited company," She was close now and with one last step she made contact. As she looked into his eyes he noticed her lips were still subtle, her skin still fair and her eyes shimmered with the color sepia.

"But most of all Hidan, I want to tell you what it's like to soar," Her energy stilled before resting against him as she molded herself to his body. It warmed him and gave her the appearance of having body heat. She rested her cheek against his chest and her arms slid around his neck. He let her stay like this because honestly he didn't know how to push an angel away.

"What it's like to have the earth beneath your feet and the wind to push your wings higher and higher. It's exhilarating, and if I had breath I would have lost it by now." She sighed and it was a sound of complete contentment.

"But It's lonely, I'm so lonely. It seems even in death I'm not entirely free." She sighed and just as he could feel her joy he could feel her sadness. His arms extended to wrap around her translucent waist, they landed on nothing. He couldn't feel her body, but it was her energy that slid across his skin that let him know he was in fact holding her.

They stayed together in the snow for several minutes in silence. He noticed vaguely that he no longer was cold, her warmth enveloped him. She pulled back and again their eyes met, she smiled and to him it was contagious considering he felt his own lips curl.

"It's been so long and I have missed you Hidan." He pulled his arms back and reluctantly she released his neck. He looked out towards the village and a grim expression over took his features. He looked back at her smiling face and couldn't find it in himself to lie.

"To be honest I forgot all about this place, all about you." He couldn't see any hurt or signs of fear in her eyes, her smile grew wider as she leaned forward teasingly.

"Are you sure you forgot about me?" He looked at her as if she was insane.

"Yeah I did."

She turned towards her cross and walked over to it climbing up on it she smiled brightly.

"If you forgot me, then how is it possible for your memories too remind you of everything that ties you here?"

She wasn't mad and at first Hidan didn't understand, he'd be pissed if someone forgot him. He walked to the nearest tree and used it too lean against.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know? I'm not a god damned genius."

Her smile remained in place as she seemed unfazed by his rude grammar. Lightly she laughed and Hidan watched her for the few seconds that she did so, the snow twirled around her feet and shook along with her wings. Realization and the full force of the situation hit him then and all he could do was look towards the ground.

"Hey..Mya...you're an angel...a pure hearted soul...invisible to all...and with all the blood I shed...how the hell...can I see you?"

For a minute all he could hear was the wind and his heart clenched in fear that perhaps she left. Looking towards the cross with that same desperation he saw her saddened expression, felt the air around him thrive off of her emotions, he watched that single tear finally fall and drop into the snow.

She pushed off from the cross and landed in front of him, so close he could feel her energy, he could see her eyes and he could detect that faint hint of blood at the moment of her death. Her hand, that belied the warmth she had, traced the line of his jaw before palming his cheek.

"Nobody blames you, I don't blame you. You do what you believe in your heart to be true, and it's wrong for anybody to ask any less of you."

He was about to retort, about to tell her that he didn't need to be reassured, that he didn't need nor want an angel's comfort. Really he was, but her lips were warmly pressed against his before she stepped back a light blush on her heavenly cheeks. For once in his life Hidan was utterly, completely speechless.

"I love you."

Hidan couldn't believe what had just happened, his fingertips brushed his lips as if to make sure that they were still warm, they were. At her quietly spoken confession Hidan could only stutter out the words that first came to mind.

"Wha...what are you talking about...how could you possibly?!"

Her chin tilted downwards and she interlocked her fingers together before once again, finding her nerve.

"Because...you saved me and isn't it only natural for the saved to fall in love with their savior?"

Honestly he tried to make an excuse, a plausible reason as to why that made no sense when he knew that she spoke only the truth. When he knew he couldn't disprove her, that her statement made absolute sense, he spoke the thing that was painfully obvious.

"But...your dead...and I can't die.."

Her laughter flitted around the little space of her grave before her watering eyes and smile were fixed back onto him. Her translucent eyes twinkled with all the unshed tears of joy or sadness, Hidan knew not.

"Opposites...that's why we're meant to be together...or at least close...because honestly if you left me too...I wouldn't know what to do.."

At that time he launched her straight into his chest and held her like the devil was near. Before he finally spoke what his heart wished to say.

"I don't have anything romantic to say..I'm not a pansy who reads poetry. Hell your grave inscription is that way because I didn't know how to fucking rhyme it. That you must be out of your mind to say something like this...to me of all people..but I want you to know one thing.."

He leaned down to her ear as the snowflakes fell around them as the wind whipped his clothes and the wolves howled in the distance and he whispered the one thing he never knew he'd say.

"You're my true and tried regret."

She held him close as the tears slipped from her eyes. The tiny droplets were real and they soaked his shoulder but he didn't mind. As she held him tight she whispered back to him the words that could damn her in the eyes of the lord but save her from her emotional pain.

"I'd give up heaven for earth to be with you...to be near you."

Her body began to fade and her energy that kept him warm was replaced with the cold. Her legs had all ready vanished and her wings began to break away, he tilted her chin up and stole from her one last kiss. Before the only thing in his arms was air and just like that she was gone. The wind picked up and he could hear her last words carried to him here.

"If you ever need me..in your greatest time of need..I'll be right there for you...with you."