PLEASE NOTE: FANFICTION WILL SOMETIMES NOT LET ME EDIT AND UPLOAD. THIS CHAPTER I HAVE BEEN TRYING SINCE MONDAY. IF I GO SILENT THAT IS MOST LIKELY WHY.

Thanks for all the views, favourites and follows! I should be updating with chapters around 3,000 words frequently.

To the reviewers, thanks for the feedback :D Some of those relationships are friendships, and I'm also planning a one-shot Nakarma.

Shiranai Atsune: I am working on the first part to your suggestion. It looks like it will have 10ish parts (lol I can NOT do one-shots with my mind) so I hope you're okay with a longer one.

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

PS: Anyone play Pokemon? I just finished pokemon Sun and I love Solgaleos theme and the 'dark' theme of the main boss (those who have beaten will know what I mean)

EDIT: I FORGOT FORMATTING, SORRY FOR DOUBLE UPLOAD (Exactly 3000 words)

Day had faded into night. Nagisa had spent a large portion of the day with his friends, and he loved every second of it. Sugino had managed to smuggle one of the wingballs he played with, and the fivesome played a slap-up game. Of course, Isogai and Maehara had never played with the proper ball, so it was more for fun than serious – especially since both Kayano and Nagisa were not good at it, despite having played it before. Similarly, when Isogai and Maehara played the verbal games they played with their families, neither Nagisa nor Sugino had any knowledge. After this, they deigned to leave the wingball there so the four novices could practise every time they visited the cave and get better at playing it. Maybe they'd eventually have a game, like the one they all watched on the CommuniOrb.

Oh, yes. The CommuniOrb. Only the higher angels possessed one. CommuniOrbs were small orbs which fitted on a necklace. When activated with a light press, a hologram wavering with magic appeared, allowing you to contact anyone else with a CommuniOrb using video. Often, important news also aired on them – such as the female angel wingball game the five friends had watched on Nagisa and Kayano's orbs. Sugino also had one, but left his at his house. Isogai and Maehara knew that CommuniOrbs were far out of their pay bracket. No one really knew how this one single piece of technology had weaved its way into the society. It was assumed the founders of Nirvana had located them, formed by ancient magic of the Primals – those who existed before a time of Angels and Reapers.

Only one reaper had access to a CommuniOrb.

His name was Gakuhō Asano – the leader of the Reapers.

Obviously, only Karasuma had a connection with him, although soon, Nagisa would also. The bluenette was not looking forward to that day. The so called 'Chairman' of the reapers had a dark aura about him. It made Nagisa on edge, and he felt like he always had to watch himself in the few meetings Karasuma-Sensei and Chairman Asano had gone to. It was almost like Asano was stalking him. The fact that he had a son just one year older than Nagisa didn't make things any better; the threat of competition would always linger there, and Nagisa wasn't one for combat or anything of that calibre.

Saying that, however…

Nagisa straightened his wings and swerved to the left, veering off the course he was currently heading – towards his home. He and Sugino had left early due to other activities, and the sports angel had left just a few minutes ago. Nagisa didn't feel ready to return home yet, and this thought had made him remember the perfect place to go. Flying away from Kunugigaoka, Nagisa turned starting to glide, surfing the winds gentle waves. He was heading towards the edge of Nirvana – and the border to Inferno.

Between the two places was a strip of unowned mixed forests, marked by large stones. It measured about 2 km wide, and no angel nor reaper dared to cross it. That was fine though – the dangers of the wild animals that roamed there was not unknown. No one with a sane mind would go there. Nagisa wasn't going to fly that far. No, he was going to a different river, running through the woods, a few kilometres from the border. At a casual flight, the border was an hour from Kunugigaoka. However, Nagisa wanted to get there quick. It took him 40 minutes.

Swooping down from the sky, Nagisa spread his wings, skimming the river. His eyes darted around. He was now flying away from the cave which he had just met with his friends. The sun, now high in the sky, reflected off the water, glowing in all its Saturday galore. Smiling, the Prince rose slightly as his destination came to light. A ravine tore through the forest like a claw through a peaceful landscape, not fitting in with the serene landscape. Tucking in his wings, Nagisa dove down into the edge of the abyss. It was narrow; Nagisa barely fit in despite his smaller size. There was an easier entrance to his destination – Nagisa just preferred to challenge himself. Pulling out of the dive, the angel managed to squeeze through a small crack in the wall of the ravine. However, he couldn't pull out in time and skid to a stop on the floor.

"Nagisa?" Nagisa, shaking from the impact, looked up, his blue eyes glowing. After a moment of worried hesitation, the angel relaxed and smiled as what can only be described as a monster lingered over him. This monster was his trainer; his mentor; his teacher. He was the single reason he felt safe enough to go out alone – no, that's a lie. He would go out anyways. With this monsters training, he was able to fight off any threats.

With Koro-sensei, Nagisa felt strong.

Koro-sensei was a mutation in nature – an extreme to one of the wildlife animals, one would presume. A bright yellow octopus-like creature, with a permanent smile. Nagisa had spent a while determining what his colours meant – as Koro-sensei turned different colours depending on what mood eh was in. His eyes were so small, and his nostrils so blended in with them that it appeared he had four eyes. No matter what the teacher looked like, though, Nagisa would always trust Koro-sensei. The abomination of nature would always be his most trusted companion. Nagisa scrambled to his feet, gently shaking his wings out. Koro-sensei stepped back.
"Yeah, I'm okay." The teen looked up at the yellow monster-like creature.
"Now, why don't you use the entrance like I told you to?"
"I just… prefer that entrance." Nagisa replied with a nonchalant shrug.
"Alright, if you say so!" Koro-sensei turned away, and when he turned back, he was holding a knife in his tentacle, with a deadly serrated edge.
"Now, let's get this underway, shall we?" Koro-sensei tilted his head with his unflinching smile. Nagisa responded with a quick nod. Koro-sensei laughed before nodding. His angelic student had been trained very well. He had yet to see these skills in a proper battle though – as he knew he could not be hit. Nagisa would never get to try out these skills, as the monster knew, he would not be able to tell the Prince of his other students. Not unless Nagisa dangerously danced with death. Koro-sensei wasn't ready to put Nagisa under that strain. Not just yet.

Soon, though.

"Dude, did you see the way Chiba hit you with that paintball?" Karma was lounging around on one of the jagged rocks sticking out from the ground, Nakamura perched under him. They were discussing training from earlier; Hayami had finished with Karma before Chiba and Nakamura, so the two reapers had flown over to watch them train. Karma was surprised at how professional Chiba's shot was. Nakamura could hardly compare – especially since Karma knew that her strengths were seducing and then wasting that strength. However, she was pretty good with her double-bladed sword as well. She could never beat Karma though – he was proud of that fact.
"Yeah – It took ages to wash that paint out." Nakamura replied dismissively. Traces of red paint still slightly discoloured her golden blonde hair.
"I did tell you that you could just come to mine." Karma replied.
"It's fine," Nakamura looked up at him, "the water at my house is fine."
"There's more at mine. It's warmer. Closer."
"But it's not mine" Nakamura grinned and Karma rolled his eyes.
"What did your mom say about it?" Karma changed the subject.
"Disgusted, as usual. I don't care though." Nakamura shrugged.
"Why not?"
"She's never been keen on me since my grades dropped – so why should I give her the time of day?" Karma smiled at his friend's witty comment.
"Amen to that." Karma smirked. Both of them were the cleverest reapers of their age at their training school, but Nakamura had purposely goofed off because she didn't like it. Karma could understand that, because she would get stressed easy from all the revision. He never had to try – it was just natural to him. Karma sighed leaning back. A slight wave pricked up his spine and the redhead turned his head slightly. Sure enough, his wings were now translucent.

This didn't happen often – Karma knew it only happened when an angel or reaper was changing, lay down to sleep or on a seat with a back – like this rock. He thought it was something to do with the magic aura that they emitted. Karma wasn't complaining though. It made sitting a lot easier.
"It's late." Nakamura pointed out, looking up. The sun was still high, but starting to sink. Acknowledging it with a saddened nod, Karma sat up, his wings solidifying again. He had to be back in his hometown early – it was the law. Nakamura lived in the next settlement over, and as he watched the slender reaper take to the air, he wondered if they would have to stay like that forever.
"I'll meet you here on Monday?" Rio looked down at Karma, who took flight after her. The redhead nodded.
"Bring your sword, okay? I mean, after school, we have all the time in the world to practise." Karma pointed out.
"Of course – why wouldn't I?" Nakamura grinned, "I'll see you then!" The girl swerved, diving down, waving. Karma waved back before Nakamura flew off, her black wings effortlessly beating against the wind. After a moment hovering, the red head flipped in the air and beat his wings, heading off in the opposite direction.

"I'm home!" Karma yelled, flying into his house. It was built of stone, and moss curled between the gaps in the rock. As usual, the fifteen year old got no answer. Sighing, he dumped his twin knives by the door before heading up the stairs to his room. His parents, whilst not rich, were not poor either. They were traders, and they handled many finances for this region. Karma thought he was one of the more 'better off' reapers in Inferno. He certainly wasn't starving, like a certain unfortunate reaper he knew. Karma shivered – he was always wary when talking of Hazama.

When he was younger, Karma and Nakamura had gone to school with her. Kirara Hazama had been the poorest child in the class, and the redhead knew things had gotten worse concerning her life. Karma had seen her not long ago, and he was sorry to have. The lanky female had a skeletal figure. She had never been well-built but the lack of nutrition and being thrown from one temporary home to the next had worn her down. Lines were on her face prematurely, and her wings always trailed on the ground, the grey talon broken on both ends. Karma remembered that her aim was to become a librarian. He was certain the deranged teenage girl knew that because of her childhood, she was doomed to wonder the land scavenging for food. Karma had offered for her to stay at his house, but she refused. Maybe it was because she was with gangs at the time; maybe she'd accept now she was no longer affiliated with Terasaka and his gang.

Karma walked into his room – a large space filled with little oddities the redhead had collected over his years. Many discarded and broken weapons, as well as buckets of red paint. Old test papers, more often than not with a perfect score, were stacked up at the foot of his single bed. Said bed was untidy, the duvet turned over. He hadn't been bothered to tidy it up – he never was bothered. Why should he, if he had no one to bug him about it? Sighing, Karma slumped on his bed, his wings turning translucent again. As much as Karma liked the privacy, he got very lonely, and there was no chance of Nakamura coming round. Karma didn't trust anyone enough otherwise. His eyes drifted to the window. It was too late to go out now. Closing his eyes, the redhead just decided to wait out the day.

The sunset was staining the landscape smudged shades of orange and red, bathing the landscape in a peaceful shade of fiery melodies. The wind quietly blew through the leafy trees of Nirvana. Birds sang their final songs, and the river rippled as three angels glided towards the mouth. The river led out into the sea, quite a fly away from Kunugigaoka. However, it wasn't far away from the laboratory where these three angels worked.

Two of the angels were scientists, in different fields. The older one was a male, named Kotaro Takebayashi. He had neat black hair neatly combed, and wore round glasses – something the poorest couldn't afford. He usually wore suits, however today his formal attire was covered with a white coat to avoid getting dirty. His companion was Manami Okuda. A small woman with twin black braids and large lavender eyes. She also wore glasses. The two scientists, whilst friends, both studied different areas: Okuda was much more interested in substances and combining minerals to help in combat and building. Takebayashi, on the other hand, saw much more potential in magic – especially how the magic affected the biology and anatomy of the angelic body. It was this subject that the final angel – the apprentice of Takebayashi – took a liking. Her name was Ritsu Sugino, and she was the older sister of the wingball player Tomohito Sugino.

The three angels landed by the mouth of the river, where it opened into the restless ocean, glittering deep, mysterious blue. Ritsu – another angel who rarely went by her second name – looked out at the blanket of water. Her purple hair fluttered in the breeze, as the eighteen year old stared at the sandy beaches.
"Come on, Ritsu," Takebayashi called, "We aren't here for sightseeing."
"Oh, sorry!" Ritsu giggled as she ran over to her mentor and friend. Rare ores had been spotted around this area yesterday. The ores they had seen possessed not only good building material, but magical properties, attracting both scientists. This would be the new apprentice's first task, and Ritsu had been looking forward to it, since she had been an apprentice for barely two months.
"Ritsu, take these." Okuda asked, handing her some books which Ritsu happily took. Her eyes widened at the weight.
"Holy – what ARE these?" Ritsu cried out. Her arms shook and her blue eyes looked up surprised at her mentor, who laughed.
"Simple research. Now come with me – we shall start with the deltas." Takebayashi nodded to the small island between the rivers leading to the sea. Ritsu nodded in response and she took off, following Takebayashi.

"Now, Ritsu, tell me, do you see any of the qualities of the ore here?" Takebayashi quizzed as soon as they landed. The purple female looked around before hesitation. Takebayashi's brow creased slightly when he noticed. His smoky grey wings twitched, looking at Ritsu's pale purple wings.
"Can you remember them?"
"Um… nope… Sorry…" Ritsu sighed admitting her lack of memory. Whilst the angel was extremely magic orientated and loved how things worked – she was one of the future pioneers in technology, Takebayashi reckoned – her memory was distinctly lacking.
"Can you list any of them?" Takebayashi prompted.
"Um… they… they're shiny… and there's a magical aura we can feel!" Ritsu exclaimed remembering. Her mentor smiled at the joyful exclamation.
"Well done, Ritsu. Any sign?" The scientist asked. As Ritsu turned to look, he looke dup at hearing Okuda's call. She must have found something.
"Ritsu, stay here and look, alright?" When Ritsu had acknowledged this, Takebayashi took off, his wings blocking out the sun. Once he had glided over to his pretty indigo-winged companion, Ritsu turned back to her task, placing the research down.

It was very quiet. She could hear the waves crashing ferociously against the shore, as the sun slowly took its dying breaths.

Ritsu's feathers prickled. Something wasn't right. She looked up, pushing her long hair from her face. She narrowed her eyes against the wind. Dismissing that her wary feeling was nothing of concern, the angel went back to her task.

The next unusual sound she heard was a click.

She turned once again. Her eyes drifted to the two scientists a little while away. They didn't seem to have heard anything. Maybe it's because I haven't been here before, Ritsu reasoned with herself. Yes, that's probably it. Ritsu turned once again, but only for a few moments.

"RITSU!" Okuda's scream.

BANG!