{Tombé Dans La Luxure}

(This is an OC centric story!)

(Run away if you don't like OCs!)

(2-?)

By: The Mistress and Phoenix-Of-Starlight

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'You've got to be kidding me,' Rowan thought, giving a helpless glance from the angel who continued to hold his wrist, and the very, very irritated William T. Spears who looked as though he was going to explode if he didn't get an answer soon. 'The second I get a more difficult reaping to take care of, I screw it up and get saved by an angel. It might've been easier if that demon had just killed me. There better not be any more surprises.'

"William! Long time no see!" Eden said dramatically, stepping forward. A faint trace of recognition crossed William's face in the form of a twitching eyebrow, and Rowan's jaw dropped slightly in surprise.

"So it's you," William muttered, looking the other way. "I had been hoping that after our last encounter, you had opted to leave reapers alone."

"I don't recall saying anything of the sort," Eden argued, pouting. "And you should be more grateful - I just saved this one's life!" She gestured to Rowan, who paled when his superior's sharp gaze fell on him.

"Wha- No! Mr. Spears, it's not like that," he struggled to explain, "there was a demon, and my death scythe got out of hand, and-"

"It's the same story every time," William muttered, rolling his eyes. "If you weren't so bad with your hands, we might be able to trust you with difficult reapings, but you're not, so we don't. Honestly, sometimes I can't decide whose worse between you and Sutcliff." Rowan clenched his fists, feeling anger boiling in his chest, but before he could let himself yell at his boss and get a pay cut, Eden stepped in front of him.

"If this little cutie is giving you trouble, William, why not let me help the little one out? I can make him a better reaper... heehee, and definitely make him better 'with his hands.'"

The ravenette sighed. "Don't do anything that will give him any traumas or things like that. I want him to return in tact."

"Heehee~ No promises," Eden said with a wink, "he's pretty cute, William."

"Don't," William muttered. "Just... don't. There's enough sexual harassment that we get exposed to as it i-"

"Willlll~!"

As a splash of red tackled the ravenette, Eden looked down at Rowan, and smirked, before flapping her wings and taking flight. She flew out of the realm of the Reaper Library, Rowan dangling off of her as she dragged him along by his wrist. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't comfortable, either, so Rowan simply sighed, straightening his glasses, and feeling along his belt to make sure that the push dagger that Eden had returned to him was secure.

The two landed in the mortals' realm, and Rowan took a few steps away from the angel, brushing himself off in an indignant manner. "Great. Just great. I was so bad that they needed to get an angel to train me. How stupid."

"Heehee, well, angel though I may be, I do know a thing or two about reaping. And I think I know just how we can get you some good practice."

"Don't take me for a fool; I know that I'm only allowed to reap the souls of the dead."

"Precisely! Which is why we create some dead bodies~ Then you'll have to reap the souls, right?" Eden answered with a sly grin.

"Well... sure, but... but that's just wrong. I remember once, Grell-senpai went around killing a bunch of people. He got in a whole lot of trouble."

"Ah, but I'm an angel, not another reaper, so shouldn't it be okay?"

Perplexed, the green-haired male furrowed his eyebrows. Was that true? He hadn't heard much about Grell's accomplice - all he knew was that it was a mortal girl. He sighed, and rubbed his forehead as he struggled to concentrate. But he didn't have much of a chance before the angel interrupted his thoughts.

"Look over there, Rowan," she said, pointing to a mortal who was working in a dimly lit bar. The male had bright blond hair and hazel eyes, and with his silver-framed glasses on, Rowan easily analyzed that this was a good, diligent young male. Not unattractive, either. "See, doesn't he look like the type of guy who would get seduced by a woman, who would then kill him?"

Incredulous, Rowan took a step back. "What? In what way? He looks to me like the type who would grow old and die peacefully in his sleep!"

"But if it was a homicide," the angel said, grinning. Rowan stepped back, this time against a tree, not fear - definitely not fear - but concern in his eyes.

"What kind of angel are you?" he tried to muster, but his voice only came out as a weak whisper.

"I might be a little off," Eden cooed, giving her wings a small, poignant flap. "I've just fallen in love too many times~!"

"Fallen... fallen!" Rowan suddenly realized. "You're a fallen angel!"

"Tsk, tsk, fallen in love, Rowan," Eden repeated with a slight pout. "I'm not that corrupted."

"Then...," Rowan whispered, a light blush on his cheeks, "it's your intention to seduce people, and then kill them?"

"It's not that I want to kill them - most of them are really cute. It's kind of a side-effect of being divine, you know? The mortals have a hard time handling it," Eden explained, a bored look on her face. "but since you're a reaper that probably won't happen to you."

"Wha... I... you're... asking me to go around seducing and inadvertently killing mortals with you," Rowan said flatly, pointing an accusatory finger at the slightly-fallen angel.

"No, I'm inviting you to tea," Eden said sarcastically.

Rowan, who hardly ever managed to identify sarcasm, was now confused as ever.

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Three weeks later...

Rowan sat back in the park bench, sighing gently as he watched the sun set. "Any more coming this way, Eden?" he asked.

"Not until nine," Eden replied, sitting down next to him. "Hey, what form do you want me in right now?" she inquired, brushing a wing over Rowan's cheek and making him blush. The green-haired male turned away.

"Male form. I just want to scare them a little tonight," he mumbled.

"Heehee, you act as though you think you're scary."

"I am, I'll show you," Rowan growled.

"You look like a teenaged mortal girl with too much hair dye," Eden answered smugly.

"What? No way," the reaper protested.

"Rowan!"

The green-haired male looked over his shoulder, and got up off of the bench when he saw William. "Sir?" he greeted uncertainly.

"You have a reaping to handle tonight at nine fifteen," William said, handing the file to Rowan. "You've been getting better. But you better keep things from looking suspicious. That goes for you, too, angel," he said, looking down at Eden with a glare.

"No worries, William, all of our intentions are innocent," Eden said, even though all three knew it was an obvious lie.

"Fine," William muttered, before walking away. "Rowan, you may stay here for now, but remember to do your work."

With that, the ravenette left, and Rowan opened the file. "Huh, what do you know," he said with a grin. "It's a murder. This guy's going to be stabbed in the heart by a push dagger and die a slow and painful death. Beware; a fallen angel will be in the area."

"Looks like fate beat you to it," Eden laughed lightly.

"Fate is turning me into one twisted man," Rowan sighed.

"Teenaged girl," the angel corrected.

"Man," the reaper said firmly. "And you have no room to talk, you don't have any balls at all," he scoffed. He observed as his accomplice slowly morphed into her male form, and he frowned.

"I do, now," Eden giggled.

"Oh, shut up."

-End Chapter

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A/N: Phoenix here~ Short chapter is short. :/ But meh. I think there's more innuendo in this than in all of my other fanfics combined, haha!