What's this? Two chapters in two days?! Well, you have Epic F. Awesomesauce to thank for that... She's a wonderful beta. X3 This story is something I wrote a looooooong time ago.

Song: Heaven's Light

It was a beautiful day, the kind you see in movies but rarely witness in real life. The sky was clear and blue and the wind was gentle enough to keep the sun from becoming uncomfortably hot without becoming uncomfortable and blustery itself. The people far below in the streets talked and shopped happily with one another. But the figure looking down on them from an apartment building didn't care about them. They only cared about one person in the crowd, the girl with short black hair who bore the mark of misfortune. This misfortune would lead to her swift death, and what a pointless death it would be, too. This quiet, shy, Japanese girl would be killed by a drunk driver. Very sad, very tragic; it would probably ruin everyone's good day. But that didn't matter to the unearthly onlooker. Sakura Honda was just another female, another face, another human.

The figure was a woman herself, though she didn't notice or care about distinctions such as gender. Her hair was black and straight too, but it was much longer that the victims and went down to her knees; it wasn't because of any personal vanity, she simply didn't care enough to cut it. Her eyes were black and her skin was a deep tan color. Her clothes from her plain shirt to her boots were black. Almost everything about her was black…including her wings. Giant wings with a wingspan of twenty feet, they were as black as her hair, as black as a raven's. Unlike a raven's wings, however, hers didn't reflect the sunlight. Rather, they seemed to suck in all the light surrounding it so that the woman was stuck inside a permanent haze. Not that any human looking at her would even see her. To the most perceptive she would look like a darker patch of sky.

She watched as Sakura walked briskly down the sidewalk. Several hundred feet ahead of her was the crosswalk that would be the last place she ever stood. The angel, for she was an angel, pulled out her list and looked at it. Her list of the dead changed shape as the forms of writing among humans did. Long ago her list had been a tablet of clay, then a piece of papyrus, and it went on and on until today, where the angel held what looked to be an iPad.

She scrolled through the list until she came to Sakura, which was written in red. Red meant an emergency. Normally the world moved on in its own way and time without the help of her kind, but there were always times and places where extra help was needed. That was an emergency. This case didn't look like it needed the dark angel's help, it probably had only shown up red because it had appeared on her list so suddenly. Yes, Sakura's name was fading to the usual black at this very moment. She often had cases like this, where a single choice put a human on the path to the afterlife or took them off it. Luckily, thousands of years of this work had given the angel infinite patience. She glanced at the timer next to Sakura's name. Three minutes.

A puff of air and a rustling of feathers caught her attention and the angel turned around. Another angel was standing behind her, but he was vastly different from her. His hair was a wavy, shoulder length blonde that he tied back with an azure ribbon that matched his eyes and his tunic. His wings were a pale yellow and even longer than hers.

She nodded to him. "Hello, Love."

The blonde angel rolled his eyes, "'ow often do I 'ave to tell you to call me Francis?"

The woman shrugged and looked back at Sakura. Three minutes, fifty seconds. She could never remember the human names her fellow angels had given themselves. She had picked out a name for herself once, but she'd forgotten that too.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

Love sighed and looked down at the crowd. "I came 'ere because I wanted to know why one of my names suddenly vanished!" He waved his own iPad in the air dramatically. He looked at her suspiciously. "I don't suppose you would know what happened? I'm guessing so since you're here, Death."

Death tapped on Sakura's name and opened up her profile. "She decided to take a shorter way home today. She's going to die in a traffic related incident." Her voice was completely emotionless as she said this, and it sent involuntary shivers down Love's spine.

"Zhat's a shame," he sighed. "She was going to meet the love of her life today…"

Death didn't react to this. "Can't you influence her or her soul mate in some way?" She wondered briefly why she had bothered asking the question; she knew what his answer would be from centuries of working side by side with Love. After all, there were plenty of Romeos and Juliets.

"She's out of my 'ands, and besides, influencing zhem other zhan romantically isn't my department…'ow long does she 'ave?" He peered at her iPad.

Death looked again. "Two minutes. How are Justice and Mercy doing?"

"Alfred and Matthew are just fine."

Death ignored his emphasize on their names and puffed her feathers out to further block out the sun.

Love looked at her questioningly. "Why do you ask? Don't tell me you actually care about zhem," he joked.

Death turned to him and he shuddered again at her lack of expression. "They are merely comrades," Her voice was monotonous at best, but now every word seemed to limp out of her throat, as if weighed down with lead. "My work often involves them both."

Love shook his head. "Your work involves a lot of us, Death."

Death couldn't deny that, but she also didn't agree with it completely. One minute left. Sakura was so close to the crosswalk now… Love yelped as his iPad let out a series of beeps. He whipped it out and scrolled through it. His eyes grew wide and he turned to Death. "She's back on my list!"

Death raised a lone eyebrow and looked at her iPad. Sure enough, Sakura's name had disappeared from her list. Death took a mere second to process this before she scrolled down to the next red name. She spread her wings and prepared to take off, but before she could, Love grabbed her arm.

"Where are you going?!"

Death looked at him blankly. "She's not a priority anymore. I have other names to take care of."

"But don't you want to see what 'appens?"

"She's decided to go into a store for a bit, or maybe she'll only get injured in the accident. If she's not going to die, then I'm not required here."

Love tugged at her arm. "Oh come on, mon ami! Stay with me! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" Death looked at her list again. She could spare a minute. She honestly didn't care about what happened to the girl, she just didn't feel like wasting energy in a pointless argument with someone who was as stubborn as Justice and as passionate as…well, Passion. She folded her wings and crouched alongside Love to watch the girl again. Sakura had reached the edge of the crosswalk and was waiting patiently for the light to turn green. A loud commotion farther down the sidewalk caught the angel's attention and they looked away from the girl to watch…a man chasing a cat.

"What zhe…?" Love muttered. He grabbed Death's arm again. "Come, we must investigate!" He jumped off the building, pulling Death along with him as he swooped to where Sakura was standing. The cat was getting closer to her, and now they could hear the man shouting at it.

"Athos! Athos come back!" Sakura, unaware that she had two angels at her side, turned just as the calico jumped and clung to her shirt. She gently cradled it and looked up as its owner ran up to her. He was fairly tall, with longish, wavy brown hair and sleepy green eyes. He smiled and took the cat from her. "I'm sorry…I don't know what got into him…"

Sakura blushed and looked away. "Oh, it was nothing! Do not troubre yourself about it." Beside her, Love clapped his hands in joy,

"Oui! Zhat is zhe man! Zhe one she will fall in love with! Heracles Karpusi!"

Death was the only one of the four who heard a screeching of tires farther down the road. Ah, the drunk driver. Perhaps she would die after all, maybe they both would. It all depended on the decisions they made in the next few seconds.

As the crosswalk light turned green, Sakura noticed and stepped onto the road. In the split second that followed, Heracles decided to stop petting his cat and look at his surroundings. He saw the car swerving dangerously in the road and noticed that it would hit the girl if she wasn't stopped.

"Watch out!" he cried. He dropped the surprised cat and ran to snatch Sakura out of the road. She screamed in fear and the car came within inches of hitting her. The cars screeched again as the drunkard turned too sharply and crashed into a fire hydrant. People yelled and milled about the car, several dialing 911 and trying to get to the man inside. Death knew, though, that the man had suffered only a few minor injuries, and that the worst thing he'd be getting would be a heavy fine.

Meanwhile, Sakura was trembling in Heracles' arms as the realization of what had almost happened crashed down on her. Heracles held her close and whispered, "Are you hurt?"

Sakura shook her head. "No…but I could have…could have…" She buried her face in her hands and tried to repress a sob. Heracles lead her away from the curb and into a nearby café, the cat following right behind him. Love wriggled his eyebrows and smirked.

"Ohonononon~! It seems my turn now!"

A strange voice spoke up from right behind them. "You wouldn't even be having a 'turn' if it wasn't for me frog, show some gratitude!"

Death turned around and found herself face to face with another angel. He was shorter than her by about half a head and sported a shock of golden blonde hair. He tilted his chin to look up at them, revealing two bright green eyes. He was wearing a white toga of sorts, along with sandals and a star shaped wand. The strangest thing about him was that his wings were a snowy white; angel wings tended to matched the color of their hair.

Love smiled and let out an amused sigh. "You made the cat run didn't you?"

"I chased the bloody animal out of the window and down the street," he grumbled, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he repressed a smile. He looked at Death curiously. "Who are you?"

Love gaped at him. "What?! You've never met her?! Ever?!"

The man looked at him crossly. "Would I be asking if I knew her, you tosser?"

"I've never seen this man either," Death said. She glanced at her list; she should get going.

Love's eyes widened and he snapped his finger., "Ah, bien sûr! Your work is so completely opposite! But really, you've never met in some battlefield or…?"

Death shook her head. In a battle, there was no need for her to assist the dead in passing. Other humans took care of it for her. "Well then," Love continued, "Allow me to introduce you. Arthur, this is Death. Death, this is Arthur. His job is to…well…it's different from the rest of us really…"

Arthur cut in. "I'm a guardian. I protect people." He looked at Death even more closely. "So…you're the reason some of the people I'm supposed to help are dead before I can get to them." His voice was accusing, but Death wasn't affected in the slightest.

She shrugged. "Probably. And you're the reason some people disappear from my list." Her lifeless black eyes met his lively green ones, and they both trembled at the sheer difference in them. Death found herself becoming fascinated with Arthur's movements. Everything about him pulsed with life. His hair moved in the wind and his arms, legs, and wings swayed and twitched in constant motion.

Arthur's observations about Death were quite different. She didn't move an inch; she might as well have been a statue. And her eyes! Looking into her eyes was like staring into two bottomless pits.

Arthur tore his gaze away from those dreadful orbs and held out his hand. "W-well, nice to meet you all the same."

Death stared at his hand for a moment before dismissing it and its owner. She looked at Love and pointed to her iPad wordlessly. Love nodded in understanding. "Ah, of course. Merci!" She spread her wings and managed to flutter a few feet into the air before Arthur's outraged voice rang out.

"Haven't you heard off manners? Are you some kind of doll or statue?! What is WRONG with you?!"

Death flinched and her wings stiffened. She fell back to the ground and stumbled, landing awkwardly. Love reached out to help her, but she pulled away from his touch. No one had ever spoken to her like that; they were usually fearful of her and all she represented. But there was nothing wrong with what she represented. There was nothing wrong with her! She looked at Arthur's angry face but didn't deign to answer his impulsive question. With another breath, she took off and quickly vanished into the clouds high above.

SMACK!

Arthur gasped in shock and clutched at his cheek. Love raised his hand to smack him again and Arthur backed off, his wings flaring up. "Why did you hit me, wanker?!" he yelped.

Love was truly angry: His wings flared up, and his blue eyes were as hard as blocks of ice. He placed his hands on his hips. "Because you were insensitive and rude! You don't know anyzhing about what she's been through!" With that said, he huffed and flounced into the café, muttering all the while about "clueless Englishmen". Arthur pouted and looked up at the sky. Death was long gone, but the patch of sidewalk she'd been standing on was still chilly.

"What on earth was the frog talking about?" Arthur mused aloud. Perhaps he should find out more about this strange angel. Luckily, he knew just where to start.

...I just realized I never really said who Death was... LOL, it's Mexico. If any of you figured that out by yourself you are much more clever than I am.

ALSO, DID YOU NOTICE THIS WUNDERBAR GRAMMAR AND SPELLING? AGAIN, THANK EPIC. X3