CHAPTER 4 FAITH

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Kagami walked side by side with the teal haired angel, somehow after that talked he had back in the clinic with his supposedly brother he seemed to have fallen into gloom. He didn't knew how or why he knew how the other was feeling despite of his poker face, he hasn't known him for less than twelve hours yet somehow his guts told him as if he had known him for years. His silence is a usual thing, the angel didn't speak much to begin with but he somehow saw something different about his silence this time. What did the green haired angel told to this teal haired angel to bring him down like this? He wish it wasn't something about the end of the world or something like that, because he could use less of a fear of the end of the world.

"What did he say?" Kagami asked finally to the teal haired angel, Kuroko stopped from his tracks looking at his oversized shoes that Kagami lend him.

"Kagami-kun…do you…have a brother?" Kuroko asked timidly.

"N-Yeah, I mean uhm we're not really related but yeah, we're something like that." Kagami answered, "Why?"

Kuroko looked to the path ahead, students were walking side by side wearing their school's uniform. Ever since no one ever told him about anything, no one ever told him what was happening, he was a diligent, loyal and faithful soldier who did everything that was told to him, he never asked question because doing so meant having doubts in his faith to their father. He thought it was better that he didn't know, it was better that he was ignorant of these things. But lately ever since Akashi had was caged he felt like something was purposely being hidden from him by his own brothers. Why would they do that? Why are they keeping something from him?

"I think…I think my brothers are hiding something important from me." Kuroko said. "Why would they do that, why would they not tell me anything?"

Kagami scratched his cheek awkwardly, damn he didn't mean to lead himself in a pep talk, for all he knows he had zero no idea how to give proper advice. What should he do if he were in their position? Hiding an important matter to his brother, would he…do that? What would be the reason that he'd do that? "Maybe it is for the best that you don't know?" Kagami said unsure, "I-I mean there are reasons why we keep secrets, right? I mean hiding and lying are two different things, but sometimes we use it for the same purpose—it usually hurts to be hidden or to be lied to but, they were done to protect as well."

Kuroko had never thought he would ask a human something like that, he didn't know what got into him, perhaps it was because of Kagami's personality that he feels at ease with him. He is a strange human with a bad habit of trusting everyone he talks too, sometimes Kuroko wonders if he is just that kind or an idiot. But what he said somehow made sense, maybe…maybe his brothers were doing it for him as well. But what were they protecting him for. If only he was stronger, maybe the he'd be worthy to know, maybe then they would let him know. "If I became stronger…would they…tell me?" Kuroko found himself saying out loud.

Kagami stared at Kuroko, he didn't know how he knew but behind the blank stare, Kagami saw a relative weight the angel was carrying in his shoulders. The coldness in his eyes reeminded him of something—no a feeling, a feeling of being on his own. His brothers perhaps did not know this either, a realization Kagami came looking and listening to the angel's words—he had been fighting an internal battle, on his own.

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Yosen High School, Himuro Tatsuya came back to Japan after a long time. After finishing his study in America as a confectioner, he returned to Japan to teach. He likes taking care of his students and baking so his career was for him just perfect. His stay in Japan had been very fruitful, the Japaanese confectioners were very competitive, and damn he loves competition. Unlike others learning to bake isn't something that came natural, he was a basketball player, and basically his hands were rough and had force while baking needed more gentle and subtle hand skills. But Himuro Tatsuya loves challenge, so despite all of that he continued, until he came to love it. Working at Yosen High School as a teacher in a baking class is a great experience, well the occasional love letters from his students were a plus factor—it just means they like me, right?

Himuro walked towards the last group of students as the finally finished their cake, it was a simple vanilla frosted sponge cake with strawberries decorating it. It was nice to know his students were trying their best. "That looks very delicious." He said earning a blush from the group of four female students. "That'll be enough for today, you'll be late for your next class, you can put that in the fridge, yes?"

One of the students nodded and took the cake to the nearby double door fridge while the three started cleaning their work area. Himuro liked his job—oh, no, he loves his job, so much. Himuro grabbed a nearby rag and started to wipe the surface of the other tables. "S-Sensei I-I'll do that." One of his students offer, Himuro shook his head, "It's alright, once you finish you can leave now, you can't afford to be late for your next classes, right?" he said with his usual smile.

"Y-Yes." They all answered in unison. Once the students finished cleaning their table they all bid Himuro good bye.

Himuro returned their good byes waving as they left. Himuro continued cleaning the room, today's lesson was baking and decorating cakes, while yesterday he taught his students how to make simple home-made chocolates, almost half of the class gave him their finished prroducts—mostly were girls and the boys who gave him chocolates were the ones in search of his favour. Himuro found himself chuckling as he remember this boy, he was crawling to get good grades in his classes but he was so embarrassed to give Himuro that chocolate he was blushing to the tip of his ears—it wasn't as if Himuro was a very strict teacher, as long as he sees his students doing their best, it was enough to give them a passing mark. He understand how difficult it was to be a student, he had been through that, and he knows he isn't the only subject this kids were taking.

Himuro went to his desk and took out his grading sheet for today's activity and placed it on a table nearest to the fridge. He grades his students when they aren't there anymore, because sometimes—just sometimes—their works are…uhm…a bit…shocking? Himuro opened the fridge quietly before taking out one by one the cakes his students made, he instructed them to purposely made a small slice of the cake for him to use as sample while they all can bring the cake home the next day. Placing the cakes one by one in the row, Himuro smiled for a moment before stepping back and admiring his students' masterpieces. Out of pure joy he took out his phone and took a picture of the pastries.

"Really, Himuro-san you just love those kids."

Himuro turned to the door and found his co-worker, Liu. "Good morning Liu-san." He said walking towards the man. Liu stepped out a little and they stood there in the hallway, Himuro was busy swiping on the screen of his phone with his index finger, all in all there will be cakes baked in his class, including the class earlier. They all look sweet and nice, it was a good indication, he remember the first class he handled, it was the first time he saw a gooey violet cake.

"How was the class, any case of food poisoning yet?" Liu joked.

Himuro laughed, "Luckily, there hasn't."

"By the way, have you seen anyone suspicious around?" Liu asked before reaching to his pocket, he unfolded a small parchment reading them, "A memo from the police station came this morning, said someone spotted a suspicious looking man from one of the windows of the school, tall maybe about…six feet?"

Himuro stared at Liu in disbelief—six feet, wow, that was something rare here. If he was in America he'd laugh out and say, maybe just a student or something, but yeah, he is in Japan and kids don't stick around in the campus doing midnight adventure, towering six feet. Definitely not six feet. "Wow, that's really something, shouldn't the school get the kids out early today?" Himuro said out of concern. "I mean that guy could be anywhere and attack the kids loitering around."

"Actually, that was what I am doing for, I'm walking around well making sure the students are all inside the classrooms, club activities are cancelled for today."

Himuro nodded, "I see, I hope the guy isn't around, I'm worried about the students, and the basketball club?"

"Unfortunately they have to use another gym, they can't use the school's gym until the guy is found or we had ensure he isn't anywhere."

"Oh that's good to hear." Himuro said smiling.

"Alright, I guess I should be going now." Liu said checking his watch, "Bye, Sensei."

"See you around." Himuro said as he watched Liu continued to walk to the hallways.

Himuro went back to the classroom as he walked leisurely to the the work he left. Taking the garding sheet in his hand he reached to the breast pocket of his polo shirt, clicking the pen he checked on the first cake when he realized something—1…2…3…4? Wait, there…there were five groups, right? He did remember bringing out five cakes. What on earth?

Himuro placed the grading sheet back to the table as he went back to the fridge—maybe I accidentaly forgot to take it out of the fridge. He opened the fridge to see five other cakes that were baked by the other class. Five…there should be an extra one—Himuro frowned, what's happening? He crouched down, not down there, he walked around, surely he didn't—

MUNCH

Did he…did he just heard what he think he heard? Turning around Himuro found the empty room. Okay, as much as he knows, the school doesn't cater to…large rats, right?

MUNCH, MUNCH

Okay, that's a bit…creepy. Himuro swallowed hard, he can deal with a burglar or a pervert but not rats—just not sewer rats. Himuro crouched down listening carefully.

MUNCH, MUNCH, MUNCH

That sounds like a huge rat. Himuro closed his eyes listening carefully, it was coming from—oh god its coming from the double door cabinet! Himuro stood and with slightly shaky hands he walked towards the cabinet. It was used to be a where the students store their aprons but then it became somehow a place for bullying where the bullies vandalizes the stuffs so they decided to have the students bring their aprons to their lockers instead. Reaching for the knob Himuro paused midway—what if its really a huge rat, a huge filthy rat? Himuro swallowed hard, damn, whatever comes, he said before reaching for the knob before bravely opening the door—

Himuro was ready to shout his lungs out when instead of a rat he saw was—gasp. Himuro brought both his hands to cover his mouth preventing and loud exaggerated scream escaping his lips. If it was a rat, it would probably be the biggest rat he had ever laid eyes on, he backed away as purple irises met his, unfortunately the shock had took over his body and his legs had managed to tangle itself and he fell down to his buttocks.

Right before him he was staring at an enormous guy who was sitting in fetal position while picking and digging on the vanilla frosted cake. The cream were smudged all over his face, and his insanely large hands as well. Himuro swallowed hard, if those hands were to grab him by and pressed against his throat, surely he will get a one way ticket to heaven. Who would have thought this would be his last day on earth.

…

Aomine groaned as he felt something poking his cheek, cracking one of his eyes open he found an image of golden locks. Yeah, golden—wait, he lives alone for pete's sake! Bolting up in panic Aomine came face to face with a beautiful blonde haired male. Aomine pointed an accusing finger at the blonde when he remember what happened last night, he somehow run into this guy and saw him flap those—Oh…God, it wasn't a dream. Aomine retracted his hand and backed away, the blonde was staring at him like he was some zoo animal. Aomine noticed his wings weren't there either, and he looks perfectly normal. The blonde started inching closer to Aomine till he started climbing up the bed and inching closer and closer to Aomine. Aomine felt his heart beating in full speed, in a bad way. He tried to close his eyes and look away , that's how monsters disappear in movies right?

Aomine felt his soul jumped out of his skin as he felt a cold palm pressed against his cheek, "Wow…your skin…it's the same color of mahogany."

What?—Aomine opened his eyes and found himself staring at a mesmerizing color of amber. He felt a lump building in his throat as it stares back at him, his eyes travelled from his eyes to his lashes that were long and a shade darker than his irises, and his skin, is he really a guy, is it even legal to have such white and porcelain like skin? Taking off his hand the blonde looked around scratching his cheek, "This must be earth, right? S-Sorry for causing you trouble, m-my name is Kise Ryouta." The blonde said before bowing his head, "That's what my brothers usually call me but, humans and others known me as Gabriel."

"Gabri-what?" Aomine asked raising a brow, "What's with the get up anyways?"

Kise turned to his clothes, they don't look good at all, this will be quite a hassle, "This are my clothes from home." Kise answered.

"Home, where do you live anyway?"

"Heaven."

Aomine stared at Kise before he found himself laughing. "Are you on drugs?" Aomine said in disbelief, he had heard a lot of insane and out of this world jokes, but this was no way compared to—Kise frowned and suddenly a pair of insanely large wings from his back appeared. Yeah, he forgot that part too. "A-A-Alright, y-you can uhm h-hide those, I-I believe you now."

Kise nodded and hide his wings again. "I need help to find my brothers, Kurokoccchi most importantly!" Kise said as he stood with determination in his eyes. "Kurokocchi, I-I have to find him!"

"Hold your horses!" Aomine exclaimed, "Listen pretty boy, I am human, I am a seventeen years old normal human boy and I need to go to school, do you understand, whoever this Kurokocchi is out of my business, if you wanna find him pack up and go."

Kise frowned, he is right. How can he find his brothers in this situation, he tried using his powers last night but somehow he could not reach to him or to anyone at that. In this kind of situation he had no choice, he have to learn first how humans get to each other before he could search for Kuroko and the others. While he is at it he needs to find the reason why they fell from heaven as well. Aomine started climbing out of bed and walking towards his closet. Maybe this man could help him? But…should he really rely in him, he's human.

"What are you thinking, you aren't plotting to kill me are you?" Kise heard Aomine said as he walked towards another door and closing it as he stepped in.

"No," Kise answered simply.

After a few moments Aomine stepped out of the door wearing his school uniform, Kise stared at Aomine. He blinked twice, wow, the clothes were…Kise caught himself thinking something inappropriate for the situation so he shook his head, there's no time to appreciate this guy's masculinity. "What?" Aomine asked the other seeing the odd behaviour from the other. Aomine sighed and walked towards his closet, looking through his stuffs he quickly grabbed the white long sleeves shirt and a black tight fitting jeans. They were Satsuki's present to him last year which were too fashionable for his taste. Tossing the clothes to Kise he stared at the other as he examined them, "Change in them, you're coming with me."

Kise blinked as he inspected the clothes, and nodded. Aomine's eyes widen as Kise started to pull his clothes off right in front of him.

"W-Wait! W-What on earth are you doing?" Aomine asked in panic stopping the blonde from whatever he was doing, Kise let go of the he of his clothes and stared at Aomine.

"But you said—"

"Yes but—" Aomine huffed in frustration, "A-alright, I-I'll just get out, and you follow me as soon as you finish that!"

Kise blinked in confusion titling his head tilting sideways, what's with him?

…

"Aomine."

"Took you long eno—" Aomine found the words dying down in his throat as he saw the blonde angel standing there looking…perfect. Wow, he thought those clothes were horrible, but maybe they weren't really that bad. His legs were slender and had this perfect proportion of muscles, he look masculine and yet feminine at the same time, it was perfect balance of both. Angels, were they usually like this?

"Aomine?" Kise asked.

"Y-yeah, uhm yeah, come on." Aomine said urging the other to come with him. Kise nodded and followed Aomine. As they walked towards the entry way Aomine offered the other a white slightly worn sneakers, they were a bit smaller now for him. Kise thanked the other and accepted the offer. Kise watched as Aomine laced his shoes and quickly learned how to do it himself. Kise crouched down and repeated what Aomine did.

After finishing tying his shoelaces Kise followed Aomine out of the apartment. Aomine secured his duffle bag's strap before locking the door and heading out.

"Oh, a classmate of yours Aomine-san?" Aomine stifled as he heard a familiar voice, turning around he smiled awkwardly to the old woman next door. Kise finding that the old woman was carrying a fairly heavy looking paper bags quickly ran to her aid.

"I'll help you." Kise said cheerfully as he ran to the old woman.

"My, what a nice friend you have Aomine-san." The old woman said letting Kise carry the bags, "you can just put them there, my daughter will be here she'll get them for me, thank you young man." The woman pointed at the front door of his room with a smile.

Kise complied and set the bag down on the front door, "Hello, my name is—"

Aomine pulled Kise by the collar of his shirt, "Kise Ryouta, he's transferring to Too."

"Oh from the country side?" The woman asked.

"Yeah." Aomine answered for Kise. "He…has a lot to learn."

The woman chuckled, "Don't worry Kise-san, you'll get use to the city, I am sure Aomine-san will be a good host."

Kise smiled back, "I am sure he will be."

"Gotta go," Aomine said before pulling Kise away and bowing his head, Kise seeing as that bowing seems as a form of formality, he ducked his head as well as he let Aomine ked the way.

…

So here's the deal, what will you do if you have in front of you a icing covered six feet guy hiding in the cabinet of your classroom in broad day light? Call the police, scream, or pretend he didn't see it? But Himuro Tatsuya is a man of logic and he choose—"Oh god I need to call the police." Himuro said trying to pull out his composure as he tried to inch away and fish his phone from his pocket, but his eyes widen as he saw the quick movement of the titan before him who left the cake and walked towards him. In panic Himuro's shaky hands had slipped the phone from his fingers falling to floor. Oh well, shit happens. It was too late to pick up his phone so he continued stepping away from the others, he wanted to call for help but that doesn't sound really like a good idea right now when those huge as the whole Russia hands were inching closer to him. Himuro struggled as his hands wandered to the tables praying he could hold anything that could help—BINGO! Himuro shakily held a small butterknife—he probably had no clue it was only a butter knife—towards the taller male. "D-Don't c-come a-any closer!" he said taking a step back. The towering purple haired male continued to walk towards him as if not understanding what he said.

"Why are you shaking?" the stranger asked, his voice was asking but it was as if he was dragging his words lazily.

"P-Please step back." Himuro said as he found himself almost a few feet away from the wall, that's bad, the last thing he needed is to be cornered.

"Why are you walking away and walking backwards too, you're strange." The man said. Himuro inspected him, aside from the icing in his face and hands, Himuro noticed he was oddly dressed too. He wore a white robe with golden embroideries in the collar and in the sleeves, a golden rope was tied in his waist securing the whole attire as well. "Are you sick?"

Himuro gasped as he finally hit the wall—wrong move! He screamed to himself. The taller male inched closer to Himuro and then as they were just a foot away from the other Himuro found himself holding the knife closer to his body, damn he just can't injure anyone like that! He closed his eyes waiting for his impending doom when he felt the stranger grabbed the knife from him and threw it away. He heard the man whisper in his ear, "You're pale." Himuro just wished he won't make him suffer that much when he kills him. Himuro waited…and waited, but nothing came to him. Cracking one of his eye open he found the taller male studying his face and placed a hand over his head—his hand was like the biggest hand that ever touched his head—which caused him to involuntarily flinched, but what he could be never prepared for what he saw next.

His eyes widen as the man's eyes started emitting this strange glow, and the hand resting in his head felt warmer-no, not hot, but warm, the kind of warm that makes you feel comfortable. And slowly he felt the nervousness in his body forcing its way out of his system and then—I'm…seeing things, right, Himuro tried to convince himself as he suddenly found a pair of lavender colored wings unfolding behind that man's back. His jaw dropped as the wings made a gentle flap before him, it somehow looked like it was glowing. And just as the hand from on his head retracted he found the wings disappearing from his back again.

"Are you feeling better?"

Lost for words and at the moment Himuro found himself nodding.

"Hn." The man hummed.

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"AAAAAAH!"

Reality finally sunk down to Himuro as he realized he is in the same room of some ridiculously tall man with wings who just did hodoo to him or whatever. He clasped his mouth with both of his hand, no, he have to stay calm. This guy is definetly not a burglar, surely not a killer as well, and certainly not a rat, but he has wings for crying out loud. He gotta think fast, this is not a dream, then he's real and—

"Himuro-sensei?" Himuro gasped, was that—"Himuro-sensei!"

Damn, Liu was fast, Himuro gotta think, what is his choice, cover up or report? He gotta think fast before Liu comes! Looking at the tall male, if he told Liu this guy has wings and all that hodoo, Liu will just think he's bluffing, he can't report him fro stealing a cake either, that's freaking lame, and besides—ah! Whatever, too many doubts on option two, go to option one then! Himuro grabbed the taller male's hand, and pulled him towards the cabinet where he found him.

"Listen, stay here!" he instructed before closing the door of the cabinet and just as he did he heard Liu's footsteps coming really fast to their direction and—

"Sensei!"

Himuro faced away from the cabinet towards doorway where Liu stood breathing heavily, "Is something wrong?" the other asked in between his panting.

"N-Nothing." Himuro answered.

"I heard you scream."

"A-A…I t-think I saw a-a rat." Himuro said looking around. "Uhm, c-can you please h-have this room c-checked f-for uhm…pests later?"

"Oh," Liu chuckled awkwardly, "yes, of course uhm sorry for barging in suddenly."

"I-Its alright." Himuro laughed dryly as Liu waved goodbye again and left.

Okay, that was close. Himuro stepped away and opened the door and found the six feet titan still in the position where he left him. So, first of all he gotta know what's going on. Himuro asked the man to get out of the closet and he did without a word or two. He had a very nice hair that was only slightly unkept as it fell awkwardly to his face—which is something he didn't quite like, but forget about that he gotta know what's the deal with his clothes and that purple glow. Himuro looked around, okay, clear. Himuro pulled the towering purple haired man to the floor and they both sat with their legs crossed. Himuro studied his face, well he looks a bit intimidating but his eyes lacks this certain eager, something that made him look like a child.

"You, who on earth are you?" Himuro asked firmly.

The taller male's eyes wandered around and fell to the top of the table. Himuro felt curious on what has taken the other's interest looked over and found the cakes there sitting, he turned to stranger raising a brow, "You like cakes?"

The taller male nodded.

"Okay, here's a deal, I'll make you a one if you would answer my questions." Himuro prayed t would work, to his utter amusement though he saw the other's eyes sparked with interest. "O-Okay, uhm let's start, who are you?"

"Mido-chin, Kise-chin and Kuro-chin usually calls me Murasakibara Atsushi, its like a human name." The other answered.

Mido-chin? Kise-chin and Kuro-chin? Were those, names? And what does he mean by human name? "Uhm, what exactly are you?" He asked again.

"Angel."

Himuro gulped, now that makes sense but…since when did angels ransack baking class and hide inside the cabinets? "What are you doing here then? I mean, what is an angel doing here?"

Murasakibara's expression changed, "Gotta find Aka-chin before he finds Kuro-chin."

"Huh?"Himuro asked, the six feet angel somehow talks like a child, he doesn't know if its an angel thing or its just him. "Why, what did this Aka-chin and Kuro-chin did?"

"Aka-chin…sin is…he loved…father too much." Murasakibara said in barely above whispering voice but Himuro caught those words. Strange what does that mean. "If we don't find Aka-chin and bring him back he may find Kuro-chin and start a war."

"Here, on earth?"

Muarsakibara nodded, "A big one, no one will be safe then."

Himuro furrowed his eyebrows in thought, he heard this before…angels…war, on earth, no one is safe? Himuro turned to Murasakibara as he realized this—IT'S A GODDAMN APOCALYPSE! Himuro had never in his life thought he would live to this day if ever it was true, but there he is right then talking to one of God's feathery friends—sons—about the freaking apocalypse. "Y-You mean..the world's gonna end?" Himuro asked.

"Not yet sure." The other answered, "It would be up to Aka-chin and Kuro-chin. I need to find them."

"D-Do you know where they are?"

Murasakibara paused before sshaking his head, "No. I cannot seem to find them with my own powers."

"Then w-what should we do, I-I mean you can't let the world end, right?"

"Yes"

"A-Alright here's the deal I-I'll help you find your that Aka-chin and Kuro-chin, if you swear t-that you will not let the world end."

Murasakibara stared at him, well honestly…it was their goal from the start, "I agree."

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Since arriving at Aomine's school the other instructed Kise to wait until he hears the bell, that's when Aomine will come back and give him further instruction about the day. Honestly Kise has no idea how to kill time until then, he was left in their school library but unlike Kuroko or Midorima he didn't quite fancy reading books, well he reads book but not as much as those two so he didn't enjoy the silence. He had been slightly annoyed with the constant stare he gets from the girls as well, humans are just so—ugh…should be out there helping Midorimacchi or Murasakibaracchi in searching for Akashicchi but I'm stuck here. Kise rested his head on the table, what an awful father they had, he bet Kuroko is so depressed right now, after all that angel was so engrossed with their father's kindness, he truly believed him to the very last minute, to the very last day. He could have said about something, could have warn them about this day, could have told them something was up. But no, he didn't he just, poof, disappeared and after a long tiring wait just goes like that. It was unfair, for him, for Kuroko, for the four of them. Kise felt like a hopeless kid abandoned by their father, but he bet he isn't the only one, Kuroko is the greatest at concealing his thoughts and feelings, for all he knows he'd the most devastated.

He turned his head towards the window, it was bright and sunny outside. He used to love sunny days, before it was when he gets to see earth at its finest, but now looking at earth gave him bitter memories. I can't do this anymore—Kise thought as he finally stood from his seat, sitting still is getting him all nostalgic, that's not really helping him at all. Kise walked out of the library as he casually strolled around, the girls gave him a second look and whispering compliments behind his back. He smiled politely at them before bowing his head and continuing on his way. Surprisingly Too was a big school, Kise found himself getting slightly lost, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, he turned to his feet thinking how long had he been walking around, he's slightly itching to spread his wings out. Kise heard looked straight ahead hearing faint noises of something hitting the floor and bouncing back. Curious the blonde angel ran towards the direction where he heard the noise.

Kise stopped as he reached a covered court titling his head he wondered if he should check it out or just go back? The curiousity felt like an irresistible itch, Kise sighed—just for a bit, he thought before quietly peeking at the open door of the court. His eyes wandered around, men about Aomine's age were running around some of them were making weird signs with their hands. Then he's eyes widen as he caught the most beautiful movement he had seen in his life—it lacked grace, it was wild it was…free. It reminded him of the wind, untameable, uncontrollable, free and fast, it didn't have any form. Kise watched as Aomine effortless dribbled the ball across the court, and just like that jumped and tossed the ball to the ring like it was the most natural thing to do. Kise was awed as the scene unfold, he looked like he was…flying.

"Amazing?"

Kise was startled as he heard a female voice coming behind him, turning around and found a pink hair girl standing there. She was well fully developed in that particular part and quite attractive. Kise rembered he have to bow his head and so he did greeting the other. "I-I didn't mean to uhm d-disturb I was just curious." Kise said before slightly stealing glances towards the court, his eyes automatically recorded the movements of the players in his head.

"Are you a new student?"

Kise didn't know what to answer, he scratched his cheek awkwardly.

"Oh, no need to be shy, I'm Momoi Satsuki." She said smiling. "I'm the basketball team's manager."

"Hello, uhm I'm Ki—"

"Oi Kise!"

Kise turned and found Aomine running towards him with a towel draped over one of his shoulder. Aomine frowned and pulled Kise almost roughly to a corner, "What are you doing here, I told you to stay." He said in a hushed voice. Kise frowned, that was mean, he wasn't causing troubles, right?

"I'm sorry." He said looking at his shoes.

"Go back to the—"

"You know him Aomine-kun?" Aomine turned as he heard Momoi asked. What should she tell him, this girl knows almost every inch of his life. Aomine started listing possible excuses in his mind, relative would be a no, childhood friend is surely not an option, an old schoolmate definitely doesn't seem like a good idea either—"Ah!" Momoi said all of a sudden breaking his train of thoughts.

"What?" Aomine asked raising a brow.

Momoi chuckled before walking close to Aomine and putting a hand over his shoulder. Aomine raised a brow higher at the other's gesture, "Congratulations Aomine-kun." She said with a smile.

"Congratulations on what?"

"No, don't worry, I understand I mean I won't judge you. How can you resist, I mean look at Kise-kun, so charming so—"chuckles, "Take care of him, or I might want to snatch him from you!"

"Wha…WHAT?!" Aomine's eyes widen as the thought sunk to him, Momoi gave him a suggestive smile and nodding to the direction of his hand, turning Aomine found him holding Kise's upper arm, making him blush into fifty shades of red.

"WE'RE NOTHING LIKE THAT!"

Himuro had two problems, first he gotta help a celestial being to find his feathery friends, and he doesn't even know where to start, two he needs to get clothes—normal ones—in this guy's size, that's practically one of the most difficult task he had encountered since he returned here. If he was in America getting clothes in this guy's size would be a piece of cake. Himuro sighed as he carefully spreads the icing over the chiffon cake. Man, why won't things just be easy for him? And thinking about easy reminded him of the issue in hand—apocalypse. Who would have thought, people, his students and co-workers are living their daily lives without a thought or two of the impending end of their race. How frustrating.

"Muro-chin?"

Himuro blinked, oh yeah, he did told his name to this giant earlier. "Yes?"

"Is cake what humans eat daily?" Murasakibara asked standing behind Hmuro watchind the other do his end of the bargain. The cake was nice, Murasakibara had always been fond of sweets, but no one makes sweets in heaven. Well their father used to—but that was a story long ago.

"No, we eat rice here in Japan." Himuro answered.

"Are you like…uh…a cake specialist?"

Himuro laughed at the childish manner the taller male used to describe him as a confectioner. "Somehow, but we call it here as confectioner or baker." Himuro answered, he stole a look at Murassakibara who was staring as he work on the cake, it seems like the angel does like sweets. "But well I worked my best to come to this point."

Murasakibara listened quietly, he sounded like Kuroko. The wingless angel did his best to be on their level, what was that again, the word Midorima used—"Hard work." He said out loud making Himuro nod. Honestly, Murasakibara didn't know what that means, all he knew was to do what was told of him. That was how they were created, to follow. "Why?" Murasakibara found himself asking, he didn't know himself what he meant, why cakes, why work hard, why what?

"Back in the U.S. my family was qquite strict, my grandmother wanted me to do something fitting for me—for a male." Himuro said as he placed the spatula down and started decorating the cake, "Because baking was too feminine, it wasn't something I should take up seriously, but you know I like challenges, I like proving them wrong and I love what I am doing."

"Love…what you do…" Murasakibara repeated those words, those kinds of words mean nothing for their likes, they were meant to just follow what they were told to do and that was just that. Love was reserved only for their father, and do meant work and orders from Him. It was peculiar to see Himuro's eyes sparkle in raw determination as he spoke about love and work, what was the difference of their version of love and work? He wonders, if he learn to bake as well, will he understand what human's version of love and work means?

Himuro turned to find the taller male spaced out, somehow Himuro had been wondering ever since he told him he was an angel. Strangely he pictured them as bright shining creatures, with smiles in their faces but Murasakibara's eyes were vacant, the kind off vacant not that he was just uninterested, a kind of vacant saying I'm not okay. He had seen a lot students of his having those eyes, it was their home.

What is wrong with heaven?