Holla Kicchin here and welcome to Chapter 5! To everyone who is a little confused, Midorima from the previous and current chapter has no glasses yet, well I just think that an angel with eyeglasses is kinda strange. But yeah, don't worry we'll have that after a few chapters, you'll know why eventually. And the guessing game starts now. Ahaha, I think this fic would be longer than expected since the twist I made is quite a tangle so plucking them one by one would be really necessary for the sake of the story. We'll have lots of MidoTaka here. The chapter was inspired with a few lines from a local TV drama taking up a story about faith. BTW there is a song lyrics(actually the translated lyrics of a Japanese song) I used here from the anime 07-Ghost, Raggs Requiem. Whenever I listen to it, it reminds me of the sky for some reason LOL so I decided to use it. I kinda wanted to fit it to story and since Takao's voice actor naturally sings I think its okay to put it here*chuckles awkwardly*. Recently I have been obsessed with Project K. I felt hanging by the edge of the story after the series, and for the first time ever I found a ship that literally translates into BLACK AND WHITE lol! Maybe I should do a fanfic for that too *chuckles*

Anyways next chapter would probably be MuraHimu and AkaFuri if not would AkaFuri and AoKise. We'll slowly pull the string together *winks*

And for the reviewers, especially for Kumiko-Walker let's see if you're right about your guess, hohoho. Kuroko's case will be explained one by one as the story progresses, have you ever wondered why Midorima said it was up to Kuroko if they all die or they all live, not Akashi? Ahaha, Akashi is really Lucifer in this story btw—the rebellious son of God, and Kuroko…I'll explain sometime ahaha! To Mew'smeow, hmm let's see if you're right. Oh and let's see, I'll let you on a small hint, Kagami's a special case in the story. He massively contributes to the whole purpose of the story.

And there you have it, guys please review, oh come on we kinda feel lonely here just the two of us interacting. Don't be shy and yeah, please review. I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE your reviews IDK it just pumps my motivation whenever someone leaves a review and I get to have an idea how they interact with each other, you can share your thoughts, your critics as well, no hard feelings I swear.

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Chapter 5: Death

Midorima watched as Takao as he spoke through the phone. In has been a whole day since he arrived on earth, but he isn't dumb not to train himself to get himself used to the things around him. He wouldn't say his stay is easy, if the casual headache wasn't anything to go by. Strangely enough with that headache he seems to get this surge sudden blur in his vision. He didn't know something such as this would have comprehended his mission here. Furrowing his eyebrows he crossed his arms over his chest sighing. What should he do now, where to start, Takao had sworn he'd help him ask around, seems like the other is doing just that. Sometimes he would ask some of the patients' mothers if they have seen a teal haired young man who goes by the name of Kuroko Tetsuya, or a scarlet haired young man with heterochromatic eyes who goes by the name of Akashi Seijuuro. But it was as if luck isn't in his side. It has been a day and yet still no luck, the world isn't as small as it seems, it would be a piece of cake if only if he had his powers. Midorima clutched his hands into a fist, what was happening, what cause their fall, what exactly happened to their father.

Midorima turned towards to Takao whose face didn't look well, he look pale. The other had taken the day off saying he would want to help Midorima look for his brothers but after receiving a call the other had been dialling on the phone, until finally looks like he was answered. Midorima heard the other hang up saying thank you in a hushed voice.

"Are we going now?" Midorima asked the other walking towards him. Midorima was shock to see the usual cheerful paediatrician looking quite gloomy and serious.

The doctor turned to him with a fake smile, Midorima frowned seeing that. Takao rarely lied, Midorima understood, humans are inevitably lying creatures, whether they do it purposely or coincidentally was out of the question but Takao was different. He rarely lied with words, he lies with his smile. "I'm sorry, but something important came up." Takao said, his voice lacked its usual luster. "I promise, I'll really help you but for today I just need to go and see someone."

Midorima pressed his lips into a thin line, who exactly is this someone that could be so important—more than the world ending. Midorima didn't say anything as he watched Takao went to his office taking a bagpack. "Would you come with me?" Takao asked looking at the taller male.

"Even if I said no you would probably insist that I come with you in the ground that you don't want to leave your house or your clinic in the hands of someone like me who doesn't even know how to cook rice without burning the pot." Midorima said clearly reading the other's thoughts.

Takao laughed, "Alright Mr. I know already, come with me then."

"Its Shintaro." Midorima said earning him Takao's attention. "My name, its Midorima Shintaro."

Midorima was caught off guard as he found the other suddenly chuckled with a hand raised to his lips covering his quivering lips. In a day Midorima had known Takao to this extent—when he snickers, it means he is teasing him, when he smile wide and with that grin, its fake, but when he chuckles and covers his lips, that's real. Surprisingly he didn't knew he'd pay such attention to this kind of things about Takao Kazunari.

Midorima followed Takao outside the clinic. After getting off the neighbourhood, the two walked to the train station. It was a sunny day, a complete contrary to the night Midorima arrived on earth. The sky blue of the sky reminded of home. Midorima looked at the people passing by, he frowned seeing the machines that produced the poison gas called carbon, his eyes quickly caught the things that shouldn't be there—in an alleyway was a group of girls extorting a smaller girl, a couple of men tailing a businessman. Humans, really, what a frustrating bunch of creatures. The walk to the station was uneventful, Takao quietly glance at his phone as they went by. Midorima notice the way Takao's hands slightly trembled—his hands never trembled. Anxious, nervous, frightened?

Arriving at the station Takao ushered Midorima to the ticketing station teaching the other how to get himself a ticket, saying in case of emergency he needs to learn to do this. Midorima listened carefully to the other's instruction and fished got his own ticket. They finally finished and quickly went took the train that arrived just a few minutes as soon as they stood on the platform. Midorima watched in amusement the great human innovation, the train ran in speed of kilometers per second, and could carry over a thousand passenger in each round. It was fast, efficient and convenient. It didn't take ten minutes to reach the next stop, and they both got off.

Takao led the way and the two walked to the unfamiliar city. Midorima noticed as the scenery started to change, Takao squeezed through alleys, from brick walls to wooden old walls. It was a slum area. Midorima wondered what exactly they were doing there. The place somehow seem stuffy and suffocating. Midorima sniffed the air—he knows this scent. "We're almost near." Takao said. Midorima didn't care less but what he thought about was the strange scent filling his lungs, he knows this scent, it was so long since he smelled this but he is sure. Midorima turned to the corners and saw a bunch of kids wearing dirty, tattered oversized shirts, their cheeks were hollow and their body—skin and bones. Their eyes were blank.

"We're here." Midorima turned to Takao who stood in front of a small house, its roof was made of make shift materials, tarpaulins, old posters and old rotten woods. The walls looks like it can crumble any moment. Midorima nodded as Takao knocked on the door. "Sazaki-san?" he called as he knocked. After two knock the door swung open revealing a woman, there were bag under her eyes, and her hair was poorly kept, her cheeks are hollow and her lips were pale, her skin lack color.

"Takao-[1]sensei, thank you, please come in." she said in an almost hushed voice. Midorima frowned, her voice is as weak as her body. Looking at her, Midorima found the woman with a moderate case of malnutrition. Midorima was about to greet the other when suddenly something caught his eyes.

Turning on his right Midorima's eyes widen. It was a thick black smoke moving towards the house. Midorima watched as it swirls towards the house and sneaked in the gaps on the window and the holes on the wall. Midorima had seen this, many, many times before, here on earth and in heaven.

"Shin-chan?" Takao called his attention. Midorima turned to Takao with a frown hearing such childish nickname.

"What?" Midorima scowled.

"You've been staring at nothingness for so long, what's up?"

Midorima stared at the small house before turning to Takao, "I...I would want to check something I would follow you after."

Takao was about to agree, Midorima saw it in his eyes but he quickly saw the sudden change in his eyes, "Will you be alright?" Takao asked. Midorima was taken aback by that question. Blinking he tried to shake off the sudden surge of thoughts in his head. No, he's not concerned, right, as if that would ever happen. No, it must be his innate nature as a doctor to be concerned of others well being.

"I will be," Midorima reassured, "remember I am not human."

Takao nodded, "Don't get lost on me, alright."

Midorima watched as Takao entered the humble home and closing the door behind him. Midorima turned from the house and walk straight ahead, closing his eyes, Midorima suddenly felt a familiar presence. Opening his eyes Midorima turned to his side and stared right at those eyes, frowning. It has been decades—no, centuries since he last met face to face with this guy. He was the only one aside from them who had known about their father—and probably the only who had last seen his father as well.

"Death." Midorima said staring at the other.

"Hello there." The other waved his hand with his usual smile plastered in his face. Who would have thought that this young man looking no older than he is, would be the oldest Knights of hell—Death. Midorima came to it and he was already there with their father governing the world. It had been centuries since he lasts aw this man, he remember the first flood that devoured earth, then the Black Death, the sinking of Titanic. He remembers seeing him there. When large number is being talked about Death himself comes to witness it and bring the soul to where it should lead—heaven or hell. "What's with the long face?" the other asked putting both his hands in the pocket of hoodie.

"What are you doing here?" Midorima asked. Usually he sends his Reapers to bring the souls of the deceased to him and to heaven or hell.

"Business of course." Death answered before frowning, "Hey, show some respect to your elder."

Midorima fell in silence, business? Is there a mass death in this place?

"What's wrong baby angel?"

Midorima gave a displeased look at the other who just smiled. "I don't smell death I smell—"

"Famine?" Death said cutting off the other.

"Yes." The other said looking around, the smell was thick, almost close as thick as the scent that climbed to heaven back at the Black Death. He looked around, it was quiet, but at least no one walks and drops dead on the street. He didn't understand what was going on.

"When there is Famine there is Death, we kinda go along." The man said quietly observing the other. "So what is agent 007 doing here disguising himself as human?"

"I am not disguising myself, if there anything to go by, I'd hate to be anything humanly close." Midorima answered. Death chuckled waving his hand in dismissal.

"I forgot, the little God's favourite stole daddy and big bro from the family, yes?"

"Stop it."

Death smirked, "Ah, its nice to see old faces for a change. The feathery asses who never seem to like to socialize."

"With all due respect—"

"None taken."

"—why are you personally attending to these things?"

Death shrugged, "Hmm, let's say too many things to do, too little people we have. And besides can't the boss be a little hands-on?"

"Then there isn't a mass death?"

Death laughed, "You know what, that's your problem, you are too pessimist, like when you see me, you quickly assume everyone here is gonna die right here, right now." He said, "I got one soul to reap for now, incidentally I find you here."

Midorima's eyebrows furrowed, "One soul…here?"

Death turned towards the small house where Takao just entered, "Just one soul." He said smirking.

Midorima's eyes widen, his body shook as the thought sunk to his mind. Looking back at Death the other just skipped around him. "N-No…But…h-he…"

"Hm?" Death just stared at Midorima, "Don't worry, you still have an hour at most, oh, wait since I'm generous, how about two hours?"

Midorima felt his world stop for a moment. Wait, the strange one isn't Death's presence, it was the way he felt when those words left his lips. Why, what was this sudden surge of fright. Was this innate to him as an angel, a steward of humans? But why when he came there he didn't felt anything? What exactly will happen, he doesn't understand why would Death reap him? "Why, what is going to happen to Takao?" he found himself asking, his voice cracked for some reason.

Death stared at him for a moment before bursting into a fit of chuckles, "Takao, Takao, Takao Kazunari, hmm, I don't play what's-gonna-happen-next with angels though." Death said before looking over at the house one last time, "Good luck with that two hours."

"Death you—"

Death frowned, "Come on, didn't we had this before, this is earth call me with my human name, people will give you weird looks when you keep calling me that, it sounds old."

"But you—"

"You saying something?"

Midorima pursed his lips, "Nijimura-san."

"Good boy!"

Midorima turned towards the man when suddenly he found nothing but empty space where the man stood. Clicking his tongue he cursed why he didn't asked him where their father went. But thinking about what he said Midorima found himself feeling the anxiousness filling him up to his head. Two hours, in two hours a soul will be reap, he gotta do something, or else, or else Takao will die…if he dies…if he dies then—what will happen then? Why does he concern himself about this? This isn't his business to begin with, humans are naturally mortal they are bound to die one day, he knows that best, so why? Why is he running towards that house with heart pounding loudly in his chest? Why did he feel this sudden weight in chest?

Without thinking much he found himself blasting through the front door, as if losing all sense of reason his eyes only saw the raven haired doctor. He could hear saying he should be quiet or something like that but his senses were numb. Before he knew it his boyd acted on his own, and he grabbed the raven haired human and collected him in his arms ensuring himself he was still there. His warmth felt strangely familiar, it reminded him of laughter, of soft chuckles, of home, of paradise. He felt safe.

"S-Shin-chan!" the other whined trying to pry the other off. Takao has no idea what on earth came to the angel to suddenly bust into the house and grabbed him and engulfed him in an embrace. Frankly Takao didn't mind being quite touchy feely with the other, BUT THERE IS SOMEONE WATCHING!—Takao mentally exclaimed as he heard the soft chuckles from the corner of the room. "S-Shin-chan s-seriously what's up with you?"

"Tell me you're not hurt, tell me you're alright, tell me you're not in pain, tell me the truth!" Midorima hated it, Takao always hid everything behind that disgusting smile. Why can't he be true for a change?

"I-I'm okay, what are you talking about?" Takao found the other calming down and he was finally able to pry his arms off, Takao stared at the taller male confused, "What's your problem?"

Midorima stared at Takao his eyes told him he was perfectly healthy, he wasn't injure or anything. Midorima felt relieved for some reason only to be surprised by a scent—it was Death's scent, it was coming from somewhere. He looked around and found a quivering figure on lying down. The scent was thick around him. Could it be…Midorima mentally slapped himself, what on earth was he thinking? Death didn't mention any names! Why did he quickly assumed it was Takao?

"He's very ill." Midorima found himself saying out loud. Vey ill wasn't even a proper word to describe the child's state. His heart is barely beating, and his muscles and tissues could barely carry the weight of his bones, he cannot stand, and his stomach and intestines were full of parasites. His lungs can barely support his body's need for oxygen. Malnutrion, a very severe case of it and he has pneumonia as well. Inevitably the child also has congenital asthma. Looking at him made Midorima sure, this was the soul Death will reap in two hours. Thinking about it, two hours is a suffering for this child.

"He'll be okay I prescribe something for his pneumonia and—"

"His lungs won't be able to hold on for too long," Midorima said before turning towards Takao, "his lack of nutrition will—"

SLAP!

Midorima's eyes widen as he felt his cheek burn as Takao slapped him. He could hear the woman gasped at the sight. "And who are you to decided that?" Takao said with eyes narrowed. He was clearly displeased. The woman approached Takao and tried to calm the doctor. Midorima watched as they interact with each other, seems like Takao knew this family well if the way the woman spoke to him was anything to go by. Takao apologised and said he'd just talk to Midorima outside. Takao returned to looking at Midorima and pulled the other out of the house.

Takao continued to drag him out of the slums without a word. Midorima felt the anger radiating from the other as they came to stop. Takao looked exasperated and angry, "You think that was funny?"

"I don't." Midorima answered, "Why bother, he's going to die."

"He won't!" Takao exclaimed, "And who are you to decide if he dies or not? Oh yeah, I forgot, you're an angel, that's what you guys do, right take everything away from us."

"I am only stating the truth why are you being cross at—"

"Truth?" Takao laughed dryly before turning around from Midorima and turning again at him gesturing towards the slum area, "This is the truth! The truth is while you lay on your fluffy clouds being oblivious, we are here suffering! Look at them, look at this, this is the truth, poverty, hunger, sickness, that's the truth. And where was your Father in all of this, huh? Did he even bother to look at them, to see these people suffering, to try and help them? Don't go cocky on me with all your angel bullcrap because I am tired of believing on those shits. I am gonna save this child, I am not like you who would stare at it say 'he's gonna die'!"

Midorima was stunned as Takao spoke, his eyes were breaming with tears ready to fall any moment. There was so much pain in them, it was as if his masked has slipped and this was the real him. For the first time in his stay Midorima saw Takao's first line of defence crumbled before him and there was the true Takao, shaking, angry, pained, ruined. Behind that smile was this damaged heart. Midorima found himself reaching and grabbing his wrist but the other just shoved him away and walked back to the area.

…

Takao Kazunari, was an orphan. He was left on the front door of a some clinic, with nothing but blanket covering the infant's fragile body. Her mother was not ready to have him and his father left her mother after finding out he was conceived. Nobody wanted the infant. Nobody cared to shed a tear for him. The infant is just an innocent life brought to this world, what was his sin to be left like that? Why didn't his mother love him, or his father wanted him? Then the door opened luckily before the small infant froze to death in the cold of the night.

The old man Takao Mikage was a lonely man who was too occupied of taking care of his patients that taking a wife became his least of priorities. He was a lonely man, and he wasn't getting any younger either. The clinic he was running is slowly becoming a challenge for him to maintain due to his age. And in that night he heard someone knock on the door, opening it he found the meekest yet most darling miracle in his life. There on his doorstep was a little infant wrapped in blanket. Someone had left their child to his front door. In fear of the child getting sick Mikage brought it to his humble home and called the police about the incident, but days passed and yet no one claimed the child. Mikage grew fond of the child and soon decided to adopt the infant, and he named him Kazunari. He thought it suited him perfectly as he seem to have sharp eyes similar to a hawk.

The child is a jolly little boy, he grew up with raven black hair and beautiful gray eyes that saw even the smallest detail. Mikage cherished the child, gave him clothes and fed him well, he taught him and send him to school. He gave him life. He loved him like his own, and never asked him to do anything that could harm him. He looked after him and risked closing his clinic for this.

Kazunari could never forget the first time his father brought him to a church, it was cathedral outside Tokyo, there was beautiful stain glasses adorning the windows and the beautiful altar that sparkled looking like they were made of gold.

"Why are we here?" The little raven haired boy asked his father who had aged relatively, whit strands dominated most of his hair. The man smiled and kneeled.

"Pray." He said to his son, "He will hear you."

"Who will?"

"God." He answered smiling.

"What will I say?"

"Just tell him anything, talk to him."

"And what about you Dad, what are you praying to God?"

"That he may send his angels to protect you."

Kazunari believed in anything his father believed, including God, the divine being up in heaven who watches over them, the creator of all, the beginning and the end. Kazunari prayed to him for good grades, prayed to him thanking for a good year. It was until that fateful day. Kazunari returned home from school as usual, he had a perfect score in their biology class and he was ready to tell his Dad about it, he was sure he'd be delighted to know. But what he saw made his heart sunk to his gut. His father lay on the floor barely breathing, Kazunari quickly called help and brought to the hospital. They said it was heart attack and performing operations on the man at that age would be very risky—he needed a miracle.

So he went to church, he knelt there prayed all day for his father to get well. And he would return to the hospital after but still he was asleep. The nurses tried to cheer him up but he didn't know why his father is still asleep. Why won't he wake up?

"Why is my father still asleep?" he asked once a nurse came to check on his father.

"Getting sick is tiring Kazunari-kun," the nurse said trying to sound as composed for the little boy, "Takao-san must be resting."

"Until when?" Takao asked looking up the nurse who was left speechless.

Every single day the poor boy went to church to pray, he prayed that his father would wake up soon, that his father will be well, he prayed that his father will not leave him yet, he prayed that he won't have to be alone. He prayed.

And prayed.

But He didn't seem to listen.

"Where is my Dad?"

The man in the lab coat knelt in one knee and patted the head of the small child, "I'm sorry we tried, we really did. But…there was no saving him. I'm sorry."

He said that he listens, he said that he hears their prayer, he said nothing is impossible to him. Why did he let him down? Why did he let him be on his own? Was that God, is that how God works? He lost the last person who gave a damn about him—in one night. And no one was there to see him, no one said it will be alright, no one ever asked if he was okay, he was left on his own, confused and too young.

…

Ever since then Takao had stopped believing in miracles, he has top relying on Gods, on faith. He worked hard to become someone who could save lives—real time. He didn't need prayers, he was there when someone needed him, and that was what matters. But what hurts him most was the fact that no matter what he is a human. He could not save what was beyond the point of saving. He was just as weak as the rest of humanity. He stood there unable to save the boy, he came back sat there and gave the boy his medicine but he didn't even felt any better. The boy coughed up the medicine and threw up. It pained him looking at him, Midorima was right…he was very ill. Who was he kidding?

The boy started a coughing fit a few hours after the medicine was administered. His lungs were collapsing and his heart was pumping too hard, too hard for his body to carry. Takao almost felt tears streaming down his eyes as he tried to take matters in his hand. He tried to think of a way, but there was none he came with. He was no surgeon, and even if he did advise the child to be taken to the hospital it will be impossible for the mother of the child to actually bring him to a decent hospital. And so he watched the painful scene unfold before him, the child cough up his own blood, and then collapsing, eyes blank and slowly closing. His heart had stopped beating. What good was earth to children like him, what was their sin to be punished like this?

"I…I'm sorry." The words felt heavy rolling in his tongue as he spoke. Takao hated to say those words.

The woman walked and knelt to her son's side, tears streaming down her face as she scooped her son's small hand. She sobbed quietly, her shoulders shaking. "I…I'm sorry son." She whispered kissing his hand. "If only I had been born rich, I could have given you a better life."

Takao clenched his hand to a fist. It was so irritating, every single time death slaps him to the face with the truth that he is just a plain human with no power, nothing. He was mortal, he was just…human. The woman was someone whom he met when he was studying in the university, she was pregnant when he met her, her wife died in an accident at work. During morning Takao saw the woman collecting trash from small establishment despite her condition. In pity Takao waited one day in front of one of the convenience store where she collects the trash and gave her a packed lunch, the woman told him heer story, and since then Takao shared his lunch with the woman. Until she stopped coming there. A few months towards Takao's graduation from Med School he saw her standing there again collecting trash, but this time a small bundle wrapped in blanket was in her arms. It was her son. The child's health isn't good, Takao vowed that he will help her child. Every year whenever she calls, Takao would take a day off from work and come and visit her child. But every year, the child's condition gets worse, even if he prescribe her a medicine she could not provide him that.

Who was he kidding, what was he trying to prove?

…

Midorima was able to get back home by walking, he didn't want to disturb Takao. He didn't know how to answer his question, why do humans suffer? He doesn't know their pain, he had only been here. Or perhaps he was right, it was unfair. They, angels, they lived there in heaven and they fuss about a rebellious older brother and a distant father, when these humans they were crawling in the mud, crying in pain with no one to hold on. How painful lot would be for them when they find out that the God they were looking forwards to had been out for more than 8,000 years? Takao's reaction is understandable, after all...Midorima opened the door from Takao's house, he sighed thinking the other had forgotten to lock the door, it is becoming Takao's bad habit.

Walking into the house Midorima secured the door by locking it, Takao surely has a key to the clinic. Midorima went to the end off the hallway where there was a stair leading to the second floor. It felt he had been living there for a long time, he had gotten used with the smell of the house. Takao had lend him a room so he won't have to use the isolation room downstairs, he said it used to be his room when he was younger. Thinking about it Midorima found himself stopping right at Takao's room. The door was left open, Midorima quietly stepped in the room. It was neat just as he expected him. A tall book shelf was leaning against the wall, a pile of books sat on his desk with a few crumpled papers next to it. Walking towards it Midorima sighed as he found two empty used coffee mugs there.

Midorima was about to take the mugs away when he paused mid way, he found a small picture frame with two familiar faces. Picking up the frame Midorima examined that face, a small boy was on the left a wide grin spread across his face, he was wearing what seems to be a school uniform, and standing next to him was an old man. He didn't even look slightly similar to the other, but they both look happy. Brushing his hand over the photo Midorima felt a sudden surge nostalgia

"Is this heaven?"

"Indeed."

"I…see."

"What is it that bothers you, heaven is a place where you put everything at rest, and wait for your next life."

"I have a request."

"What is it?"

"Do you grant prayers?"

"What is your request?"

"I have left someone on earth, he's a tough kid but…still…a father is always worried about his son, so would you look after him for me?"

Midorima knows this man, usually when a soul gets up in heaven they were given instruction by the angels and weave the path towards the light, when they reach its end they shall be reincarnated again. He was strange, some were confused when they reach heaven, but he was so sure of what he needs to do.

"I have left a child on earth, still too young to be left on his own, though I know I could trust him to take care of himself, still a child is a child."

"Rest your worries on me."

"His name is…"

Takao Kazunari, he was that boy. How playful fate could be, to land here of all places. Midorima wondered if he could really do that, could he take care of this human till the time he have to return? Why did he even agreed in the first place, he sighed putting the frame down. He look around finding a odd looking case in the corner. In curiosity Midorima took it and pried the case open, his eyes met with a guitar, it looks like it was has been dear to its owner. Midorima picked up the instrument, innately angels are creatures who are fond of music. Plucking the familiar strings Midorima made the instrument sung a familiar melody. Kise had always been the first one before who initiates them to play something, one of his favourite was taught to him by a soul who was on his way to the light. He called it the Requiem, Midorima never told anyone, but it was his favourite as well. It calmed him down.

Plucking the string Midorima continued to play the familiar melody.

Someday everything will return to what it was

The one place at the top of the sky

is peacefully waiting for you,

trusting the future after the light in good hands

Midorima was too occupied to realize the new occupant of the room standing there listening to the calm melody. His eyes went wide as the familiar tune echoed in his ears. It has been ages since he alst heard that melody, he felt a tear sliding down his cheek. His mind could still remember the lyrics, a memory of his childhood, a lullaby, as his father sat next to him tucking him to bed he hums a melody. Takao with shaky voice sang the rest of the song as if it was just yesterday.

Through dreams through love through the heart

(You) search for your footprints

Leaving behind the eternal light

on steady wings

Midorima was startle when he heard Takao sang he stopped midway as the other continued and finished the song, he looked up and found the other with tear stained face. He was shaking with tears rolling down his eyes, Midorima was startled thinking the other must be injured or in pain to cry like that he quickly left his spot and approached the other. Midorima halted when Takao tried to look at him menacingly, "W-Where…Where did you learn that?" Midorima could not avoid telling him the truth, it was his eyes, his usual taunting, teasing, cocky personality was nowhere, it was just a small, fragile, hurt Takao.

"In heaven…" Midorima answered, "A man…his name is Mikage, my brothers and I escorted him to the Path of Light, he thought a song to one of us and my brother taught it to us."

"M…Mika…ge?"

Midorima nodded, "Takao…Mikage." Takao's eyes widen as he heard the familiar name.

"Father…My…father?"

"He loves you most, he…you were his reason, his everything, that was what he told us."

Takao could not find the right words to say right then. His father loved him till the very end, to his life after that. Heaven…he must be in complete peace now, he…is he watching over him now? Was he proud of him? Takao raised his head to find a pair of emerald green eyes staring at him, the ice cold stare was no more, it was a pool of green like the green of the meadows in a bright sunny morning , it was just comforting. Takao was startled when the angel cupped his face in his hands and carefully wiping the tears with his thumb, "Mikage will be extremely angry at me, so stop crying, he might think I am causing you pain."

Takao doesn't know what he meant by that but he felt as if he was being engulfed in a very comforting warmth. He didn't know what came to him when he suddenly reached to the other engulfed him in a hug. Midorima stiffed but soon relaxed before putting a hand over the mop of black hair. Midorima felt a smile tugging in his lips, he didn't know that this kind of warmth felt good. Takao's slender arms was grabbing the back of his shirt like it was his life line, the urge to let his wings out was so intense. This feeling only happen when Midorima felt danger, or an extreme feeling, if it wasn't danger then…why was his heart pounding so loud? Takao was only hugging him, so why did he feel so relieved?

"I should have listened to you." He heard Takao murmured against his chest.

"You should." Midorima said trying to compose his racing heart.

"I'm sorry…for…snapping."

"You're forgiven." Midorima said. Takao somehow had tighten his hold on the other gracing his back a little, "Just don't get yourself injured…[1]humans are fragile after all. What will I do to you if you start bleeding ?"

Takao chuckled dryly, "Are you worried?" he asked without looking at the other, he felt Midorima's chest rise, he was about to answer when Takao beat him to it, "No, d-don't answer I…I don't mean anything by that."

What will you do if I said yes?

"You pampered your kids too much or you neglect them, there I just no in between." Nijimura sighed as he crossed his leg over the other before taking a sip in his lemon iced tea. The man sitting across him scratched his head awkwardly.

"Now, now, I didn't mean so." The tall man answered looking at his reflection in the cup of tea before him. "They need to understand how it is to be human. How it is to be not in control. They need to feel more."

"Then you should have made them humans in the first place."

"Past is past, I can't undo that…but I can change their future at least, give them what they had been longing for ever since."

"You think they need companion, for 8, 000 years they had each other so what's the big deal?"

"No, what most of them needs isn't companion—but second chance."

"I'm home!"

Furihata is dead beat tired, after school he decided to take a part-time job. It wasn't as he was falling short in his allowance but there is another stomach to feed. And in case, he needs extra cash. Taking off his shoes, he went directly to the living room and found Akashi sitting there in the middle of the room with an open book by his side and a paper in hand. From the looks of it the scarlet haired angel is making an origami. "Welcome home." The other greeted without even sparing a look at him. Furihata had been used to this, the angel was rather inexpressive unless it was about something new like a book or something to do. It has been a day since this angel had docked to his humble home and decided to stay, he told him it was alright that he would stay, and the angel took the offer. Furihata lend him his clothes but they were a bit too small for him, the oversized shirts were the only thing that came looking decent—but no that's still not in his size. He doesn't eat meat and likes vegetables, he said he didn't need to but when he feels like it he eats. He stay practically all day at home reading or trying something out—this time origami. He isn't a trouble and he could hide his wings which was perfect, it lessens his jumpscare moments. Placing the duffle bag down Furihata peaked from what Akashi was doing, the other had his eyebrows in a knot as he struggled to fold the paper neatly.

Furihata could not help but chuckle making the other turn to him with a frown. "You have to be more gentle." Furihata said trying to fight the other's glare with a smile. He took a seat on the floor as he took a paper and started folding a small crane from it. Akashi watched intently shifting his gaze from his version of paper crane and Furihata's version.

"Its crooked." Akashi said as he placed his paper crane down and taking a new sheet and folding himself a new one. Furihata was amazed how fast Akashi could repeat the same process with more grace than he did.

"Wow, you did it even better just with one look." Furihata said in amazement.

"Why do you have to work?" Akashi suddenly asked making Furihata turn to the other whose eyes are still on the paper crane.

"I…Well, there's more than one stomach to feed."

"But I don't need to eat."

"But you need clothes as well."

Akashi stopped and looked at Furihata with his heterochromatic eyes. "You should just evict me then, it lessens the burden."

Furihata shook his head, "Akashi-kun isn't a burden."

"But I am a freeloader, am I not?" Akashi said straight forward, "I am a stranger who suddenly appeared on your backyard with no concrete identification, only my words you have to believe, isn't that suspicious? Aren't you even scared that I might stab you in your sleep?"

Furihata wondered too, why was he so lenient on other people. Why does he trust others so much? Maybe it was his personality? "I'm not really smart in the head so…I don't know the answers to your question. And besides, if you were going to stab me in my sleep why wait, why didn't you do it yesterday or this morning? Akashi-kun might be a suspicious person, but he isn't a bad person."

You don't know what you're talking about

Akashi wondered that if this human found out that he was the feared omen of mankind would he change the way he treats him. Could he still smile that bright at him and say its alright for him to stay? He really isn't smart in the head, is he? Most people would bring a naked man to the police station no questions asked, or beat a trespasser to death. But he was different, he was just too kind and sometimes it was scary. It reminded him of their youngest brother but he was more than like him, he was so unpredictable. Akashi could see how the other shakes when he speak, but despite that he smiles at him and spoke to him like he was a friend. Friend, what a silly thing—Akashi thought. Furihata stood and said he would just change in his clothes and he would cook dinner.

Looking down on the floor, Akashi picked up Furihata's paper crane. It's crooked at some folds but it was nonetheless still a crane. He wondered why his brothers still hasn't found him, or why he could not feel them either. Akashi looked at outside the window in the room, what exactly is in his Father's mind?

"Is something wrong Akashi-kun?"

Akashi turned and saw Furihata wearing a simple red shirt and a cargo shorts, and a smile. For some reason Akashi could not help but not to worry the other. Akashi shook his head, "I was only thinking about home." He said quietly before collecting the paper cranes and putting them in the shelf with the books. He turned and watched as Furihata smiling as he opened the fridge getting a few ingredients for dinner. He doesn't understand why won't he ask anything, he stops when he answer in a close ended sentence he hums and smiles as if he understand that he doesn't need to pry. Just like that person.

He hates those kind of humans most—

They die first.

"Shin-chan would you like to have some dinner?"

Takao knocked on Midorima's room when the other didn't answer he slid the door open—

THUD!

Takao's eyes widen as he found Midorima on his knees there was blood in his hands that was covering the lower half of his face. Midorima turned to look up at Takao when suddenly the other collapsed on the floor.

"Shin-chan!"

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A/N: [1]Humans are fragile after all

It's the same line in the manga Kuroshitsuji that Sebastian said to Ciel on his first day as demon butler, Sebastian Michaelis' voice actor is the same as Midorima's voice actor(actually he's also the same voice actor as Shizuo Heiwajima in the anime Durarara).