Vee: Hey you guys, hope you're liking the fanfic. I'm probably not going to introduce the main conflict for a while here, so be patient with me please. I'm going to get them to school in a chapter or two, but first I have to do some laying out stuff. Again, I'm trying to keep my characters in character, so warn me if I don't. Also, is Yaya too enthusiastic?

Yaya: NEVERR! But I want my duckies!

Dei: Of course you do.

Vee: Maybe...

Rya: O_o (Oc powersssss :P)

Mem
"Dei?"she said in surprise.
Both angels looked up sharply at the sound of her voice, and while the woman seemed unable to look away from her wings afterwards, the man quickly looked down.
"You aren't our teammate, she's supposed to be the demonic angel*, you know, black wing white wing? So whoever you are, leave us alone before she gets here, we have work to do," she said lazily, going back to filing her already pristine nails.
"This is Mem, you idiot," he sighed, "Hello, Mem. It's nice to see you."
"That's a great way to greet your fiancé," Mem teased.
Choking, the other full angel stuttered, "Your fiancé? You said you hadn't ever met her!"
Looking hurt, Mem said quietly,"It's arranged. Neither of us was involved in it."
Pretending he hadn't noticed her hurt, Deidara began introductions, "Rya, this is Mem. Mem, this is Ryazaki. Now that that's over, we each have separate assignments. Rya, you need to get in with the vampire crowd at DrakesHold, while I will integrate myself into the werewolves.
The turf war has gotten newly restored, some vamps found one of the newer turned ones nailed to a cross on a church, and left there to die in the sun. We can only thank God that he didn't die. He's still in a really bad condition, however, and there's no guarantee he'll recover. Later, three young weres were taken and found later, tied up with silver chains. They were badly burnt, but again they survived, all still in critical condition. The only similarities have been that both sides have claimed the other did it, no one took credit, and the lack of evidence has led to a cold case. I'll give you the debrief file later, Ryazaki. Mem, as the only one who can blend in with them, your job is to blend in with the demons. As you were told, there is an almost unprecedentedly large amount of them in the region, and a worrisome amount of them are greater demons. Again, the debrief file will have more info."
"Yes, Captain." they both said, Mem attentive, Rya bored.
"We are not to contact each other within school. Do not say anything that would put you in direct danger, and watch your backs. Upper command says this whole thing seems off," he warned.
Both of his teammates came forward and took the files.
"Also, it's our job to keep the demon population down. So every Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday you'll need to be out from 22:00 sharp to 2:00. Maybe more if we have a major problem. So get rest when you can. And wear your masks at all times, but not your guardsman's outfits, they're too conspicuous," he ordered.
"Yes, sir," both of them said in unison again.
It's a good thing that we don't need much sleep, Mem reflected. Only four hours to be alert the whole day, if we sleep extra at other times.
They only discussed a little bit more of the detail of the situation before leaving for their respective homes.
Mem flew over the huge city she was now in charge of protecting, and reflected on the unfortunate contract that had paired Dei and her together. She had met him only three times before, all in very formal, organized, boring environments. She was actually surprised that they had been paired together. She was, however, the best choice for this job. Demons can sense angelic magic, just like angels could sense demonic magic, but neither could sense her magic, each of her halves balancing each other. This probably meant her father had been a very high level greater demon, since her mother had been an archangel before she fell.
Flapping slowly to an unsteady hover, she checked her balcony door before realizing she had left it locked. Cursing herself, she flew around to the front and unlocked the front door before padding gently up to her door. Yaya was fast asleep and breathing evenly, while Maya was still turning in bed, trying to find a comfortable position. The nice thing about a demon father was the heightened senses. Her nose was as keen as any wolf's, her eyes sharper than an eagle's, etc. She could even tell that while Maya had gone to bed recently, Yaya had been in bed for over four hours. She also sensed some strange magical traces coming from her room, but figured that it was up to Yaya to decide what she allowed into her room, magic wise.
Quietly, she opened her door before flopping down on her bed and falling fast asleep in minutes, still fully dressed.
Some hours later, she was woken by the sound of someone walking on her floor. Tensing and quietly grabbing another knife, she waited for them to get closer before attacking. The footsteps padded quietly along her floor, stopping by her bed. The sudden realignment of the balance of the mattress told her that whoever it was had sat down. She tensed, ready to respond quickly, when they suddenly whispered her name, "Mem."

Shocked into sitting up, she screeched, "Arren, what the hell are you doing in my room? And how do you know where I live?"
Waving his hand at her and opening his eyes wide, he said, "SHH! Do you want your roommates to catch us?"

I mean really? Was that entirely necessary?" she demanded, in complete shock.
"They started it!" he defended himself.
"What are you, a kinder gardener? Because that's the last time I heard someone say that. Why the hell are you in my room again?" she asked, thoroughly exasperated.
"To thank you?" he said questioningly.
Sighing and flopping back down on her bed, she just looked at him, her eyes speaking her disbelief.
"Okay, okay. You caught me," he sighed, "I was wondering if you'd be available on Saturday next week at about 6 o'clock. Sasori was invited to a ball, so he has to go, but he'll definitely be in danger."
Blinking and thinking quickly, she asked, "So basically you need a bodyguard partner?"
Smirking strangely to himself, he said, "Something like that, yeah. So how about it?"
Mem pondered the gain and
possible coincidences of saying yes. She would get in trouble if anyone found out, and she would be in for a serious drilling by Dei and Ryazaki if she was late, but, " Sure thing. I'm plenty willing to help out if that's all you want."
Grinning and standing up abruptly, Arren held out his hand to Mem, "So then shake on it."
Taking his hand and knowing she couldn't go back on her promise now, she sealed the bargain. Looking up questioningly at Arren, she asked, "So what exactly will I be doing?"
Laughing and grinning broadly, he said, "But dancing of course. Get a very nice dress, if you plan on being Sasori's date."
As her mouth fell open once more, he saluted to her and lept out the window onto the balcony and out into the night.
"WHAT?" she skreeched, long after he was already gone.
Shaking her head and climbing back into her bed, she reflected that, really, you couldn't expect much else from a demon.

Waking up, the first thing Mem heard was a crash downstairs and lots of yelling. Stumbling down the stairs with a dagger and bleary, sleep fuddled eyes, she saw Yaya had caused the crash by dropping a huge metal bowl, and that Maya was the one the (loud) yelling was coming from.
"Someone snuck into the house last night! I saw them! They knocked me out and just kept going! What the hell happened to your guards, weren't they supposed to be there? What the hell is going on, Yaya? I thought you dealt with the problem-"
Here Mem cut her off, saying, "Her guards were knocked out, probably. Don't worry about it, I... took care of it."
Still angry, Maya turned to her and looked ready to yell again, but was again cut off by another voice. "What's up with the yelling so early in the morning, I was going to sleep in. I did just get back from my vacation, you know," the new arrival grouched.
Spinning so fast she almost lost her balance,
Mem
caught sight off a beautiful woman coming out of one of the many doors of the house. She was Indian*, with dark almost black hair, and deep brown colored skin. She was a little taller than Mem, putting her at around 5'11, with a delicately beautiful face and full lips and a curvy figure showing through a what appeared to be a sheer gold sari.
Ogling the woman's strange attire, Mem heard Yaya shriek, "Syrie!" and launch herself at the woman.
Syrie hugged Yaya back before turning to Mem with a serious but strange expression on her face. It was one Mem was used to, a face expressing mingled disgust and an ingrained politeness. This woman had to know her secret. Beautiful she might be, but this woman was an angel, and possibly a threat to the mission.
Thinking quickly, Mem said, "So nice to finally meet you! Can I talk to you in private please?"
Still glaring daggers at Mem, Syrie turned and gestured for her to follow. "In my room then."

Following and feeling the familiar hate making the air seem to thicken, Mem wished she hadn't taken the mission at all. She'd expected to run into another angel sooner rather than later, but she had almost gotten used to not having to deal with hate coming from all sides. It had been a lot worse in her home city, but even in the AA, she'd dealt with this attitude all the time. Everyone blamed her for the mistake of her birth, she thought bitterly, wishing she could just knock a few holes in the wall. Hands curling into fists, she entered Syrie's room, barely noticing the neat and orderly setup.
Syrie turned to her and coldly asked, "Well, demon? What could you possibly want from me?"
Grinding her teeth, Mem spat, "I am not a demon, as you well know. I am here on a mission from AA command. Informing anyone of my parentage will be considered obstruction of justice and shall be dealt with accordingly."
"'Dealt with
accordingly'," she mimicked, sneering, "You sound like a little child dressing up in daddy's clothes. Oh wait, you wouldn't know about that, now would you? How much do you want to bet daddy doesn't even wear clothes? Can't really borrow his pelt, now can you?"
Anger giving everything a red tint, Mem whipped around and flung the door open, tearing it off it's hinges and flinging it back into the room, knocking a hole in the wall. Growling low in her throat, she stalked past Maya and Yaya, who were frozen in shock, staring at her. She flung the front door open as well, and sprinted down the sidewalk at full speed. She ran past buildings and streets, not stopping until she had run about two miles and was breathing hard. Wiping tears of fury out of her eyes, she slumped down on the sidewalk of an empty street, leaned up against a brick wall, and cradled her head in her hands. That had been so stupid. Why, why did she have to knock a hole in the wall?
There would be no way to avoid questions now. Not only had she caused a ton of trouble and probably just proved to everyone what a freak she was, but because she would now have to move out and possibly pay Yaya and Maya to keep silent about what they had seen. Yes, she had royally screwed up that entire thing. Dropping her hands and leaning her head back to stare at the sky, she tried hard to think about nothing, but especially her newest screwup.

Walking around town later and avoiding the house, she caught a glimpse of Yaya. Freaking out, she ducked behind a mannequin outside of a nearby shop. Yaya went into a large clothing store, which wasn't unusual, but she was followed in by a bulky man in casual clothing. Squinting, Mem could just make out a Bluetooth in his ear.
Immediately suspicious, she snuck into the clothing store as well. Scanning the aisles, she spotted Yaya fishing through a rack of designer jeans, and ducked into the
aisle across from hers. Hiding behind racks of clothing, she listened hard. Yaya was muttering no, no, no again to herself, and the suspicious man was closing in fast. As he passed by, he said under his breath, "The perimeter is secured, Princess. Your bodyguards will remain stationed nearby."
Mem couldn't tell if Yaya responded to this statement, but the man kept moving along the aisle. Calming down, she realized these man must be the guards she'd heard about this morning. Straightening and making her way over to the door, Mem just barely caught a wiff of demon before something black and scaley rammed into her hard. Grabbing a dagger in one hand, she used the other to slam the demon into the wall on the left. She took only a moment to kill it and then whipped around.
Viper demons. And whoever had done this had a hell of a lot of cash at their disposal, because there seemed to be no end to the damned things. Viper demons were expensive because they were almost classified as greater demons. They had a hominid form and were (barely) intelligent, but they weren't considered powerful enough to make the jump to greater demon class. They were also ugly as sin, with human bodies covered in oily black scales harder then steel with weirdly elongated, serpentine necks supporting triangular snake-like heads with huge fangs. Very, very poisonous huge fangs.
As she'd been trained, she tried to figure out where her efforts would do the most good before jumping in. Yaya's guards were surrounded by anywhere from eight to ten demons each, and althought they were putting up a fight, they were to distracted by trying to get to Yaya to really fight effectively. Yaya herself was surrounded by the largest group of demons, with at least 15 Vipers swarming around her sun shield.
Mem was impressed by this display, even as she charged at the demons attacking her friend. Sun shields were a pain because they took so much energy to keep going. She took out two demons before they even noticed she was there, snapping their necks with well aimed kicks. Another recieved a dagger to the face as it turned. The rest, now on edge, flew at her as one. Sending five daggers flying at once, Mem charged straight at another demon, knocking it into the one behind it. Both went over in a flurry of legs and arms, and Mem drove another dagger into the side of a third, effectively putting it out of commission. The demons who died fell to dust, returning to hell where they would eventually regenergate, but for now they were out of the picture.
Only the brighter of the demons were now left, six total. Two had Yaya prisoner, and the other four were standing in front of them, and plenty ready to fight. All four tried to move to attack her as one again, but Mem got there first. She drove a dagger hard into the eye of the Viper demon nearest, and threw another dagger straight into the neck of another. The last two advanced together, slit eyes vengeful before their heads fell to the ground with a single slash of her last remaining dagger.
Turning her head to glare at the two who held Yaya, she said, "Leave, and I'll forget this ever happened. If you insist on staying, you can join your buddies on the floor."
Both Viper demons released Yaya, who fell to the floor with a muffled thump. They then edged away from Mem and fled out the door. They knew when they were beaten, even if they outnumbered their prey.
After making sure Yaya was alright, Mem launched herself back into battle. With her help, the guards defeated the demons they had previously been losing to.
The apparent leader, Tobias, said after, "Thank you. Without your help, the Heir might have been taken. We are forever in your debt."
"I was only helping my friend, you don't owe me anything for that. Besides that, this is my job. I'm a proud member of the Angelic Army. We 'serve all paranormals, always,'" Mem declared proudly.
"We still thank you," they guardsman said.
At this point Yaya blinked her eyes open, confused. "Tobias? Why are you revealing yourself now? And... Mem? When on earth...?"
Another of the guards who had been holding her put her down. She winced and held a hand to the side of her head, which was probably killing her right about now.
Mem grinned and said, "Yeah, knocks to the head suck. At least you seem to be functioning okay. Store's a wreck though, and I think the sales clerk ran off. Or maybe she was eaten, that's always a possibility."
Yaya, looking more confused than ever, glanced around the store. "What... Oh! The demons! They're gone? We're safe? What happened?"
Tobias listed, "Yes, as we ever are, and we were saved by your friend here."
"Who now respectfully suggests that we all leave before the cops show up to break up our little party," Mem said, "Let them clean up the mess."
Nodding, the guards moved into formation, with Yaya, still confused, at the center. Mem went out first, jumping from trash cans to fence to rooftop before darting away. Yaya and her entourage went along a little used alleyway, headed towards home and relative safety.