It was dark. Blinking my eyes, I reached out to grab something, anything. But there was nothing. There was warm, but chilling breathing down my neck, that sent shivers down my spine. Spinning, around, a sinister chuckle could be heard, echoing off of the invisible walls, or down a long, and never ending cave.

"Oh aren't you just adorable~ I can see why He has his eyes set for you~ Too bad he won't live long enough to see us get together~" a voice cooed. Huh? He? Joshua? And what does he mean by us 'getting together'?

"You seem a bit confused. Let me turn on the lights for you," the same voice said. There was a clap before the entire room I was in was surrounded by a complete, white space, which blinded my eyes temporarily. Rubbing them, I got adjusted to my environment. There was nothing for as far as the eye could see, except for that white light.

"W-Who are you," I asked, cursing at my stutter. The figure in front of me smirked. He had slick white hair that was neatly combed and crystal blue eyes that seemed to pierce my soul.

He even had on black dress pants that seemed slightly too large and a white dress shirt that had a formal black coat over it, unbuttoned. He carried a casual look and I nearly gasped seeing the white, angelic wings behind his body. Though, the tips of each feather seemed to have been tipped in a black ink. That could only mean one thing.

"You're the new Angel of Death," I said certainly. That meant he also had the power to force himself into other people's dreams and minds. He only smirked, but it was different than Joshua. Joshua was all teasing, while this man seemed to smirk as if setting his eyes on a new toy he was debating to break or not. Like I was the prey he was merely waiting for the chance to catch.

"Took you long enough Sweetheart~" he continued, giving me a pet name. I was about to tell him off before he appeared right in front of me, holding my chin in one hand as the other slithered around my waist, pulling me close to his body. I gasped, and tried to pull away, but his grip was iron. "That's rude you know. Pulling away from your soon-to-be husband. Let me introduce myself properly. I am Nikolai, the new Angel of Death, as you already know, and," he leaned in close to my ear, "I will be the next Composer of Shibuya real soon so I can have you to myself~ Of course, the Producer will go next~"

Without control of my actions I dug the heel of my shoe into his foot, making him cry out and loosen his grip on me. Yanking away, I glared at him with all the hatred I could muster. The wings that appeared on my back flapped to keep me from falling from when I flung away from him. They closed behind me and I couldn't help but miss the familiarity of them, from when I had them hidden in the RG.

"You stay the hell away from them!" I snapped, clenching my fists at my side.

"Ohoho. So they are important to you, hm," he asked, stroking his chin as if pondering something.

"You shouldn't have to ask that."

"But, you will be mine. Don't you forget that. That Composer will stay away if he knows what's good for him. I'll be coming to pick you up soon," he cooed in my ear, suddenly appearing in me again. I flung my fist around and squared him in the face, sending him to the floor. He spit out some blood. "My my, someone's playing hard to get. Well, since you've pissed me off, I think you deserve a punishment." He snapped his fingers.

I let out a blood curdling scream as it felt like needles were puncturing my skin at all sides. A searing pain appeared in my head as I grabbed my head with both of my hands to stop it. Falling to the floor, my wings flapped helplessly behind my body which crashed against the floor. Looking at my hands, I saw a red substance that I could only say was blood. Looking ahead, I was no longer in that white room, but the Room of Reckoning. Ahead was a throne, where the Composer 'ruled' over Shibuya as its supervisor. Although, that wasn't the only thing in the room. Chains seemed to circle the throne as a familiar body was lying in front of it, sprawled out. I gasped and ran over, kneeling down as I held his head in my lap.

"No no no no no no no no NO!" I said, gripping his body. "I wouldn't have killed him. I know I couldn't have," I whispered. Only one word came out of the his mouth.

"Why?"

"It wasn't me!" Tears were flowing down like a river.

"But Sweetheart~" Nikolai's voice rang out behind me. "This was all your fault~"

.....

Someone was shaking my shoulders violently and I opened my (e/c) eyes to see black ones.

"Hey! Thank God you finally woke up. What was happening to get you this shaken up?" I didn't even realize I was crying until he ran his thumb under my eyes. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and held back from sobbing into his shoulder. Mr. Hanekoma put his arms around me in a comforting way as he rubbed my back. "Was it a nightmare?" I nodded and subconsciously wrapped my white, angel wings around both of us. Though, it was mainly to comfort myself, more than anything.

"I woke up to you in the UG. In your sleep, you adjusted your frequency to become visible on it, forcing your wings to appear. Fortunately, I was able to bring you back to the RG, but only you can make your wings disappear," Mr. Hanekoma said, resting his head on mine, since he was much taller than me. Sniffling I opened my mouth to speak.

"Do you know the new Angel of Death?" He stiffened at the name but I could feel him nod.

"Yep, Josh and I knew him back in the day until he was erased, never to be seen again, or so we thought."

"He appeared in my dream, and... and," I couldn't help this weird feeling in my stomach, like something bad was bound to happen soon, "I think he wants to kill Joshua and everyone close to me. He told me that he was going to be the next Composer of Shibuya, and that he was coming to collect me soon," I shivered, pulling away from Mr. Hanekoma's warm embrace. His hands were on my shoulders and he looked me dead in the eye.

"(Y/n), I don't want you going anywhere by yourself. It's dangerous and he could get you."

I smiled as him caring for me. "But you know that I have to report to the Higher Plane soon, and you can't come with me."

Which would be the perfect time for him to get me...

"I know, and they're iffy with me right now anyway, but I'll try my best. I made a promise to your parents to keep you safe." Right after he said that, he had a look that he wasn't supposed to tell me that.

"You knew my parents?" I asked. He merely nodded, "We were good friends back in the day."

"How did they die?

"Are you sure that's a subject you want to get into?"

"Yes! I have a right to know. You've avoided this subject for the longest time. Please," I said, looking off to the side, unsure of what my answer truly was.

"Alright, fine. They were killed... By Nikolai." My blood ran cold as realization struck me like a cord.

"Then..."

"Uh huh. He's interested in you because he never got your mother. Driven by his hatred he killed them both, and Josh happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. And Joshua, mad at Nikolai for making you lose your parents, erased him, or at least, he though he did. You were with me at the time, so you wouldn't know about it."

"..."

"Anyways, I'll come and bring you up a cup of (f/d) to get your mind off things. I know it's a lot to take in. Joshua probably sensed the sudden frequency change and is most likely on his way to give you a heads up." Mr. Hanekoma slid off the side of the bed he was sitting on, and disappeared out of the room. I looked down at my lap, squeezing my hands together.

Mr. Hanekoma knew about my parents this whole time. About why I never saw them again, and Joshua knows about it too, and witnessed it. Just how much more is being kept from me?! Not that I can blame them. They both knew my parents, but never directly told me about them. It was probably a difficult memory to bring up. I wasn't even sure that I could bring up a memory of someone close to me dying without tearing up. I held my knees to my chest as I heard some footsteps approach my room. My (f/c) walls could use a new coat of paint. Appearing in the doorway was Mr. Hanekoma who had my favorite drink and Joshua, who approached me quickly. Blink and you'd miss him. He was by my side and a part of me hated how much they were coddling me. Treating me like a kid. Mr. Hanekoma set the drink down on my nightstand and left us alone.

"So, I take it your night wasn't too good?" Joshua said. I crossed my arms, semi forgetting about the thoughts and glared at him as best as I could. But the thought of him trying to avenge my parents kept coming up.

"Of course it didn't! I was visited by the man that killed my parents!" I said. Joshua seemed taken aback for a second but quickly regained his posture.

"Who told you that?"

"Mr. Hanekoma. Besides, Nikolai would've just told me at some point anyway," I said, then softened my eyes, looking at Joshua. "You never told me that you basically avenged my parents..."

"It never came up. Not exactly a conversation to have out of the blue. But, I kind of want to know more about this dream of yours," Joshua said, plopping down next to me on the bed. I thought about the end of the dream.

'Chains seemed to circle the throne as a familiar body was lying in front of it, sprawled out.'

Joshua must've caught onto something, because he took this chance to scoot in closer to me, and placed a hand on my shoulder. Not that he would've minded, being close to me like this. He was probably enjoying every second of it, knowing his personality.

"Alright... I'll tell you..." I began to tell him everything I told Mr. Hanekoma when I woke up. About Nikolai, to him wanting to kill Joshua and Mr. Hanekoma, and wanting me. However, I left out the part at the end.

"That doesn't seem bad enough to wake up with a new frequency. You're not telling me something," Joshua said. I turned my head and bit my lip. I should've known that Joshua was too observant not to notice something.

"W-Well, at the end, he... put me through some kind of illusion or something. I was in the Room of Reckoning, and-and...," I paused, seeing that Joshua was listening intently. "... your blood was on my hands." I whispered that last part and Joshua seemed to understand what I meant anyway, pulling me into a hug from the side. It was awkward but worked anyway for me to lean on him and rest my head on his shoulder. His lanky arms pulled me close to him and I forgot my frequency was still high, until the edge of my feathered wing came into view. It had wrapped around Joshua and myself, wrapping us in a cocoon of some kind. Joshua smirked.

"My. Someone's certainly close huh? May I?" Joshua gestured to the wing, and I froze for a minute, before absentmindedly nodding. He reached his hand out and gently ran his hand over the white feathers. My body froze and it was like I was lightly purring in a sense. Joshua giggled, noticing this and laid down with me. I blushed, and realized my back was to his chest as his arms were wrapped around my waist.

"Just get some sleep. I've already promised I wouldn't do anything, so don't have that look on your face. Unless you really want to~ Besides, we did this all the time as kids, so what's the difference now?" Joshua said.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that you're pretty much a hormonal teenager. You're also a boy, and I'm a girl. Plus, who knows what kind of thoughts are racing through your head right now. As far as I'm concerned you could just be trying to get me to sleep so you can raid my room or something."

"Dearie~ I could do that whether you're sleeping or not. Are you saying that you want me to? Because I will."

"I know perfectly well what you would do! That (I hope) isn't on your list of things to do right now." I immediately regretted saying anything, hearing his response.

"You're right. It isn't. You are~" My face was now a scarlet red and I focused on changing my frequency, to match that of the RG. As my wings slowly disappeared, I turned my head towards Joshua.

"... Thanks. For being here, and for doing what you did back then."

"Of course~ Anything for you my dear. Now, sleep. I'll be right here in case something happens."

There was nothing I could do in this situation and knowing Joshua, he'd be too stubborn to leave. Leaning against him, I relaxed, feeling more safe in his arms than I ever had. It wasn't my place to even question his abilities anyway. And he was right earlier. When we were kids, we were always teased, for being friends. No one thinks that a boy and a girl can be friends, and bullies made fun of us for it, but mainly made fun of Joshua was being girly. But instead of being bothered by it, he took the nickname with pride and would probably love to be called 'pretty boy' again. I couldn't help but be drawn to him, for being strong like that. Something I never thought I could do.

He was usually the one who had my back when anything happened.

Smiling to myself, I slowly drifted off to sleep, being welcome with a dreamless sleep.