(A/N: Okay! It has been quite a while since the last update.... So here is an Easter update! I will try to not let it happen again! Also, 1000 VIEWS. THAT  IS AMAZING. THANK YOU.)

"Mitch? You look like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed..." Adam said with a raised eyebrow as Mitch walked into the kitchen. In fact, all seven members of the team were in the kitchen, and Mitch had just walked in, the six others giving him skeptical looks.

Mitch just ignored Adam and poured himself a bowl of cereal. Adam was right about Mitch looking like a hot mess, with his hoodie on, hair messy, and a sleepy look in his eyes. Mitch just explained to them that he had very little sleep last night, which was true, but only Mitch knew that there was more to that story. He had been so distracted by flying around the night before, that he was extremely exhausted by the time he went back inside, only managing to get an hour or two of sleep before (as an act of revenge) Ty banged on his door, waking him up immediately (he accidentally whacked himself with his wings too).

Mitch hastily ate the rest of his breakfast and went back upstairs, hoping to catch some more sleep. He shut the door to his room and took off his hoodie as well, his wings opening behind him. He was about to plop down on his bed when he saw the shredded shirt he was wearing in the mirror again. I have to something about that. Can't shred all of my shirts... Mitch thought, before he remembered how tired he was. I think it can wait until I get some more sleep though.

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Mitch opened his eyes to find himself in an empty white space. With wide eyes, he stood up, and looked around. This place seems familiar... he thought to himself.

"Oh? Back again are you?"

Mitch froze as he heard the voice from behind him. He whipped around to see a girl in winter clothing standing there, with a peaceful look on her face. Mitch sighed in relief, realizing where he was. "Hey Weiss. I promise, I didn't throw myself in front of a car again!" Mitch said with a laugh, his voice not echoing like the last time.

Weiss laughed as well, and threw herself in Mitch's arms, making him flinch. "W-what are you doing?"

"I'm feeling your wings dummy!" She said with a playful, possibly mischievous, tone of voice.

"What??!?!" Mitch felt his heart skip a beat as he pushed Weiss away, closing his wings quickly. He looked over his shoulder to see that his hoodie was missing, and that his wings were exposed. "Uh, yeah, meant to ask, was this that catch you were talking about?"

Weiss nodded her head. "That would be a yes! I asked some ghosts about it, and, apparently, wings are the usual side effect to, you know, coming back to life and stuff. But I did find out some stuff I thought you might want to know!"

Mitch raised an eyebrow. "Like...?"

"Well... First off, you were not completely brought back to life..."

"What?!?!"

"Calm down! You aren't technically dead either! From what I know, you are living being in the world of the living, but you still have a foot in the afterlife. That's why you can still visit this place when you are asleep. Does that make sense?"

"Um... I guess. So you're saying that I'm a living ghost? With wings?"

Weiss was laughing at this point, but Mitch still couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling over him. "Well," Weiss began, "I think the technical word for it is...

"Angel."

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Mitch snapped awake, feeling his wings shoot open from behind him. Someone was banging on his door, very loudly. Mitch shook his head, trying to register what Weiss had said in his dream. An angel... I can't catch a break can I...?

Mitch flinched as someone banged on the door again. Mitch quickly slipped his hoodie on and unlocked his door, yanking it open. It was Adam and Jason, and Adam had jumped back into Jason, surprised by Mitch swinging the door open. "Jason! I'm startled!"

Jason pushed Adam away, shifting his attention back to Mitch. "Hey Mitch, we need a fourth person to film Hide and Seek with. You in?"

Mitch nodded his head, "Yeah, I'll go get my computer set up. Five minutes?"

"Five minutes!"

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Mitch held his breath as he stared at his computer screen, his wings stiff behind him. They were about three minutes into their third game of Hide and Seek, and only Mitch and Ian were left as hiders, Jason and Adam being seekers. Adam had just wandered into the room Mitch was hiding (as a bookshelf) in.

"You're being awfully quiet..." Adam said, turning to Mitch's block. "MITCHELL!" Adam yelled in his microphone, finishing Mitch off in only a few sword swings.

"DARNIT!!!" Mitch shouted angrily, banging his fists on the table. Adam and Jason laughed as Mitch fumed, but Ian spoke over them.

"Hey Mitch? What's that sound on your end?"

That's when Mitch was aware of his wings flapping furiously behind him, and he quickly snapped them shut, wincing at the loud 'whoosh' that echoed afterward. Mitch wracked his mind for an excuse, remembering the one he had used the day before. "U-uh, It's just my mic! It's been acting...buggy lately, that's all."

"Really? Hmm. I'll look at it after we're done, okay?" Jason said, sounding a bit skeptical.

"Uh, sure!" Mitch replied quickly. Adam had completely disregarded them, busy with the game, and Ian put it off, but Mitch couldn't help but think that Ian didn't believe him.

For the rest of the recording Mitch had been careful to make as little sound with his wings as possible, and when they were done, Mitch had quickly hid his wings before Jason had come in to check his microphone.

Mitch, editing his video, sort of felt bad as Jason messed around with his microphone, since he knew that nothing was really wrong with it. After a while, Jason gave up, telling Mitch that nothing seemed to be wrong with it, Mitch lying and swearing that it was his microphone. Jason eventually left Mitch alone, the Benja sighing in relief as his door shut.

I can't keep doing this... he thought to himself. I have to tell them sometime.

Then he again thought of their possible negative reactions to his wings and he shuddered. But I don't even know where I would begin. Me dying? My wings? Me being an... angel?

Mitch quickly shoved the thought out of his head and turned to his monitor. Not now. It can wait. I can hold this out.

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Mitch peered out of his bedroom and into the dark hallway. Mitch had found himself unable to sleep again. It was about one in the morning, so he decided to fly outside for a while, since everybody would likely be sleeping. Besides, he thought of something new that he wanted to try. He silently crept through the hallway with his wings shut behind him, listening for any activity in the others' rooms. He walked down the stairs and toward the kitchen, heading for the back door.

"Mitch? Is that you?"

Mitch completely froze as he heard the sleepy voice in front of him. It was Adam, who was holding a mug in his hand, his eyes half open and his glasses absent from his face.

"Y-yeah, I'm just heading outside for a bit of fresh air. I can't sleep." Mitch stuttered. Adam doesn't have his glasses on... that means he's as blind as a bat now. Mitch thought to himself.

Adam nodded his head. "Yeah, same. Thought some hot chocolate might help me sleep." He said as he headed upstairs. "Well, night Mitch."

"Night."

Mitch sighed in relief as he walked outside. Mitch stared out into the clear night sky, a smile on his face. "Man, lucky his didn't have his glasses on. He might've seen my..." Mitch mumbled to himself. He shook his head and stretched his wings out behind him.

Mitch waited until he felt a breeze before entering the air, with his white wings flapping evenly as he soared through the air, but something was different. Mitch grinned, looking behind him. "Well those work then!" Mitch had cut two large slits into the back of his v-neck, which allowed him to easily slip his wings into them without tearing any more of his shirts.

Mitch flew through the breeze, practicing different flips and twists, careful not to stray too far from the house. Once again, Mitch let go of his worries as he flew through the air.

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Mitch landed on the grass with a 'whoosh' as his wings shut behind him. He looked out into the sky one more time, before beginning to walk toward the door inside. I really am getting better at this... gotta do this again tomorrow... night?

Mitch's thoughts were interrupted by something above him catching his eye. In one of the windows upstairs, Mitch swore that he saw the blind close.

Was someone watching me?!?!? Mitch thought frantically. Did they see...? No, Mitch, calm down. Probably just seeing things.

Mitch looked up at the window again before heading inside, a sense of worry over him.