"Is there a way to heaven?"

I muttered while I tugged at the hair strands dozing on my dozy eyelids as I neatly trimmed them off. They had been really troublesome these days, it was high time I got rid of them.

They reminded me of a certain someone, who I wanted to forget about but couldn't.

After cupping the fallen hair strands in a paper and neatly disposing them, I paused a moment to spare a glance at my handsome countenance, which had made me a daily recipient of more than hundreds of love letters and gifts.

After all who could resist those sharp, rectangular eyes that pierced right into the souls of the viewer, pulling the person deep into those crystalline blue vortexes that turned a deep shade of indigo at the core; and the perfectly parted black hair that complemented the eyes and was rumored to be (and actually was) as soft as cat fur.

Although the same eyes and hair had zero effect on the person that I fell so hopelessly for. So, it was pretty much useless, if I were being honest.

Parting my hair with a wooden comb to the left, I stared at the reflection of the couch behind me. The absence had manifested in the form an empty, void-like feeling that made my heart feel like a victim stretched on a rack.

"If I die, what is the probability that I would reach heaven?"

Thud!

The sound of the books falling caused goosebumps to sprang up all over my bare arms.

Shit! I didn't notice my elder sister...Wasn't she sleeping soundly when I walk up or have I finally lost sense of my surroundings.

"Mi-chan, what the hell are you spouting? Have you finally lost it all? I shouldn't have let you stay friends-" she mumbled as her arms trembled with fear and frustration, as she piled up the pair of books that had slipped out of her hands, thanks to her brother's questionable words.

"Sis, it's not that deep."

"What do you mean not that deep? The grave you want as your resting bed?" I let her continue as interfering would just graven the situation. "Mi, you know suicide doesn't solve our problems. So please don't do this to me and your loved ones. And you know, that guy would feel sad too," she brought him into the conversation, even though she wanted him out of my life.

"First, take a deep breath sis. If you forgot how to, then you can open wikihow to learn it once again." I walked towards her, as I tried to calm her and clear the misunderstandings.

"But aren't you the one who wants to forget how to breath?"

"Oh dear God, calm down and sit down on the sofa, please sis," I helplessly beseeched.

"Okay." She sat down as her expression calmed down a bit. Oh thank goodness! "Why do you want to go to heaven for? What happened to you?"

"To meet the Devil," I spoke with a straight face as her blue eyes turned a pale and wide with an expression which was an amalgam of fear, ignorance, and cluelessness, as her lipstick-deprived lips parted in horror.

"What?"

"It was a joke, sis. You are so naive and inno-"

"Who are you calling innocent?" The expression changed from fear into rage within a split second. I had forgotten how much she hated being called innocent or the sort.

"Sorry. And well, glad that you are back."

"You haven't cleared up the situation yet." She rested her leg on top of the other, as she enquired for an explanation.

"Well, I was um... practicing for the upcoming skit... for the English project."

"Okay, you could have told me that earlier. You got me worried for nothing at all. Anyways, you can have these books. You are looking quite down nowadays," saying so, she got up and patted my hair. "I hope you feel better. By the way, where's that guy?"

"He's gone to his hometown for sometime. And, when did you start caring for him?"

"Huh?? Me caring for him? Are you kidding me? I hate that guy. But since he's my brother's roommate, I can at least do the bare minimum, right?"

I let out a laugh. "Sis, you don't have to be such a tsundere. You are not going to kill someone if you admit to care about him."

"Bye, I am going." She finally left, flinging the door open, a bit flustered and angry because of the teasing. I heaved a sigh of relief.

"Sis you understand me too well," I looked at the book in my hand. It spelled: 'How to move on after a break-up.'

Moving on? Was it even something that I was being capable of? I wish I could hate him again. Hating him was once a personality trait of mine, so why couldn't I hate him once again. What is this feeling?

Placing the book on the table, I reclined on the sofa, to glance at the star-studded ceiling.

I scavenged through my pocket for the messenger-baton that Shiro had given me before going to heaven. It was still white.

It didn't turn red, that means it must be fine, right? But what if he decided to not bother me with his problems and decided to tackle everything on his own. What if I was no longer a part of his life?

These thoughts had manifested themselves in a sudden, excruciating pain, that was threatening to tear the head apart.

Oh God! When will this end?

'Ding-dong.' The chime of the doorbell broke the array of my gloomy thoughts as I marched towards the door to answer it.

A familiar ash-blonde guy clad in Warrior Angel clothes with huge snowy wings that oscillated from front to back at the edges. It was the Holy Guardian Angel's younger brother.

"Ugh, it's you. Is Shiro with-"

"No h-he's not with me. He's in a t-tight fit," his speech trembled along with his pale figure as his bright, blonde eyes reflected despair.

"Take me to him," I ordered.

"Yeah, that's the entire purpose of this visit." Yeah there's no way he would come down to earth to ask the help of his mortal enemy unless the situation was that hopeless.

"I am also coming." I traced the voice to see a young girl about my age with long, braided scarlet hair that reached upto her knees.

"Kiyoko? What are you-"

"I had gone to the market to fetch some eggs. This dude stood out a bit, so I followed him. Now, let's not talk much. You call Sora, quickly. I'm gonna call Aoi."

I hovered my right hand over the wrist of the left in circles as a blue watch popped out, wrapped around it. I clicked on the green button that said 'Griffinther' as a hoarse voice spoke:

"Why the hell are you calling me so early in the mor-"

"R-Rashiro is in t-trouble." I felt tear drops flowing like streams down the bank of my cheeks to halt at the jawline. I dried them off with my palm as the throbbing feeling returned with a tremendous vigor, thousand times more intense than anything that I had to experience the past few months.

"The hell, bro? You aren't j-joking right?" The voice on the line staggered a bit.

"Does it seem like a subject to joke about?"

"I am coming in a minute. No need to get so mad."

"What happened?" A portal opened up behind as a grey-eyed woman with short blue hair that curled up to rest on her shoulders spoke in a quivering tone. "What h-happened to my brother? Is he a-alright? Huh, aren't you Tenshi's younger brother?"

"Holy Heavens, c-can't y'all shut up for a bit? Rashiro is gonna d-die and you all are wasting time in the unnecessary talk... C-can't y'all j-just..."

The blonde angel broke into a fit of tears, unable to complete the sentence.

"Wha-" A tall, towering raven-haired guy who had just entered the scene was obstructed from expressing his curiosity by my hand and the heartbroken blonde crying in front of him.

I looked at him with eyes that conveyed, 'please read the situation'. He understood as he shapeshifted into an enormous eagle with the head of a panther.

"Let's go, Futen. And don't worry, we will save him." I placed my hand on his shoulder as an effort to console him.

"Okay." A portal came into view with a blinding light, as the Heavens opened up right before us.

"Hope on," Sora spoke in a low-pitched voice as we mounted on his back. "Hold tight."

Within moments, we were gliding through the clouds of the Heaven.

"Dear Angels of Heaven," a loud thundering voice dispersed the clouds as the Execution Site came into the view. "It's the moment that you all have been passionately waiting for centuries untold. The Official Execution of the..."

The tingling sensation in my head muffled up the words as my eyes scrambled upto the scaffold to stop at the tied up wingless angel, whom I had been waiting to catch a glance of, for eight long weeks.

He gazed up at us with his round, magenta eyes which peeped through the long white locks brushing the dusty floor of the scaffold, looking hopeless and yearning for help, despite the attempt to pronounce the words, 'Do not come here, Naru.'

A wave of boiling rage, strong enough to shatter all my insides rose within me as I held out my hand in the air to generate a lightning bolt. 'Do not come here, Naru, ha? In your dreams...I am not gonna let you die so easily, you have to take responsibility for these feelings for mine, first.'

"Dear Rosario, I am here to save you, just like that day."