Hello everyone, welcome to my new fanfic! This is a story mixing both very well done anime and manga! I got the idea while reading other fanfic which I will put the names down in the next chapter when I find them. First things first, 'Bold' means me the author. 'Italic' means that persons thoughts. I also have a disclaimer saying that I do not own the actual manga or anime these character are in and they belong to their rightful owner.

Hiroki: I would've thrown a book at you if you didn't add that in!

Me: You already have. Remember it was when I entered your room without asking and you were *coughs* 'busy.'

Hiroki: *blushes and thr-*

Me: And lets get started!

{Misaki's Story Prologue }

Misaki's POV

I could feel death. You may laugh at that sentence, but it's true. It was like a worm or a parasite making it's way into my blood and travelling up till I couldn't breathe. It was cold that night, I wore a simple dark, grey hoodie with dark blue skinny jeans. I had come back from shopping. I was living alone since I hit middle school and my relatives didn't care about me. My brother abandoned me when I was 8 and I was left with the horrible game called life. I turned a corner and walked down my street. But I stopped in my tracks as soon as I heard bottles crashing and maniacal laughter, I turned to walk back and was about to go the long way, until one of the men spotted me. "Hwey Babshe!" he called his voice slurred from the alcohol he had been drinking.

I turned and ran, I was once known as the fastest runner in my class but that was before my parents death. I gave up all dreams of being a racer and going all around the world. Due to that my stamina reduced and I couldn't run far with the way I was running. I turned to look behind me. The drunken man was right behind with his arms outstretched to grab my hood. 'This bastard just won't give up' I thought as I turned a corner and smashed right into his friends. "You didn't have to run." His voice was deep and it had frightened me. The run must have sobered him up enough to talk normally. He nods at his friends who grab my arms and tied them up with the rope they had in their own hands.

"LET ME GO!" I scream struggling to get out of their tight grip. A wave of nausea rolled over me and the only thing I thought that night was 'Am I going to die?' I thought that time and time again as they raped me, when I thought it was over I laid in a pool of their essence. But they weren't finished they brought out a whip saying "I want to see you cry." I didn't give them what they wanted, I was stubborn. I knew that if I cried things would've ended quicker and wouldn't have died that night. But I refused. I was whipped all over my body, and when that didn't work they went to burning. It eventually led to stabbing. That night I laid in a pool of my blood, my clothes spread all around the alleyway. I lifted my hand to the sky and I started to tear up. In the corner of my eyes I saw death trying desperately to cover them. Before I let it happen I got one quick look at the full moon before I let my body go.

"That was the last moment of my human life that I remember clearly," I tell the white winged man, who only nodded his head at my story. "Do you have any close people you want to go back to talk to?" I shake my head at his question. He nods at me understandingly, "Please head to that door over there and pick the tattoo out of the options you are given, yours will be different from everyone else's." I get out of the couch I was sitting on leaving a little puddle of blood. I walked over to the oak wood door and turned the golden handle in front of me. Walking in I find myself in a bright room with a touch screen in front of me. At the top of the screen it said my new name 'Misaki' and the options of tattoos I got to choose. The white wing man explained it me to before. Everyone who dies goes there, they choose and tattoo that is unique to them and only them. They also get a pair of wings that are also unique to everyone else's.

I look at the options I have been given. Most are things having to with beauty and light, but I stop looking at the rest as soon as I come across a black rose with big thorns. I press on that and it asked me where I wanted it on my body. I request for it to be on my left shoulder blade and get ready for the pain I'm about to endure. The machines started out lining it. I was able to get used until it started to colour it black. I moaned in pain as it finished touching it up. I felt another pain in my back, as the winged man said I would as soon as the tattoo was finished and I would get my wings. The metal machine guided me to a big mirror where I was able to get a good look at myself for the first time in ages. My brown hair was silky smooth and reached pasted my shoulders. 'I need a haircut.' I thought inwardly as I looked at the cuts with blood dripping down onto the floor. I took one look at my wings and nearly passed out. They were a very bright white going down to grey and eventually a deep black colour. The machine handed me a mirror and turned me around, I positioned the mirror so I could look at my rose. It was curled around on my back and it was beautiful fitting in with my tanned skin.

The machine cleaned up the blood and bandaged my wounds up. It fitted me into a white uniform and I was assigned a place to live in.

Two Week Skip

During these last two weeks I learned how to fly and retract my wings, so that they weren't in the way all the time. I spent most of my days on a hill that was covered in roses, I sat next to the red and black and allowed their thorns to pierce my skin as I laid back into them. "Doesn't that hurt?" I heard a voice come up behind me and I look up to see Kisa an angel I met when I first came here. We were best friends despite our age difference. "Not at all." I replied, he sat next to me and looked into my eyes. I wondered what he saw and what he achieved by doing that. "Your still thinking about your death, aren't you?" he questioned after a minute. I sat up and nodded. He sighed, "That's why you aren't feeling the pain of the roses cause you have other pains in your mind." Shaking my head I changed the subject, "How's your new tattoo?" Kisa blushes but shows me a paintbrush underneath a black book. "Yukina's tattoo is a paintbrush?" I ask, he nods pulling down his shirt. Kisa explained it to me a long time ago but I asked for a refresher, he gave me an annoyed look but obliged and explained how when angels fall in love they only fall once. It's usually with the person they should've been together with on Earth back in their human lives.

"Earth huh?" I say absentmindedly and lie back in the field of roses, with Kisa looking down at my face looking worried. I smile at him to show that I was fine. Hearing the lunch bell in the background I challenge Kisa to a race for lunch, "Your on!" he smiled at me and let his wings loose as I got ready to run. Somewhere in the background I hear, "Ready...Set...GO!" We both smiled and sped off.

Me: Finally DONE! It didn't take long!

Misaki: She's lying it took her 53 minutes!

Me: MISAKI!

Kisa and Yukina: On behalf of everyone here we would like to thank you for reading XoxoMagicoxoX fanfic *Both bows*

Me: *Tackles Misaki* Thanks everyone please review and tell me what you think I need to change and stuff like that! BYE!