A/N: In case you clicked on this story thinking, "Eh...who needs the first story in the series...I'll just figure it out as I go along" I seriously suggest that you read the first story first. Just saying. I mean it's up to you, but you might miss some things.

To my awesome reviewers who asked for more: be happy! It was because of you that I decided to write this sequel. I hope you like this one as much as you liked the first. :)

My name is Grace. I know that I said my story was over, and it is. This isn't my story alone. I've shared it with those around me. I've taken it upon myself to pull together the words of my friends and my family and gather them together. That is what you are reading right this moment. You'll read the words of many in one story. Why did I gather these recounts together? I suppose it was so that I could immortalize the war…so that humans—like you, reader—could know what truly happened. So that you could know what took place right in front of yours eyes without you seeing it. So that you could know the truth.

~Grace~

"Come on! We have to get out of here! We're going to be late!" Rin yelled to me.

"I'm trying!" I replied, pulling my boots on. I stood up and then, as per usual, tripped and fell flat on my face. Rin burst through the door, "Are you ok?"

I nodded, groaning and still lying on the floor, "I'm ok. Just tripped."

His shoulders relaxed a little. "You need to calm down. It's not like I'm going to die. Jeez. Ever since then you've been really overprotective. It's over, Rin. Plus, you and I both know that I could kick your ass any day," I said, pushing myself upright and un-crumpling my uniform.

"It's not my fault that I'm overprotective. I just worry…that's all," he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He must have been really worried, because normally he would have argued with me about which one of us would win in a fight. I stood upright and frowned at how much taller he was than me. I mean, he had a good seven inches on me. He noticed me frowning and how I'd crossed my arms and slouched down, "Better?"

I punched him lightly in the arm and frowned even deeper, "Not funny."

"What, it's not my fault you're sho—" he began. If anyone else was about to call me short I whip out a can of serious whoop-ass, but this particular guy was on my very short list of people that I would forgive. By 'short list' I mean you need a magnifying glass to see it. Don't laugh. I'm dead serious. If you want to read the list, I'd suggest purchasing a magnifying glass…it'd be a worthwhile investment.

Anyway, as I said…Rin is on my tiny list. So, instead of physically abusing him, I did something else. I stood on my tiptoes and grabbed his tie, pulling him down even lower so that I could reach. What was I trying to reach? I didn't think I'd have to tell you…I mean it's pretty obvious seeing that he's my boyfriend and all…

I crushed my lips to his, stealing a long and deep kiss. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. I reached up and circled my arms around his neck and we stayed like that for a while, kissing and holding each other. "Morning you two, we need to g—" said a voice. It was cut off due to pure shock. I pulled away from Rin and peered over his shoulder. Rin had lifted me off of the ground, so my feet were dangling a few inches above the floor. This was mostly for leverage issues. I grinned to myself…leverage.

Yukio was standing in the doorway behind Rin and his face was bright red, "S-Sorry!" He took a few steps backwards and his back slammed against the wall behind him. He turned to leave, walking quickly. I smiled and looked back to Rin, "He's gone."

Rin nodded and arched his neck, kissing me gently again. Rin cracking up broke our kiss. At first I was angry—mostly because I wanted to keep kissing him—but soon I started laughing too. He set me down and we leaned against each other, laughing hysterically. "That was hilarious. Did you see his face?" Rin asked.

I nodded, "Oh man. I think that might top the time I saw him in his heart-shaped boxers…" I slapped my thigh and he nodded, "That was great!"

As our laughter started to die down, we took deep breaths and massaged our aching facial muscles. I nodded, "We should go." He was still smiling as I leaned down and picked up my bag.

As soon as I stepped out of the door I spotted my father, "Grace!" He was smiling at me. I tried to turn and run, but Rin stopped me. I groaned and glared at him.

"Dad," I said, turning back to my father.

"I have good news!" he said, grinning even wider than he already had been. He usually does that, though. Whenever he sees me, his smile lights up and he pulls me into a tight hug. Speaking of hugs, that's what he was doing right at the moment. I patted his back and gasped for air, "Breath…oxygen!"

He pulled back immediately looking sheepish, "Right, my point! I got you a present for your birthday!"

"Oh yeah…that is happening soon," I said, only just then realizing it.

"Your birthday is coming up?" demanded Rin, looking terrified.

"Actually, her birthday is today!" said my dad, flashing his pearly whites.

"Today?" gasped Rin, falling to his hands and knees. I patted his head and leaned down beside him, "Don't worry 'bout it. I've never had a party or presents before, so why should I care about it now?"

He looked up at me, his face pale, "That's exactly why you should care!"

I raised back to my sad-but-full height, "I really don't need anything, dad."

"Nonsense!" he said. I groaned and facepalmed. "Mikael!" dad called. I held a hand over my face, covering my eyes. I heard footsteps crunch the gravel as someone walked up to us. I peeked in between two of my fingers. I dropped my hand to my side and let my mouth drop open. "He's your new bodyguard!" said my father proudly, crossing his hands over his chest.

I stared at the man in front of me. He was flawless. I mean, when I say flawless I mean flawless! He had olive-colored skin, not a blemish in sight. Silky, chocolate curls fell over his forehead. He had deep green eyes that stared at me. He had a strong build, but his body was still lean. He was wearing a hoodie and dark jeans. A necklace with a small, silver cross pendant hung at his gorgeous collarbones that peaked out from beneath his green T-shirt. A slight smile crossed his lips, "Hello." Oh. My. God. He has a British accent. I stared at him and then snapped out of it when Rin's dark tail flitted across my vision.

"I-Is he real?" I asked. My dad chuckled.

Mr. Perfect laughed. My heart did a little dance. "I'm as real as you are," he said, the corners of his amazing eyes tilting up as he smiled. He shoved his hands in his pockets. A small tattoo that I couldn't recognize peeked out from the sleeve of his hoodie.

"I'm Grace," I said, sticking out my hand.

"Mikael," he replied, taking my hand. His were large and calloused. I wondered how they'd gotten so rough even though the rest of him was so amazing. "It's nice to meet you, Grace," he said, shoving his hand back into his pocket.

"He'll be watching over you…keeping you safe," said my dad, putting a hand on my shoulder.

It suddenly occurred to me that my dad had brought Mikael here because he thought I couldn't protect myself. I hate to admit, but I'd been practically hypnotized by Mikael's staggering magnificence. I narrowed my eyes and stuck my finger against my dad's chest, "I don't need a bodyguard!"

"But—" my dad began.

"If I may, sir," said Mikael, stepping forward and flashing another smile at me. My resistance started to crumble, but I held strong, managing to glare at Mikael's beautiful face. "You can think of me as your friend instead of a bodyguard. That is what I'd like you to think of me as…if that's alright with you, Grace," he said, staring at me. He looked at me expectantly.

I stayed silent for a moment, "A friend?" He nodded. I was silent again and then crossed my arms over my chest, "Alright. But let me ask you something…does this 'friendship' include stalking me on rooftops in the name of my protection?"

He remained silent for a moment. "Friends don't stalk friends," I said skeptically.

"If I agree not to stalk you, then will you say yes?" he asked. The final piece of my resistance disintegrated when he said the word 'stalk' in his English accent. I nodded. He smiled at me again. I practically had to shield my eyes from his blinding beauty.

"Perfect!" said my father, clapping my back. I winced. You really need to learn your own strength, Dad.

"I've got to get to class. See you," I said.

"Can I come with you? I'm attending your school now as well," he said matter-of-factly.

"Whaaaat?" I said, taken aback.

"What, what?" he questioned, looking confused.

"How old are you?" I asked, looking him up and down.

"Nineteen," he replied.

"Seriously?"

"Not in human years," he replied.

"He…alright. That makes more sense. Sure, whatever…follow me. I assume Dad put you in the same class?" He nodded and followed after me. I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I froze and realized what I'd just done. I spun on my heel and twisted a lock of my hair around my finger.

"I don't mean to interrupt your 'friendship', but you were walking with your boyfriend to class," said Rin, frowning at me. I walked back to him and smiled. I wrapped my arms around one of his and smiled, "Sorry."

"Sorry won't cut it," he said, still looking angry.

"What will?"

"Nothing," he replied, not looking at me. I was putting up my best forgive-me-I-was-blinded-by-his-brilliance-but-now-I'm-over-it-and-I-love-you look. Unfortunately, it wouldn't work if he didn't look at it. An idea lit up in my brain like a light bulb. I pulled his face down to meet mine and planted a kiss directly on his cheek, (mind you, it would have been the lips if we didn't have spectators). His face turned bright red and then he said, "Alright, you're forgiven." He slung an arm over my shoulders and steered me towards the school.

"We're going to be late," I said casually. I waved to my Dad as he transformed into a falcon and flew off. Mikael walked behind us practically silently.

"So?" Rin replied.

"I don't like being late," I said. With that I unconcealed my wings and wrapped my arms around Rin. I beat my wings a few times and lifted into the air.

"What are you doing!?" he shouted as we rose into the air, "People will see you!"

"Don't worry. My dad taught me a spell that would make me invisible when we're flying," I replied.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked a voice. I looked to my left and saw something I didn't expect. Mikael was flying beside me, his large wings flapping in unison with mine. While mine were a pure, snow white, his were brownish and speckled with dark black spots.

I nearly dropped Rin, "You're an angel too?"

"Yes?" he replied.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm not sure." I frowned and then returned to his previous question, "It'll be fine."

"I'm not so sure about that, but alright," he said, not bothering to argue with me. I had a feeling we both knew who would win.

"Why did we have to fly?" protested Rin.

"It's faster than walking," I replied coolly.

"Don't care!" he yelled back. I grinned as we closed in on True Cross Academy. When we landed, I practically dropped Rin. I stretched my wings above my head one last time before I hid them again. I turned to Mikael just before his wings disappeared. It was strange. I'd never met another angel like me. I smiled to myself as I walked with the two to our class. I wasn't quite as alone as I'd thought.

A/N: Alrighty, next chapter soon. I'm already having fun with this story. DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE A REVIEW IF YOU LIKED IT! :) Thanks.

Fun Skit I wrote because I felt like it:

Rin: Stop staring at him.

Grace: I can't.

Mikael: You're making me uncomfortable.

Grace: *pokes Mikael in face* Are you sure your face is real?

Mikael: *facepalm*