A/N: This doesn't, by any means, reflect my view on angels at all. XD This was just swimming around in my mind for a while, while trying to get to sleep… and I thought it was cute. O:
It's actually probably heavily influenced by something I can't remember right now, but when/if I do, I will be sure to tell you all. :

So a third story that I will hopefully be able to keep up with, voila. Don't forget to leave a review, and tell me what you think!

Warnings: Probably some cursing, some yaoi (SasuNaru), semi-graphic physical abuse… If there's more that I can think of, I will post it in said chapter. X3

Disclaimer: Naruto and all of its characters don't belong to me. XD Just borrowing them.

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Dark eyes swept over the busy city. Full of people and life, going about their daily happenings. They were completely oblivious to the fact that they were being watched… Oblivious to the world around them that they couldn't see. So narrow-minded, and selfish, only caring for themselves, and their needs. Shunning things they didn't understand. Couldn't understand. Very intriguing…

Very interesting…

"What are you looking for, Sasuke?"

The black haired boy jumped slightly at the calm voice that sounded behind him, quickly correcting his posture. He cleared his throat softly, and tilted his head towards the voice, regaining his composure promptly.

"I'm not looking for anything, Sensei, only watching."

"Is there really a difference?"

"Of course there's a difference…" Sasuke narrowed his eyes in confusion. "If one didn't know the difference between watching and looking, I would consider them rather dense."

There was a small, breathy laugh of amusement, and a sudden presence next to him. He managed a glance over where his superior, Kakashi, sat beside him. He was very young looking, complete with handsome features, dark gray hair inclined in an odd direction, and an eye covered with a strip of white cloth. So he didn't look the part, but had years and years of experience under his wings.

Kakashi was head of his rank, and a long-term guardian angel, teaching Sasuke everything he knew. He had, years previously, taken him on as a personal apprentice. The years were long, but it had been worth is thus far. Sasuke truely felt that he was close to becoming a true, lone guardian angel. One that could go on missions alone, instead of helping Kakashi sensei with his… As much as an honor as it was to be assisting him.

Kakashi didn't seem the type that would be so highly respected amongst their kind, but he was a without a doubt a genius, and did his job well. Sasuke found himself respecting the more experienced angel against his will. There was no doubt that he had a pride problem, even though it was something he should have dropped long ago. It was a part of his training.

It was his most appalling aspect.

"That is a somewhat narrow-minded way of looking at it."

Sasuke sent a questioning look to the gray-haired man sitting next to him. Kakashi took that as a sign to happily continue.

"No one watches just for the sake of watching. When watching, you're obviously looking. Though a lot of time it's subconscious, you always have it inside of you to be looking out for a certain something. Call it instinct. If not, you just look like a gaping fool."

Sasuke looked away from Kakashi, staring ahead at the busy city in front of him. Perched on top of a high building, and watching the life below him was one of his favorite pass times. Watching for nothing, really. Kakashi was wrong. There didn't always need to be a motive behind an action. It was a way to get away, and get lost in yourself. That was the only reason.

"I disagree."

"Just because you disagree doesn't make you right."

"I could say the same thing to you."

The young man laughed softly.

"Perhaps. But I have proof that I'm right."

Sasuke hugged leaned back on his hands, watching a flock of birds fly overhead.

"Proof?"

"Proof."

There was silent for a few moments.

"… What kind of proof?"

Kakashi suddenly stood up running a hand through his hair, and dusted off his black dress pants.

"You'll see fairly soon, I'm sure."

Sasuke looked over at him suspiciously, and Kakashi blinked.

"I didn't mean anything by it, no need to look suspicious…"

"Why are you here?"

Kakashi smiled, his visible eye shining oddly.

"An assignment."

"… An assignment… What kind of assignment would cause you to come and talk to me about something completely pointless?"

"An assignment for you, of course."

Sasuke's eyes widened, and almost fell backwards as he quickly twisted his head towards Kakashi.

"For… er, for me?" he suddenly felt a flash of embarrassment as he heard his voice squeak in astonishment.

"No need to be surprised, Sasuke." Kakashi let out another small laugh and bent down next to him, digging a piece of paper out of the pocket in his shirt. "You've been training for years, and you're certainly one of the most skilled angels I've trained in all of my years of teaching."

"But the elders said that I wasn't ready yet…" Sasuke said slowly, taking the piece of paper from Kakashi as if it would burst into flames at any moment. His eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"It's not that you aren't ready, Sasuke, it's just that you're lacking in the most important aspect of being a guardian angel to a human."

Sasuke continued to look confused and cautious, eyes flicking from the piece of paper, to his teacher. He had no idea what he was talking about…

"Compassion, Uchiha. You've learned this."

There were a few more moments of silence.

"… I've been held back because of my lack of compassion?"

Kakashi half-shrugged.

"More or less. You're good at what you do, but you simply cannot be a guardian angel without compassion. You would fail if you tried to complete an assignment with a cold heart. Humans who can't get empathy from the world around them need it from the entities they can't see. Their 'Guardian angels' as they've named us. If you can't be a stable stronghold for them, they will break, and you will fail."

"… I understand…"

Kakashi straightened up, smiling softly at him.

"Your assignment is named Naruto Uzumaki. A 16-year-old male, with a particularly bad home life." He grabbed the piece of paper from Sasuke, and opened it, scanning it over with his visible eye. Sasuke frowned, and Kakashi absently continued.

"His mother died during childbirth, and his father died a few days later in an unfortunate accident. He spent his early childhood going from foster parent to foster parent, but was adopted at the age of 11, and has been with his current family for nearly 5 years. It's an abusive household, clichéd drunken, abusive father, and a mother who lost all hope, wouldn't do anything about it, and hoped that if she ignored it that it would all go away. She left two months ago."

He paused, allowing it to sink in.

"At the moment, some of his past trauma is interfering with the way he handles his peers, as well as his stepfather. It is preventing him from having the life that he should have. This is a type of assignment you have seen done multiple times, so. Your assignment is to do what you see fit. It is your call, and your call only. If you succeed in improving his home, and social life, you will be awarded the title of Guardian angel. You will no longer be my apprentice."

Sasuke looked thoughtful, eye narrowed in disbelief. "So… You're letting me do whatever I want with this mission?"

"Correct."

"But why…?"

"Consider it a test." Kakashi stood up straight, his visible eye half shut in what one would mistake as disinterest. "You're being entrusted with this boy's life. If you play your cards right, you will be deemed worthy by he council to handle more assignments. If you ruin this chance, then what happens to you will be decided when the time comes. But I have faith in you, Uchiha."

It did seem that this was a big case for his very first assignment alone… It was very suspicious to him that they would trust him with a dangerous situation like this. He could only imagine that Kakashi had something to do with it.

"Now just remember everything that you've been taught, and if you're ever in doubt, ask. You know where to find us. This is nothing to mess with, so do NOT let your pride get in your way. This is a human life on the line."

"Yes, Kakashi Sensei. I won't fail."

"That's what I hoped to hear…" He smiled, his eye closed in content. "Very well then. Everything we have gathered is on that slip of paper. You will not take this lightly. If you need me, chances are I won't be anywhere nearby. So I bid you good luck, Sasuke."

"WAI-!"

Sasuke audibly gasped out in surprise as Kakashi shoved him off of the building, sending him pummeling to the ground, eyes wide in shock. After a few moments of initial alarm, he gained the common sense to extend his large, feathery white wings, leveling him out as the wind caught beneath them. He put a hand to his heaving chest, and managed a harsh glare behind him where Kakashi had the nerve to be waving goodbye to him from his previous position on the building.

Goddamn it Kakashi… he thought with an irritated growl.

"LANGUAGE, SASUKE!" He heard Kakashi call loudly after him. He sighed heavily, giving his wings a wide flap, rising higher into the air, invisible to all humans who chose that moment to look into the sky.

And good luck… God knows you'll need it. Kakashi thought amusedly to himself, as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

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Naruto Uzumaki coughed violently, splatters of blood seeping down his chin.

It hurt to breathe…

He didn't bother to wipe it away, instead more intent on protecting his ribs. He vaguely remembered a swift kick to the chest, a shooting pain, and the loss of his ability to suck in proper breaths. He hadn't been able to focus properly since, and his father showed no signs of stopping his drunken frenzy.

He started to cough fiercely, his chest stabbing with pain, and his throat completely raw. Tears quickly prickled in his eyes, as he curled up tightly on the floor.

More than anything he hated showing this kind of weakness, but it's not like his adoptive father would remember it in the morning. If he could just crawl out of his vision, he might just be able to slip unnoticed into his room... Since there was no defending himself against his adoptive father, anyway…

Naruto was smaller than most of the males his age. He was malnourished, and though he could throw a decent punch, there wasn't much muscle to back it up. He had roundish features, helping with the appearance of definitely being younger.

All in all, there wasn't much he could do against his 270 pound, 6'3'' father.

He groaned softly and grit his teeth, lifting himself up slightly with one hand, his other one wrapped around his ribs. He blinked the sudden tears in his eyes away, and tried to focus his vision.

His father had fallen asleep on the recliner.

Relief overwhelmed him, as he lay back on the ground to collect himself. Things had been relatively getting worse throughout the past couple of months, and his foster father had been getting more daring with his violence. He was pretty sure he had a broken rib… but it certainly wasn't the first time it happened.

He took a few shallow breaths, and slowly heaved himself up with the help of the nearby coffee table. He made a soft hissing noise in the back of his throat as he tried to keep himself balanced, though found it decently hard as his vision swam. Giving himself a few moments to brace himself, he slowly began his trek to the nearby stairs.

He hated it there… It was worse than any family he had ever been with before. He could have easily told someone. He could tell almost anyone, and he would be out of there.

But before, that would have meant leaving his adoptive mother…

He had considered it every day for the whole 5 years he had been there, but the small amount of love that he had gotten from his mother almost seemed worth coming home for everyday. She didn't show much affection, but… he knew that she cared, and he caught the sad looks of regret that she sent him after she didn't save him from her husband's wrath. There had been times when she came up and put bandages on his cuts, and made sure that things healed properly. She had hugged him a few times before, too, though she was usually crying when she did. It was the love of a mother, something that he had never known before. It was love, attention, and affection that he never had.

Finally one day when he came home, she didn't.

It had been two months since then, and he wasn't sure what he wanted to do… He could have run away, but he only had one more year until he could move out on his own. Part of him wanted to be strong enough to hold on for that long, but another part of him wanted to get away from his home.

He hated it there…

He sighed softly, desperately trying to ignore the sharp pain in his chest, and made his way slowly up the stairs, and towards his room.

It would be the better part of 12 hours before his dad woke up, so he had time to bandage himself up, get enough sleep, and still get to school in the morning.

Hopefully no one would notice.

He heavily leaned on the doorknob leading to his room and opened it. He stood in the doorway, and blinked several times, squinting into the darkness.

There was someone in his room…

He blinked once more. From what he could make out from the shadowed figure, it was a boy, probably around his age. He bad black hair, and dark eyes, with a most serene look on his face. He simply leaned back against Naruto's window on the far side of his room, staring back at him. His room was dark, but the moonlight streaming in reflected off of the boy's pale skin, giving him an almost porcelain look that seemed almost unreal. As far as he could tell, he was dressed simply enough, with a simple black T-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans, though what really got Naruto was the pair of giant white, feathery wings sprouting from his back.

Naruto opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to find his voice.

"W-Who the hell are you!?" It was hoarse, but it got the point across.

The boy only tilted his head, his expression still calm.

"I'm your guardian angel."

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A/N: I hope that you guys enjoyed it. X3 Gosh, that was fun.