Moon: Hi everyone! Welcome to my new story, 'Angel'. This is a ReinxShade story, you did not read the summary wrong. I thought about it and thought and wrote a rough draft and deleted it and- Anyways, I went through a lot to decide how to write this. Bright and Fine's personalities don't fit as well. If you hate me for writing this or have problems with me writing this, send me a PM and we'll talk. Hope you enjoy this, you know that I don't own this anime/manga.

In this story, everyone is a pawn to fate. This chess game is cruel, who knows who will survive? Normally it's noir, but in this game, the pieces fighting each other are blanc and rouge. Will blanc crush rouge? Or will rouge manage to outwit blanc?

Shade's POV

I swung my scythe and the soul of the person came out and into the pocket watch. I opened it a picture of the girl was shown and a circle appeared. The soul of Fujisaki Rima had been collected. I sighed. As always, this job is depressing as well as boring. I walked out through the window and walked down to the ground literally floating on air until my black shoes reached the grass. I breathed in the cool night air and the aroma of the flowers of the garden and felt slightly at peace.

I was assigned to take care of the souls of people in this hospital by the person I'm forced to respect. When people are transferred to this hospital, that means that the final decision of whether they live or die is made. But it's so annoying when people try to helpless live on a single scrap of life even though they already know that they're going to die. Everyone will die eventually, so why does it matter how long you're going to live? Then unfortunately for me, people who are close to death can see me, so it's even more annoying to work here.

Gentle footsteps softly crushed the grass and I looked up to see a girl with long blue hair. She kept coming, ever since she first saw me. She told me that her name was Rein. "It really was you, Scythe-san." And because I refuse to tell her my name, she keep calling me Scythe-san. "Good evening. Are you doing well?"

"How many times are you going to come here? You'll get in trouble if the nurse finds out if you're out this late at night, what's the point in coming out?"

"I'm bored and can't sleep, so I thought that if I came out, I would be able to see the moon flowers blooming and the night air should clear my head a little. Then if I was really lucky I would see you," Rein said. "And apparently I got lucky today," she said smiling brightly. "Hey, today are you going to tell me your name?"

"Depends, is today the day you're going to die?"

"You're always so mean. I just wanted to talk to you for a little while," she said pouting. Annoying human. "But... do you know how much time I have left?"

"I don't know. I just collect the souls when they tell me to, I don't know anything else," I said, honestly. Sheesh this girl... somehow she's annoying, but... her being here reminds me of someone. I don't remember who. "Those flowers that you're looking for are over there," I said point at bushes with the blooming yellow flowers.

"Oh, thank you," she said hurrying over to gaze at the flowers. I watched her as she admired the flowers' beauty. They're the only thing about the human world that I happen to like. "Scythe-san, why are you a Shinigami?"

"How am I suppose to know, they just gave me this job one day," I said bluntly. It's said that most Shinigami have a success suicide and as punishment, they are forced into this job, but I feel like the reason that I'm a Shinigami is completely different. I watched her for a minute then said, "Hey, don't you ever get bored of living like this? You're always in the hospital, unable to do anything, but still you want to live, why?"

"That's really simple, because there are people who would be unhappy if I die, Mother, Father, and Fine. I don't want to see them crying because of me, so I'll keep smiling and living. For as long as I can." This person...

"You're really alright with that?" She nodded. "I'm really amazed on how you aren't angry at your sister. If you were born first, this would have never happened to you and you would be able to live normally and freely, yet you still smile at her, why?"

"Something like that doesn't matter. What if I was born first and I still had a heart problem? Then it doesn't matter, there's no reason for me to blame her," she said. This person is really like someone that I've met before. I can't remember their face though... why can't I remember? It feels like they were important to me. "Scythe-san, it's getting late, I have to go soon, but before that, I want to ask a favor of you."

Asking a Shinigami a favor... Regardless of what I thought, I said, "What is it?"

"Will you come by my room once in a while so we can talk during day? I get lonely when there's no one to talk to." I didn't answer is she asking someone like me this request? Wouldn't it be better to ask this of a human? "Ah. I better get going. I think the nurses found out that I wasn't in bed already. See you later Sycthe-san."

"Shade," I said all of a sudden.

"What?"

"It's my name, so stop calling me Scythe-san." It's starting to get annoying for her to call me Scythe-san. That's the only reason... at least I'm pretty sure that's the only reason. "Hurry up and get out of here," I said as she didn't move and looked at me in slight shock. "Do you really want to get in trouble? It'll feel even more like a jail then."

"Then I'll see you later, Shade-san," she said cheerfully before hurrying to leave. Really, just her being here has given me a headache, but my chest feels... warm. Like it's being filled with something, it reminds me of when I was a human. She really is a strange person, to be able to cause these emotions in my chest.

I came during night to see her the next day. I came through the window, because I didn't want to walk around. I don't want more people to see me. Shinigamis are suppose to come and take people's souls, not be socialists. I saw her in her bed, with eyes looking around bored, then she saw me. "You didn't come in during day...but at least you're here right now." She was smiling through the plastic oxygen mask. I could see red marks on her hand that surrounded a cord that was connected to an IV. Probably from trying to get her to calm down...

"You had another attack?" She gave me a very faint smile, as though telling me not to worry. "And like this you say that you still want to live. When are you going to give up on life? The sooner you lose the will to live, the sooner you will die. It'll be less painful that way, but no matter what you want to live."

"How nice to know that you're worrying about me," she said, taking the mask off. She tried to widen her smile without showing pain. "I'm not going to give up on life until my last breath. I'm going to continue to live." Instead of becoming more harsher, her eyes became even more gentle. "I'm happy. I thought that you really hated me to not care about me living."

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't think of anything, so I closed it. "I don't speak to people I hate." Which is completely true, there are a bunch of people who I hate and refuse to speak to. Like other Shinigami that come here. They're annoying, with those fake smiles of theirs. What do they try to achieve with that?

"It sounds like there's a lot of annoying people and things in your life, do you want to talk about it?" I didn't answer her. Frankly, I don't even know why I'm here. I just... I don't even know what to think anymore. "It's the same with me. Doctors and nurses constantly checking me, it's tiring just to hear, when they say I'm going to die soon. Why can't I live to my heart's content until I die? I want to do so many things, but I'll just be stuck in this cage until my last breath."

"What happened to being positive?" Why did I just ask that? Since when did I care about that?

"I am positive. I'm happy that I'm still alive and that I'm not here all alone, but it's inevitable, that I'm going to die." I don't understand, why can she smile even though she know the reality of her own fate?

"You really make no sense to me at all."

"Just like how I don't understand you," she said, still bearing an easy smile. "Why don't you like living?"

"I only survive, I don't live. I'm breathing, I can feel my blood flowing throughout my veins, but I'm not living. If I was living, then I would be smiling wouldn't I?" People consider surviving, living, but they're wrong. To feel alive, would mean that I would actually feel happiness and other emotions all the time. Living is something unobtainable for someone like me.

"Then learn how to live," she said, acting as if it was easy. "Find something to live for. Don't think that it's impossible." Her hand reached for mine as she gave me a gentle smile. A gentle touch, along with a warm smile... I've had a feeling like this before, but if I knew anything it would be that this feeling had brought me pain. However, I can't stop feeling this emotion towards this beautiful girl. I'm happy being here with her.