It didn’t take long, just until the next night, for the Angel of Death to show himself to Yohji to retrieve his glass sphere. He was now standing in the center of Yohji’s living room looking down at the man who was seated. Yohji was holding a cigarette between the index and middle finger of his right hand. His emerald eyes scanned the angel and he smiled once his eyes locked with violet.

The angel spoke, " You have something that is mine. My half of the task of taking humans Home is being distributed to the others. I have become a burden. I need it now. "

Yohji nodded, tapping the sphere that was in his lap, " What is your name?"

The angel frowned at that question, " You have no need for that information."

" You want the ball," Yohji tossed the object in question and caught it fluidly, " Name."

" Aya."

Yohji’s brows furrowed, " That is a woman’s name."

The angel remained silent. Yohji yawned then stood and sauntering over to Aya, spoke, "You are quite beautiful."

Aya’s expression never changed, it stayed in the state of nonchalance, " I just exist."

Yohji shook his head, " Don’t be like that. Accept my compliment."

The angel nodded, " I do," he held out his hand, waiting for the ball to be returned.

" Aya, can you promise me something," Yohji cocked his head as he watched the angel sigh in exasperation. Then Aya nodded his acceptance and Yohji smiled, " When I die I want it to be you who comes for me."

Aya’s lips formed a frown slowly and he held it for five heartbeats then nodded. He motioned with his long pale fingers for the sphere, " I can not complete my task without it."

Yohji slowly placed it into Aya’s palm yet his own golden hand stayed on top. He stepped closer to the angel and tilting his head kissed him gently.

Yohji had only meant for the kiss to be quick and light, however, upon feeling the softness of Aya’s lips and the warmth that radiated from them he deepened it. Taking total control of Aya’s mouth Yohji bravely ran his tongue along the bottom lip. He kept his eyes closed, he feared what would be on the angel’s face. Yohji prodded, touching the line where Aya’s lips met and waited. He heard a sigh then he was allowed access. Yohji slowly entered Aya and the heat of his mouth made him moan. It was a sensual sound and it vibrated through Aya and down his throat. Aya gasped slightly then dropped his sphere.

Aya stepped back and finally Yohji saw a change in expression. The angel’s lips were parted and his gorgeous violets were slightly wide. Yohji bent and picked up the sphere then straightening handed it back. Yohji smiled, " Don’t forget your promise."

Aya nodded , slightly dazed, then shimmering prettily disappeared from sight.

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The opening of the exhibit called Beauty of the Pharaohs came much more quickly than Yohji had realized. The week had gone by in a flash filled to it’s capacity by rearranging the Museum and set up for the exhibit, press tours, and the day before, Kohaku’s funeral. Now Yohji, in a tan suit that complimented his golden skin and dusty blond hair, stood at the door of the Museum next to the Curator smiling and shaking the hands of guest. The Curator, an elderly man with long white hair and kind dark brown eyes, looked over at Yohji to speak only to find the man staring out into the distance with an expression that could only be described as horrified. The old man looked in the direction of Yohji’s gaze and saw nothing. He went to touch the young man’s shoulder, but the action was halted once Yohji started to walk down the stairs of the Museum.

Yohji knew that no one else could see them and that he would look like he was in the middle of a field talking to himself, but he didn’t care. He needed to know why Aya was walking toward the Museum with his sword drawn and wings spread wide. Behind him was an army of other angels all with raven wings and dressed in black. The clothing was different some in capes and head to toe armor others in plain black dress suits and others still in elaborate suits with embroidered lapels and sashes across their chest. All carried swords and large glass spheres.

Upon seeing Yohji Aya stopped standing just inches from him while the other angels continued on their path. Yohji had a look of concern and fear on his face, Aya just shook his head.

Yohji ran his fingers through his hair he had pulled it back for the occasion and now he was tugging at the band, " You can’t be serious..."

Aya’s voice was soft, " I am sorry, however, such is life. It comes to an end. Always."

Yohji scowled, " If that is supposed to make me feel better, it didn’t work."

Aya frowned, " Call someone. You can not just stand here and watch it burn. It will not change anything, but at least you will be doing what is expected of you as a citizen," Aya side stepped Yohji and began walking, " Excuse me."

Yohji turned around abruptly calling out, " Aya!" the angel stopped, but did not look back, " Aya...come to me tonight."

Aya looked around at that request, he stared at Yohji for a while then with a curt nod turned and made is way to the Museum.

Yohji wondered when it had started burning. The building was already engulfed in flames.