It was over. The wet rain that had earlier made the wounds on my body sting had ceased - well, more like my body had ceased to feel it. Numb. The sensation in my eyes had also omitted - that slight tingling of darkness. I was dead, and I knew it.

But something inside me wasn't dead. It felt dreamlike, almost. I could feel something warm; something radiant. It was light. The light I'd been craving for some time now - atleast, in the sense of 'passing on'.

Next thing I knew, there was a mirror in front of me. I stared into it curiously, but with the inability to care about my other surroundings. At first, I saw my own face... My own, pitch black eyes staring back at me. Slowly, the image of myself morphed, though. As my features rearranged; the familiar face that appeared brought some sort of peace over me. Some sort of self desiring peace - the kind where you could be sinking non-stop into a dark ocean and do it without a care in the world.

Closed eyelids watched me. I smiled at the figure, knowing exactly who it was. His sense of forgiveness showed from his pale lips sitting in a small smile. I reached to the mirror slowly, and slid my fingertips across the cool surface.

"Shisui..?"