Authors's Note: So originally in word I had this set up so that her speaking was on the left and his was on the right but that doesn't work on here. :P My apologies if it gets confusing.

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She had curly black hair and the tattoo of a four leaf clover above her ample cleavage.

He was blind in one eye and wore the mask of a smile that never left his lips.

As she stepped off the stage she made her way over to the bar where he was sitting.

He offered to buy her a drink and lit another cigarette.

She stared at his shadow on the ground.

"Something wrong?"

"I love birds, but I envy them."

"Why's that?"

"I've always wished I could fly away."

"Where would you go?"

"Somewhere I could be happy."

"Where would that be?"

"With him."

"What happened, if I may ask?"

"I was a government experiment, if you're willing to believe the darker deeds they commit."

He chuckled. "I know; I worked for them sometimes."

"They were trying to develop unusual powers in children but the only power I ever had was knowing the day I would die. I met him not long before that day. I loved him as soon as we met but I didn't want him to get hurt when I died so I resisted falling for him. In the end he won me over anyway. To this day I wish I hadn't wasted so much time that I could have spent with him."

"I take it you haven't seen him since then?"

"No, but I was a singer in bars then too. I keep hoping that someday he'll show up in the bar with that same old charming grin and things can go back to how they were."

"What if he's moved on?"

She smiled sadly. "It's selfish, but I hope he hasn't."

"Love is a selfish thing."

"You sound like you would know."

"I would."

Another song started and she grabbed his hand. "Let's dance."

"I'm afraid I'm not much of a dancer."

She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "then let's go someplace else".

"What about your soldier? I'd rather not get beat up if he arrives." He laughed.

"He was the best fighter in the military.:

"Impressive."

"He wouldn't last two seconds against you would he."

"Probably not."

"Have you ever failed to kill anyone?"

"Just one person."

"What happened?"

"I fell in love with him."

She sat back down.

"Those of my particular profession are always killed by the person they love most."

"Was he an assassin too?"

"No."

"What was he like?"

"Imagine the most innocent-hearted person you know."

"Okay."

"He was ten times more pure. At least before I met him."

"But he killed you?"

"He never had a choice."

"If that happened to the person I was thinking of it would break her."

"I'm sure it did break him." He smiled at his glass.

A tear slipped down her cheek.

He turned, surprised. "Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry."

She rested a hand lightly against his cheek. "But to only know how to smile looks so much more painful… please let me cry for you."

He stared at her then began to laugh uncontrollably.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, letting her tears drip onto his crisp white shirt.

When he finally stopped laughing he looked up into her green eyes.

"Please take me away. I want to be swept away…"

He kissed her hand, ignoring the familiar taste of blood.

The bartender turned around. "Hey it's closing ti-" She froze. Where the last two customers had been sitting there were only empty seats and a few sakura petals drifting slowly through the air.

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A/N: If anyone didn't get it, this is Ora from Clover talking to Seishirou from Tokyo Babylon and X. :P I liked the idea of them meeting after death for some reason...