A/N I would like to think that this from Tatsumi's point of view, but it would really fit with any shinigami. This little ramble came to me on a mere whim, and was written really quickly so, my apologies if it sucks.
When Death comes knocking on your door, how will you react? Will you cower in the light, jumping at every shadow that seems to reach out to you until Death finally snatches you? Will you fall to your knees, tears streaking your cheeks, and blubber out last words? Or will you gaze upon Death with acceptance in your eye? Will you walk over to Death with steady, confident steps and grasp its hand? Will you pass with no regrets, or will you stubbornly remain, clinging to Life as an empty husk of what you once were? Will you be missed, or will your final breaths reek of loneliness and abandonment, empty eyes glazed with sorrow.
Death is no trifle toy to be played with, and when the time comes, you too will be sucked into the shadow realm, whether you reach an oasis or vast plains of hungry flames is not for Death to answer. Death is a messenger, carrying the souls of all to the other side, it does not mingle in matters that are not its own. It comes in a vast amount of forms, from blood thirsty murderers wielding sharpened knives, to peanut allergies. Death has always been there, for as long as there was Life, there was Death. Life is fragile, delicate, much like the skin of humanity, but Death, Death is the strongest of forces, the final ultimatum. No one being can escape its grasping hands for long, and soon joins its forces.
It is the process of dieing that is hated, it is often messy and dramatic, but Death is free, and also freedom for some. Death is merciful and quiet, a river of never ending silence. Trust me, I know, for I am one of death's forces, the shinigami.
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