CHAPTER 1

" You're near it. "
" . . . Near? "
"Dead. "
Those words hit Jyushi's head like tons of bullets right through his brain.
Raindrops started to falls, blood wouldn't stop bleeding. He's sitting there, the soilder, in the dark corner with a big wound on his chest, mumbling something before started to laugh.
" Dead? . . . What are you talking about? "
He looked up at the tall man standing in front of him, all in black with the hoodie covered most of his face, can't really get a clear look of it. The most clear thing he can see, is the scythe. The big scythe the man is holding. It seems to be real.
The silence covered the corner. Jyushi seems to finally get the right idea of what the man just said. He puts his hand of his chest, trying to speak out the words as the blood seems wanting to chokes out of his mouth.
" That's so? . . . I guess I am. This is how I am going to die, heh? What a shame. "
The shinigami looks down at him with those cold, souless eyes, holding the deadly scythe just wanting to end this poor life quick to end his work already. But something, something seems to preventing his hand from sliding this scythe down to that head. Instead, he've been standing here waiting for something.
" I haven't revenge for her yet. . . What a shame indeed. . . Hey, you must be the shinigami? "
" Hm? "
It's not weird to hear these words, he've been working for so long, been in so many situation. But the shinigami couldn't help himself to keep looking that Jyushi. He's still waiting.
" Nice to meet you, ! . . . Please, if I'm really going to die here, would you do me a favor ? "
His expression haven't change. But, it's very surprising to hear this. His job, as a shinigami, these words are like, something very new to him. He didn't asnwer the question. But he's still waiting.
The soldier as well, waited for a signal. A nod, an answer. But the respond was silence. He thought to himself, how stupid to ask a shinigami to help him something like this. But he couldn't stop these words, like it's being ripped out of his mouth.
" If I die here, please . . ."

" Revenge for Homura-san, ! Please kill those war criminals, ends the people's suffer, and help me revenge for her dead, please . . . ?"
His face finally changed, to a disbelive face.
Asking for a shinigami to do such thing. Is this man for real now? But . . . what makes him really can't understand, is how bright he's smiling right now after those words. Those words of justice, althought its full of himself, from a man is close to his end.
This is the first time ever, in so many centuries of working as a shingami, he've never been in such a situation like this.
His expression changed again, Ichigami's responding with a big laugh. He holds tight his hoodie while laughing, actually find this very amusing.
" Young man, do you wish to live? " He asked, without knowing it. It just slipped out his mouth.
" Eh ? "
Jyushi got all confused, looking up, trying to get a clear view of the man's face. But he already know what he should, no, what he want to say.
" I guess. . . No, of couse I am. More than anything. I'll exchange everything, just to continue to live to revenge for Homura-san! "
He yelled out, loud and clear the words from deep in his heart despite the wounds is hurting him like bulls. There's no doubt in his answer.
Ichigami, he finally took off his hoodie. Even in such dark Jyushi still can sees his grey hair, and such catchy purple eyes.
Ichi kneels down, grabs tight of Jyushi's neck, looks deeply into his eyes with his right hand holding the scythe lifting up his chin, making sure that the soldier undertand all of these words he's about to say.
" Then, make a contract with me, young man. I'll gain you your wish, to live on. However, in exchange you will lose all of your emotions. You'll be in the statement between dead and life, you can't die, but it isn't living either. Will you accept it? "
Without a second of thinking, Jyushi fast grabbed Ichi's hands with both hands and answer it clearly
" I will ! "

This is it, there's no turning back anymore. But this might be worth it, something interesting might finally happen in Ichi's boring daily routine everyday, every months, every years. Every centuries.
Pushing the scythe a little deeper in to Jyushi's neck, the blood starts to drip down on it. A weird dark purple aura appears, makes the air around them seems to get colder every second.
" The contract have been signed. "
The shinigami smirks, looking right into Jyushi's determinated eyes, and something else seems have been lighten in it. Maybe it's hope.
" Thanks you, thanks you so much! Please take care of me from now on, ! "
Jyushi left a bright smile on his face before fainting.

He can feel his heart skipped a beat. Even though he doesn't even have one anymore.