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AN: This had been bugging me for a while, I do hope you will enjoy, and REVIEW.
White. A world of white. That could be the only discription. Up, down, left and right, was pure white, just like a blizzard in the middle of Antarctica. But there were no shadows, shapes outlines, only the empty white world.
"Brother," Sei smiled at Aoba and pulled him into a hug,"you are so stupid."
"Sei?" Aoba breathed disbelievingly,"You're dead."
"So I am," Sei stopped gave Aoba a serious look,"But then, so are you."
Aoba's eyes widened,"What do you-"
"Congragu-fucking-lations. You died again!"Sei cut Aoba off mid-sentence,"There are some people who wish to speak with you, come on!"
Sei grabbed Aoba's hand and pulled him down a hallway. Aoba wondered where it had come from. The hall was lined with candles. Sei pulled Aoba to a door. It was in-scripted with the words. Eht truoc fo tnemegduj stiawa.
"The court of judgement awaits?" Aoba spoke," It's written backwards."
"You can be so smart, yet so stupid," Sei shook his head," Go in," Commanded Sei.
Sei sighed as he watched his brother go through the door.
"Perhaps, maybe, he can save everyone this time...maybe even me," Sei smiled and vanished, fading into air, his task was complete.
Aoba would meet the council of the dead.
Aoba opened the door, and a wind pulled at him. With a shreik, Aoba found himself pulled by the front of his shirt by an invisible force. Soon he found his body in a wooden chair. Nothing elaborate, just a chair. A normal wooden chair.
Looking up slightly, Aoba saw seven, no eight people. The last whispering into the eldest- looking's ear.
"Excuse me," Aoba called," Why am I here?"
"Why?" The youngest looking of the council an eighteen year old roughly looked at Aoba,"because you died, again.You failed, again.And now we are attempting to determine how to send you back without you dying!" The youngest thought, "Moron!" he yelled as an afterthought.
"Peace Shiro," The eldest chided," It is hardly the boy's fault, he cannot remember his past attempts, nor ever being here."
"Then why don't we sent him back with his goddamn memories!" Shiro roared.
Aoba was thoroughly confused, had he been here before?! What was happening? Where would they send him?
The other seven people looked at Shiro. There expressions ranged from thoughtful to amazed.
"That is a wise idea,Shiro," The eldest smiled, and perhaps..." the eldest whispered to her comrades. Soon they were all in agreement.
"Aoba Seragaki, it has been judged you to be sent back with all memories of previous attempts to stop Toue, free Sei, and of your deaths. Also..."Shiro smiled and Sei appeared beside him.
Sei smiled and waved to his brother.
"Sei's going to be able to speak in your head, telepathically I is also going back with you. Listen to him. He's a smart guy, okay?" Shiro smiled at Aoba, who nodded back," Okay. Aoba you will also have a amulet, gifted to you from the spirits, I think you'll find it very, useful." Shiro smiled,"We will watch over you..."
Around Aoba's neck a amulet appeared. The amulet had a obsidian stone in the center surrounded by a silver setting engraved with the words detcetorp yb eht stirips. It was Protected by the spirits written backwards. The amulet was but around Aoba's neck by use of a silver chain.
"...and now, farewell!"Shiro cried and a white light surrounded Aoba and Sei. They were going back. This time, they would do everything right, with a little help from the spirits.