|| Please bare with me as this is my first time using Fan Fiction. I was really inspired by the anime Death Parade and wanted to write some fan fiction. This will be a semi-short story, quite a few chapters. I do have a habit of making my stories really drama/romantic focused, so don't put those tissues away just yet haha. Also, I'm not entirely aware of how Japan's communication works nor do I have deep knowledge on anime in general, so if I mess up on a few things, please let me know.

Thanks again, I hope ya'll enjoy! ||

Decim bowed politely as he released the two guests that had entered Quindecim for their judgement. As the elevator closed, he was left alone in the silence of his bar. Quietly, he made his way back to the table and cleaned up the mess his previous guests had made. Glass was strune everywhere, littering the floor and tables. His previous guests were even more distraught than normal. A fight had broken out amongst them, which escalated rapidly. Normally Decim would allow events to unravel without interruption, but he felt the urge to remove an important matter, Chiyuki's mannequin, which sat quietly in the center bar. Within the disruption earlier, Decim quickly and quietly transported Chiyuki's model into a separate room with his spider thread, as his guests nearly tore his bar apart.

After he finished cleaning, he went to move her back to the chair where he normally presented her. Her mannequin had become his top priority, caring for her and displaying her within the center bar. He had put great detail into her, right down to her beautiful green necklace. Her hair was the same raven black color with the hint of the white streak in her bangs. But Decim's favorite feature of Chiyuki was her smile, the smile that sparked such a wide range of emotions within his stone cold heart. He cherished her smile, and chiseled it to be as close to the same smile as Chiyuki's.

He carried her mannequin bridal style back into the bar and placed her gently in the chair.

"I'm terribly sorry you had to be put in there, our guests were quite distraught." he said, nearly a whisper as he fixed her body into the proper position. Her cold wooden eyes glazed outward, away from his. As hard as he tried to make her look as close to his original Chiyuki, he couldn't do much about her eyes. Her violet eyes were far more beautiful than what he could ever possibly create.

As he finished assembling her, a knock repped from down the hall. Decim turned to see Nona making her way towards him.

"Good evening Nona-san." he bowed stiffly.

"Hello Decim" she mused as she hopped on the bar stool closest to him.

"What may I help you with?" Decim asked politely, as he finished putting Chiyuki's Chavvot dolls upon her lap with his thread.

Nona eyed him suspiciously, as she watched him tend to the mannequin. She couldn't fully understand why he cherished the dummy as much as he did. And honestly, he was quite creepy about it.

"I came to check on you. Quin and I cut your judgements down since the…" she eyed the dummy once more before continuing, "recent events with the Dark Haired Woman-"

"Chiyuki." Decim corrected her, his face solemn.

"Yes. Chiyuki." Nona muttered, annoyed by his correction.

"I wanted to know how things have been going since then. How have your judgements been going." she finished her sentence coldly, eyeing him sternly. Nona knew how different Decim's judgements often were, which she had been allowing to go unnoticed until now. Oculus had now begun spying more recently on the matters upon them and she needed to get all the details. She couldn't allow Decim to lose his composure as an arbiter.

"Everything has been going smoothly, Nano-san. Thank you for your concern."

"Do not get soft, Decim. We are Arbiters, we judge the darkness within the souls of humans. I can't have you sending everyone for reincarnation. The Earth is already over populated." her voice was cold, as she gazed at him.

Decim nodded silently.

"I will pay closer attention."

Nona nodded, before glancing at Chiyuki's mannequin. Her face softened.

"Did you love her?" she asked softly.

Decim was taken aback by her question. Shortly before, she was all business but now she decided to wade through his personal intentions.

Silence filled the room as Decim tried to figure out what exactly he felt for Chiyuki. What he felt while she was alive was something he had never felt before. She caused him an avalanche of emotions to flood through him all within the few months she had stayed with him. He was lost for words.

"I'm terribly sorry, Nona-san, I do not understand what I had felt for Chiyuki…All I am aware of is that she was very special too me."

He trailed off, his eyes hooded as he glanced at Chiyuki's mannequin once more.

Nona nodded quietly.

"I know she meant alot to you. Maybe someday you'll meet her again."

Decim continued eyeing Chiyuki's model as Nona made her way towards the elevator.

"Miracles can happen, Decim." She echoed down the hall, which was followed by a mischievous giggle.