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Hi again.
Hey!! Hey, sit down! It's okay, it's okay; I'm not gonna hurt you, guy.
Remember me from the other day? You saw me when you were docking--- flew right
through me, in fact. I'm okay though--- I wasn't really there enough to
be hurt. See? No damage!
So..... you think you're seeing things, do you? You do that a lot??
Considering how much you've downed of that bottle I wouldn't be surprised if you
did. But I'm really here, you know..... as much as I can be
anywhere among the living, anyway.
Here, lemmee have some of that. Whups, you almost dropped it!.....
I guess I don't really blame you for being shook. I would've been, too, if
I'd seen somebody like me when I was alive. But I guess that's why I'm here, you
know?
No--- of course you don't..... But you will.
HAH!!! GOT IT!! Not fast enough, guy--- this bottle is mine, now.....
Whoo, that's good stuff! Y'know, I always thought that when I was dead that'd be
one of the things I'd miss the most--- eating, drinking, that sort of rot. Funny
how things turn out, isn't it?
Oh hell, quit freaking out. And put that gun away--- you might be able to
hurt me, but I'd heal so quick you wouldn't believe it. And you might not
be able to..... I'm only about half here, y'see. That's my little talent-----
being able to step part-way from my world to yours, with one foot in the grave
and one on your doorstep. Or on your hanger floor, if you wanna be accurate
about it, I guess.
Speaking of hangers..... That's some, uh, CRAFT you've got there. So
that's what they look like, huh? Me and the others, we've heard a lot
about 'em, but I've never actually seen one up close. My job usually takes me to
the other end of the war--- you're a survivor, and the guys I
usually see *aren't.* I'm not trying to be funny or anything; that's just how it
is.
See, this is what I was told when I was recruited: Sometimes people just
don't die right. Sometimes they get stuck, or confused, or something
Sure wish I didn't.
But anyway..... Here; you'd better take this. Wouldn't do for me to get drunk
right now--- it's too hard stepping back across the distance when you're plowed.
C'mon, take it--- I'm not gonna bite you. See? I'm just a ghost.
Well, not just a ghost. The people I deal with here in the living
world, they're just ghosts, poor slobs. Half the time they don't even
realize they're dead, and that's pretty pathetic. But y'know, when you've just
kicked the bucket after lying around for a couple of hours with half your brain
caved in, you're not gonna see things too straight.
Sad. Really, really sad; and sometimes I feel bad about what we do. I mean,
we don't come here looking to make those poor suckers *live* again--- people
like me show up to shove reality in their faces. We explain what's happened to
them, fix stuff if it needs fixing..... which it usually does.... Most of the
time ghosts can get away with their pretend lives only so long as it takes them
to screw things up and become conspicuous.
We can't just be nice guys and say "Awwww, we're sorry you're dead--- here,
you can go live again now. Have a nice day!" Hell no. We take away the pathetic
remnants of life that they're clinging to so desperately, and we push them over
the edge.
Into the void. You know, death.
We do what we have to, me, my partner, the rest of us operatives. Of course, it helps knowing that there's something waiting for the ones we come for, out there beyond the void..... That it's not just oblivion waiting for them. We know that--- who better?--- and it makes the job a little easier.
Y'see, there's gotta be a balance. The dead belong with the dead, and the living belong with the living. The more that gets screwed up, the worse it gets for both worlds--- the more people just fall through the cracks and get lost. That's why we're around..... We patch the cracks, and we try to catch the ones that fall. We've been there, most of us.....
I guess there's another upside to the job, too; I've seen what happens to
ghosts if they're left too long in the world. Most of 'em degenerate into
mindless, hungry things--- nothing but a bunch of desires wrapped in the shell
of a soul, eaten away from the inside out by madness. Horrible. Human beings
just aren't built to endure as ghosts for more than a century or two.
Huh; by the look on your face you're wondering about me.....
Well.....
When you get recruited, things change. I guess something in me was allowed to
get stronger, made different so that all these years just don't hit me like they
would any other dead man. I don't mind it when I realize how old I am, or how
old I would be if I were alive; it just doesn't matter. How old am
I? Uhhhhhh......
Never mind. Doesn't matter.
Pass me that bottle again, would you?...... Thanks. Whooooo.... Me, I got
killed in a stupid little skirmish in a war back on Earth that you probably
don't even know about. And you know what still pisses me off about it? It wasn't
even called a war at first; they called it a 'police action.' Well, when
you're getting mowed down by bullets you don't give a fat damn WHAT they call
it--- you're D-E-A-D, dead, and that oughta be the end of it. You should be able
to move on.
Only..... I didn't. I kept wandering back and forth, back and forth, confused
as hell, in and out of both worlds. I was driving the guys in charge out of
their goddamned MINDS, you know? So finally a couple of them caught up with me
and explained what had happened, and told me about what they did..... and
offered me a job. After some training.....
It's been pretty cool, really. I mean, I'd have rather stayed alive, of
course!! But.....
Back at the District things aren't bad; you've got people in charge, guys
you'd just as soon not work with, budds you hang out with, pretty girls to stare
at, all that sort of thing. It's a job--- but it's a purpose, too. Just like
what you do, right? I mean, you don't fly missions in those huge
monsters just for a steady paycheck, do ya?
Heh. Thought not. Here, guy---- Ah shit, the bottle's empty! I'm really
sorry, man..... Oh, you gotta 'nother? Good deal. Well, here's to life and death
and all the stuff inbetween!.........
Good stuff.
..... I guess you're wondering why I stopped in tonight. I said I'd tell you,
and I guess I oughta. But hell, it's kinda hard.....
Okay. I told you I had this little talent for being in both worlds, right?
Right. Well, when I'm in both worlds at the same time I can see
into both of them at once, too. I don't do it much--- it's fucking
confusing, man. But--- sometimes I can tell things about people by
looking at them both ways at once.
Things like..... well.....
You've got this look all over you, guy. And I know what it is.
I've seen it before, on people whose number was just about up. Saw it about two
weeks ago back on earth--- me and my partner were over in some ruins in the old
Sanc Kingdom area, looking for some sort of spirit that was draining the life
from the locals. There was this old man; he wasn't in bad shape or anything, but
he had that look all over him, and the next thing you know he ends
up under the wheels of a truck loaded down with scrap metal. Dead as a doorknob.
I've seen it before on all sorts of people, but the one thing they have in
common is that they ALL bought the farm pretty soon afterwards.
.....Huh..... you're taking it a hell of a lot calmer than I thought
you would..... I guess after you've fought long enough, the prospect of dying
just doesn't faze you much, hm? I remember.....
Wow--- you *spoke!* Thought the cat had got your tongue for a while
there. 'When?' Hell, *I* dunno! Wish I could tell you, flyboy. I just know it'll
be soon.
'Why am I telling you this?'
Well....... there's lots of reasons, really.
Y'know, I'm gonna catch nine kinds of hell when my bosses find out that I
went and told a living soul about us, and about the fact that he was gonna buy
it soon. But..... I was a soldier too. And besides-----
----- You kinda remind me of me, back when I was alive. Same
cocky attitude, same shit-eating grin and all. 'Course I didn't have hair
like that--- I know some women that'd KILL to have hair like that! Bet they love
to play with it..... Heh.
There's this, too..... you've got talent. Possibilities..... potential. When
I looked at you from both worlds I could see *your* abilities shining through---
I don't know what they are, but there's something there, something really
strong.
So--- I just wanted you to know about us, and about what's coming up for you.
Y'see, there's room for you with us, if you want to try
this when your time's up. I think you'd do a hell of a lot of good.
Hey now, don't panic--- you're looking pretty shaky there. Have another
drink..... Don't drink it *all*, you ass! Pass it on over. Thanks.
Yeah--- I think you'd do pretty damned well at the District. Why not? I mean,
when you get snuffed you can always head on up and out if you want to..... I
know some of the stuff you've done; you've been fighting since you weren't much
more than a kid, am I right? You flew the first version of that monster craft of
yours when you were just fifteen, and that was quite a while ago. You deserve
some peace, if that's what you really want.
But if you don't..... If you want to keep on fighting, only for a
different cause..... Not peace on a big scale this time--- peace on an
individual scale, one soul at a time.....
Heh..... you've got that 'new challenge' look in your eyes. Thought
that'd catch your attention.
Anyway, I'm gonna keep hanging around, watching. You won't see me--- I won't
bug you or anything--- but when you buy the farm, I'll be there. And if you
wanna go try this gig out, I'll play recruiter.
I'd better go now..... Much more of this shit and I'll be too fucking
polluted to find my way out of a paper bag, much less from the world of the
living to the world of the dead.....
'What's it like?' You mean being an operative, dying, or just plain
being dead? That oughta be obvious. Dying is a son-of-a-bitch; being dead's a
cakewalk. It's when you're dying that you regret all the stuff you didn't do,
and you feel horrible about how much pain and grief your death's gonna leave
behind you; you think about how much it hurts and all that, and yet you want it
to go on so's you know you're still alive.....
But being dead is easy. And being one of us, well..... Hell,
flyboy, you already call yourself by the right name! That's what got my
attention, y'know--- I just *had* to see the damned fool that was calling
himself a 'god of death!'
Shit, man, you're already half-way there, what with a name like that. You're
already almost one of us.
Gonna head on now while I can still walk. Thanks for the whisky and for not
running screaming all over the place, okay? And.....
..... when you end up in a battle you can't get out of, I'll be there,
waiting. If you want peace, I'll understand, and I'll escourt you all the way to
the gate. But if you want to keep fighting--- well hell, I'm game for that
too.
Seeya later, flyboy.
Don't be a stranger.
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1. Shinigami: Ghost In the Machine
2. Shinigami: "As Ye Sow....."
3. Shinigami: Giant's Dance
Well? If my furry, fangy muse makes me, I'll have to write 'em anyway--- but I'd like to know if there's anyone out there who wants to read another Yami No Matsuei story that DOESN'T revolve around How-Person-A-Feels-About-Person-B-And-The-Traumatic-Display-Of-Their-True-Affections-With-Accompanying-Violins. No disrespect to those who write said stories--- I read 'em, I write 'em, I review 'em, & I like 'em! (most of the time.) But there's an awful lot of those on the net, no matter the genre or the gender (and, by the way, I've no problem at all with tasteful yaoi or shonen ai; whatever floats your boat, as they say..... though I reserve the right to make the above-mentioned characters severely heterosexual because they're just too bishounen to give up. Nyahh, nyahhh!). I just want to know if anybody's interested in this type of thing. I'm listening........ Ysabet, Spreading Mayhem and Malarkey Wherever She Treads, Just Like a Huge Ferret (Poing! Poing! Stay good, Riff!)
Shinigami: Ghost In The Machine
By
Ysabet