Kira's POV

I ran. That was all I could do. If you have ever heard someone say running doesn't solve any thing they were definitely mistaken. When you run you can set your mind on it put all your energy and resolve into gaining that little extra boost of speed. When I run I am

no longer an orphan no longer abused by my foster parents and no longer made to believe I was the scum of the earth for being a "damned coordinator" as my step father so fondly calls me. When I run I'm in an entirely deferent world.

After a seemingly endless void of nothingness that I have the luxury of feeling while I run I finally began to slow to a jog then to a stop. I found myself at a park. As if they had minds of there own my feet began to take me into the gaping darkness the trees blocking the moon light as if to provide sanctuary to the shadows. I soon found myself in front of a statue of a woman holding an infant in her arms. The look on the woman's face was one of content, Content to protect her baby and content to be with the infant.

I almost laughed I was jealous of a statue. Sighing I sat down leaning up against the statue almost as if I was trying join the two of them. I felt my eyes start to water. I had cooled down from my run and the cold had begun to set in and I could begin feel the chilly air prickle my skin. Sobbing I lowered my head into my knees and silently I cried.

I hated this I hated my life. Why did I have to be sitting in a park crying to myself because I was jealous of some damn statue while others only have to worry about school and romance. I had to work two part time jobs just to pay my tuition. I hate people who take for granted what I work so hard for. I just wish they would die.

"OK."

I leapt to my feet franticly searching for the owner of the voice that appeared in my head.

"Who said that!" I exclaimed. I felt my bottom lip begin to tremble

"Why me silly." The voice came again. I felt my eyes widen as a girl who appeared to be no older then me with bright pink hair and a white dress faded into view.

"Wh-who are you." I felt myself quiver in fear. The girl was nearly a head shorter then me. I'm sure from another point of view it would be quite funny.

"Oh I'm sorry where are my manners? I'm Death but you can just call me Lacus it's nice to meet you." She said with a small bow. Oddly enough the first thing that popped into my head was that for death she had some odd taste in cloths.

"The standard outfit was just so dreary I couldn't bear to wear it." She said with a small smile.

"I see do you think you could maybe stop reading my every thought?" I asked wondering if I could prevent something embarrassing from happening. She was pretty cute and I had that teenage hormone problem.

"Sure it wouldn't be a problem thank you for your complement as well." she said brightly

As I felt my face begin to turn red I decided to ask the question that had been on the back of my mind since she announced her identity "

So am I going to die?" I asked casually. I didn't fear death. I most likely would have killed myself I didn't hate giving up as much as I did.

"Of course." Came her unusually enthusiastic reply. "How else would you become a grim reaper?"

Please R&R if I get a large enough response ill keep going

Also please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes. I've tried my best

I do not own Gundam seed or any of the characters