"Well, I screwed that up quite marvelously," stated Lorud conversationally.
The pale skinned woman with an ankh around her neck agreed. "That you did."
An awkward silence ensured. "So…End of the line, I suppose, Madam?"
The woman, who he assumed to be some incarnation of Death, shook her head. "It's only the death of your heart. You'll be picked up soon enough."
And he was cast back to his body, minus his carotid artery, of course.
"Right. You again," said Luxord, clutching his side where the Keyblade cut him.
"Me again, Lorud."
"It's Luxord, milady."
Another awkward silence, exactly like the first time he met Death. "So…You want lungs this time? Or perhaps a liver?" he joked.
"No, Luxord. You're really dead this time."
Luxord sighed, and took Death's arm in his. "Well, then. If I must die, I don't mind it as much being led to death by such a beautiful woman."
The End of The One Who Gambles with Fate.
AN: Well, this is the first of twelve, MAYBE fourteen if I can work a little BSin' magic. I enjoyed this. He may cheat at cards, but he's smart enough to realize when it's his time. Death is from Sandman, as that form seems…befitting to Death, to use as Death.
Up next is Larxene.
Disclaimer: I am not Tetsuya Nomura. Neither am I Neil Gaimen. I lack certain genitalia to begin with, and happen to be less that legal age. The chance of me owning these is slim to none, and slim just left town. Okay?