Disclaimer: Don't own DN Angel.

SORRY for starting so many fics, when I didn't even finish one! Ugh, well please review. And please be patient!

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"NO!"

"Just once Yumi! C'mon!"

"Nononononononono!" Yumi placed her fingers in her ears. Hotaru frowned, and tugged on her arm. "Yumi, it's a dare! And you can't reject dares!"

"Oh yes I can!" Yumi responded, fingers still stuck in her ears. Hotaru grabbed her arm. "If you accept it, I'll give you all my chocolate truffles."

Yumi perked up. "Really?" She asked, eyes scanning Hotaru's face. Hotaru nodded.

"Well in that case," Yumi let her fingers drop. Hotaru's face lit up. "Yes! Yumi, you won't regret this!" Hotaru laughed.

Reluctantly, Yumi let Hotaru drag her to 133 Terrace avenue.

A huge Victorian house towered over a large unkempt yard, cobwebs decorating it and creaky shutters sagging with age.

Yumi shuddered. Hotaru ushered her down the stony path. "This is where I leave you! Remember! You have to spend 2 hours there! Okie dokie? See you later!" Hotaru sped down the path.

Yumi looked back, regreting her decision. She waved half-heartedly to the excited Hotaru, and gripped the doorknob. It swayed and landed on her foot.

"OW!" Yumi screamed, clutching her foot. Cursing, she kicked the door. Ignoring Hotaru's laughter, she entered the house.

Hotaru's smile dropped a bit. I can't believe she did it! Hotaru thought. Well, better tell the girls about this! Smiling happily, Hotaru skipped down the sidewalk, leaving Yumi in the dark house.

Yumi shivered. It was daylight, and the house was still creepy. The decor was peeling, stairs thickly coated with dust. Amazingly, the chandiliers were still on. Electric lights..Yumi thought.

She searched the house, trying to find a comfortable place where bats wouldn't swoop at her and unindentifiable objects jump at her.

She settled near the top of the stairs. After a few minutes, she huffed. It was so cold, was their anything to keep her warm? She stood up, venturing deeper into the house. Finally, she found an old candle wick and some matches.

She lit the candle, warming her hands. Just like the little match girl...Yumi rubbed her now warm hands on her arms.

Yumi grabbed the candle, deciding to explore the house a little, to pass the time. She visited room after room, amusing herself with made up stories about the occupants that lived there.

Maybe this room belonged to a serial killer...Yumi thought, then smacked herself. Stupid! Way to go, you just scared yourself...Yumi mentally scowled. As hard as she tried, she couldn't get the serial killer out of her head.

Suddenly, something came flying towards her. Screaming, Yumi jumped, dropping her candle, shielding her head with her arms.

"A bat?" She said outloud, watching the furry bat fly out the window. Yumi shrugged, then searched for her candle.

She stopped dead, flames were starting to grow, eating the rotten wood, licking the curtains. Yumi backed away, horrified, into a wooden dresser.

She searched for an exit, heart dropping to see the flames block the door. Hurriedly, she ran to the window and peered out. "Oh my gosh..." Yumi's eyes bulged to see the distance. It was like a hundred feet away.

Only one thing to do...Yumi opened her mouth. "HELP! HELP! FIRE!" She screamed.

"HELP! HEL-" Yumi coughed, as the smoke started to blind her. "HELP! help..." Dazed, she tripped, landing flat on her back. She struggled to get up.

"Someone...help me..." Yumi's vision blurred, as the smoke and the flames got closer...and closer...

Searing pain rippled through her body, then her vision turned to black.

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"Where...am I?" Yumi thought. She was in a long stretch of darkness, with nothing and no one to help her recognize her surroundings. A huge figure took shape in the darkness, revealing a hooded man.

"Who are you?" Yumi questioned. The figure ignored her question. "Yumi Yamaguchi, dead at 16, died in a fire, because of a foolish dare."

Yumi felt her face burn up. "What are you talking about?" She demanded. "I'm not dead!"

The figure shook his head. "You are dead. At least in this world." Here he motioned at a large mirror, revealing a funeral service.

Yumi rushed forward, pressing her face against the glass. "Is that my..." She stopped.

The man motioned again, the mirror blurred, then revealed another scene. It was an ambulance, rushing towards the hospital, nurses and doctors rushed her to the Emergency ward, working frantically to save the patient. The sensor taking track of her heart, started beeping out.

Then it stopped.

The mirror zoomed in towards the patient. Yumi pressed her face harder against the glass, then she gasped.

It was her, burns covering her face. Her fists were tightly clenched, suddenly loosening as the sensor stopped beeping.

Tears trailed down Yumi's face. "I'm...I'm..." She struggled.

"That's right. You, Yumi Yamaguchi, is dead."

"It can't be-" Yumi stopped, burying her face in her hands, harsh sobs grating from her soul. "I had a life, I had friends, I had family." Yumi gulped.

"Not any more you don't. Why? Lost everything in a foolish dare, because of that you must pay the price." The man regarded her mysteriously.

Yumi's response was more sobs. "So I'm just going to be doomed to wander?" She asked, dreading the answer.

"No. You will be condemned to be a shinigami."

Yumi stopped crying. "But I thought only suicidal people became shingami." She said, daring to hope.

"Technically, you accepted the dare, so you planned out your own death." The man drew close to Yumi. Yumi shivered.

"Relax, this won't hurt a bit." He rested a gloved hand on Yumi's forehead.

"Yumi Yamaguchi, you will no longer be the person you once were." His hand started pulsing with a strange light, then the light ended. He drew back his hand.

"You will be a shinigami, always and forever."

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