Death sensed it. The very scream of a soul begging to be released into the afterlife. Death simply closed his eyes and felt himself slip way to the soul's location, ready to perform the familiar task.
Even though Death had fulfilled his duties since the beginning of time, he had never felt this way before. There was something unusual about his particular soul. The cries of the other souls were merely mild reminders that they existed, however this soul scream infused Death's entire physical body, until he literally was forced to leave it.
A sense of uneasiness enveloped Death as he approached the scene. No matter how many times he saw it, a corpse was always unsettling. Especially this one, whose various body parts were scattered throughout a wide radius along with metal scraps. The poor guy must have come to a very violent demise.
Death saw it. The soul was staring directly at him; the red ribbon of fate streaming from him. The soul smiled at Death-- the first time that has ever happened. This was the first soul that not been afraid of Death, even with his huge scythe and black robes that hid his face. Another first, Death chose to return and the favor and smiled back. Too bad this soul had to wait until he was dead to smile.
"Hee-chan. . .ano. . .You know, if you wanted to see me, you could have just asked.
Title: The Real Reason Why Heero is always Trying to Blow Himself Up