Disclaimer: No, I don't own Wallflower. If I did, there would be more going on than just Kyohei and Sunako stumbling around in denial.
Author's Note: How this was inspired by Sleeping Beauty and Death Note, I do not know. All I do know is that Kyohei is not going have to kiss any strange princesses in this. Enjoy!
Warnings: AU, and as IC as it can be for me. Trying to keep it true but my version of Sunako always has more of a backbone/attitude, so yeah.
Summary: "On the night of his seventeenth birthday, she will come to claim his soul." Everything's all fun and games until you have to gamble for your life with a death god. Kyohei/Sunako

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Songs of a Death God

First Chapter

"Fated to Die"

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For the first time in her life, Sunako ran so hard that the pain in her legs hurt so much they became numb. Her lungs felt strained and her heart felt like it was going to implode inside her ribcage. Still, she did not care, the dread pooling in the pit of her stomach as her feet carried her through the forest, branches snaring her dress and raindrops falling into her eyes. The wind howled mercilessly, but the woman kept running as if it was the only thing keeping her alive. She came upon the opening in between two sturdy oaks, and vaulted over the bush that stood in her way. Instead of sturdy ground, she landed in freezing water, and waded across the shallow river, rocks slicing the soles of her feet to bits. She couldn't feel it though; the adrelanine pounded through her veins, and she pulled herself to shore and kept sprinting.

Blood. She could smell it. Oh dear god, please...

As her feet carried her up the hill, she froze at the sight laid out in front of her. Corpses. By the hundreds. She searched frantically through them with her eyes; there was movement in the center of the pile of dead bodies. A man with raven black hair was dragging himself through the puddles of mud and rust and blood, his legs no longer of use. Sunako could see the trail of blood from here.

He looked up like a deer in headlights when she approached in a flurry of black and white and purple, and even more so when she reached out to help him. He batted her hands away. "No! Keep your hands away from me!"

"Aoi-san, please, let me help you! You're bleeding... oh god..." She murmured, biting her pale pink lips as she reached out once more, and the man swore, but he was too weak to keep her away and found himself laying across her lap. He groaned in pain as she moved away the fabric of his pants to assess the damage. It was too late to do anything about it, really, but Sunako was not one to give up. She tore the bottom of her dress and tied it around the wounds in an effort to stop the bleeding. Even without looking, he could tell it was a failure.

"Sunako... you shouldn't have come." He murmured; she had managed to catch what he said above the roar of the storm and gazed upon him with her soft brown eyes. He thought the pain was getting to him when they briefly flashed purple, but only shook his head. "The... prophecy..."

"I don't care about that! They're wrong about it anyway, help is coming soon!" She cried angrily as she gripped his shoulders so hard her knuckles turned white. "You'll live! And they won't be able to do anything about it!"

"Sunako..." His expression was ridden with pain and sadness as he faltered, but slowly reached up to caress her cheek as he blinked away the raindrops and tears. "You didn't hear all of it, did you?"

"What?" Her delicate fingers wrapped around his hand, and he coughed, shifting in her lap. "What didn't I hear?"

"The prophecy...in full..." Her eyes searched his for answers, and he gave a weak chuckle. "It's not the death gods that kill me..."

"What?" He gave her a melancholy smile as she pulled him closer. "Then what does?"

"Sunako." He didn't answer her, but put both his hands on her cheeks. "I'm sorry."

He leaned in, and pressed his chilly lips to her soft ones in a gentle kiss. Sunako froze at the sensation of electricity running through her and slowly responded, closing her eyes. Aoi pulled back, and gave her one last look. The irises of his eyes were dark and stony, a sharp contrast to the gentle feelings of endearment and love from before. Almost similar to...hatred.

"It's you."

Sunako's blood ran cold as ice.

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"On the night of his seventeenth birthday, she will come to claim his soul."

Kyohei would've pegged it as horribly romantic, if he were a romanticist and death gods weren't actually going to rip his soul when he was the ripe, young age of seventeen. As it were, he was still far too young to think that now, being only five years old, but twelve years down the line, it stuck with him and plagued his dreams every night. Right now, his parents blanched, eyes widened as they stood and stared at the blond woman standing in front of them, kneeled. Her hair fell in waves down her back, her petite figure not made noticeable by the loose black robes she wore, and the cloak on top of it. If she weren't pale as a marble statue with blue lips like that of corpses, she would've been a smashing model. Kyohei wondered what the bandages around her eyes were for.

As it were.

"Surely this must be a joke of sorts." The queen mumbled, shocked. "You can't possibly be serious about death gods coming to kill my son."

"On the contrary, I am entirely serious. He will die." The woman said firmly.

"Who are you to decide where my son lives or dies!?" The king roared, slamming his fist on the arm rest of his throne. "What is this rubbish about fate and destiny!? Is it money you want? A ransom? Are you threatening the heir of the royal family!?"

"I do not decide." She spat out, and the queen and king quieted down. "I am merely the messenger. Feel free to help him escape his fate, but it's not been done since five centuries ago. I can count how many people have managed to escape their deaths on one hand. Do not think that it is simple."

"But it can be done?" The queen asked. How? was the silent question everyone had.

"Yes. You have twelve years, your highnesses. Better not let it be a waste." The woman smirked, and the king snarled as he stood up, waving at the soldiers.

"ARREST THIS WOMAN!" Kyohei clutched his mom's hand as all the men in suits rushed at the woman in the center of the room in an attempt to carry out the orders, but to no avail. The woman stood up and gave the king and queen and eyeless glance, and Kyohei too before she vanished with a loud crack in a dark puff of smoke.

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The rain had long since stopped, but Sunako did not move.

She held loosely onto the limp body in her arms, mud caked on her bare feet and legs, and staining her white dress. The man's skin was pale, his lips blue, and horribly cold. Strangely, hers was too beginning to turn into that pale shade, but she was still breathing. Even stranger was that her mind was perfectly clear, not bogged down by illness or fever, even with mounds of rotting flesh surrounding her. Lifeless. How she felt. The tears had run dry long before dawn, and she could not bring herself to get back up on her feet and walk back to civilization. Surely Aoi didn't keep this a secret from everyone. And if someone did know the prophecy, they would not accept her. They'd hunt her down in an attempt to get revenge for the death of the son of one of the noble families. And what was Sunako? Nothing more than a servant girl. A dispendable life.

She dug her nails into his shoulder and she breathed in sharply, a chill running down her spine. She no longer had a home to go back to.

Strangely, she didn't feel at all sad about that. She shifted, slowly moving the body to the ground as she made to stand up when a harsh wind blew through the clearing. An ominous feeling ran through her and Sunako flung herself around to face the direction that the wind was blowing from. A blond woman stood on a pile of dead bodies, a smirk on a face. Bandages were wrapped around her eyes, but Sunako could somehow tell that they were filled with mirth. The breeze caressed her long blond locks, the cloak fluttering in the wind. A dark aura surrounded her, however, and she looked as lifeless as the bodies in front with her, minus the blood and wounds.

"Well hello there, Nakahara Sunako."

"Who... are you?" Sunako asked, backing away cautiously. The woman laughed gently as she waved her hand.

"My name's not important. You'll have centuries to find out what my name is." She gently leaped off the pile of bodies, yet it seemed as if the wind carried her far to where Sunako stood. It looked effortless for the woman. "The important thing is that you've carried out the first assignment."

"What?" Sunako felt as if it were the new multi-purpose word.

"He would have lived, you know, if you had stayed behind in the village." Was this a guilt-tripping game? Sunako didn't feel up to it.

"Get to the point!" She snapped. A current rippled through the air and the woman held up her hand. Sunako didn't see the purpose of the gesture until the piles of dead soldiers near the woman exploded. She gasped as the woman shook her head.

"Always impatient, newbies." The blond woman cleared her throat. "You do realize that you're no longer alive, right Sunako?"

"What are you talking about, I'm breathing, aren't I?" Sunako retorted as she stared the woman down.

"And what about your pulse?"

"Of course I have a pulse, otherwise..." She pressed a finger to her own neck. Nothing. Sunako touched her own cheek and stared at her fingers. Frigid. "I'd be... dead."

"Enlightened yet?"

"No! Why is it that I have no pulse but I'm still breathing!? It's not like I'm a soul ripped out from its own body! I'm not lying down in the mud like Aoi either! What happened?" She grabbed the woman and shook her.

"You've become a shinigami." At Sunako's confused gaze, she explained. "Dear, you're a death god."

"...What?"

"It makes sense, doesn't it? How else could you kill your one love simply by being near him?"

"But it can't be! I was human!"

"Most death gods were human once."

"Then what changed them!?"

"Circumstance." The woman breathed. "Fate. Destiny."

"I don't believe in that." Sunako growled, but the woman was infinitely patient and only smiled in return.

"You don't have to. Whether or not you believe in it, you have a destiny. And it will carry out."

"Then... how..."

"Come with me." Sunako looked up at the woman, wishing she could see through the bandages. The woman held out a pale hand, and she stared warily at it. "Come with me, and I'll show you. You no longer have a home now that you've become a killer, now do you?"

Sunako faltered for a moment, emotions storming. Still filled with doubts and regrets, she gently took the woman's hand and gazed up with her now piercing and frozen purple eyes.

"No. I don't."

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AND THAT'S THE FIRST CHAPTER.

Please don't let me abandon this fic like I did to my others.

Anyway, tell me what you think. This plot bunny struck me out of nowhere, and I feel guilty for not working on my other stories... so....

Next chapter: Gambling With a Death God