Summary: Saisei. It is a playful town. Whose dead residents like to mess with the living but that's true of the dead in general so in that aspect it is not so special. Saisei. It is a place surrounded by mystery and death.

Hello this is yukicole02. This is a fanfiction inspired by one I read recently.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia I only own my ocs.

Chapter 1

The Two Girls

I am a person surrounded by death. It follows me everywhere and I can find no escape from its grasp. For this reason before my mother took her last breath she named me with a bitter smile on her face.

"You are death. You are Shi"

Saisei.

A small town with a small population. Everyone knows everyone. If you hated someone you kept your mouth shut about it in fear that you get beat up. Outsiders are welcome as long as they don't mess with the balance of the community.

Saisei.

It is cut off from the rest of the world. In fact no one really knows it exist. It is the perfect place for one to hide and get away from civilization.

Saisei.

It is a playful town. Whose dead residents like to mess with the living but that is true of the dead in general so in that aspect it is not special.

Saisei.

It a place surrounded by mystery and death.

Saisei

A young woman opened the door much to Arthur Kirkland's surprise. She had dark skin and messy boy short black hair. She glared at him with her two toned eyes, one navy blue and the other blood red. There were dark circles under her eyes making it apparent that she was probably still half asleep. Much to Arthur's dismay she wasn't wearing proper sleeping wear. She wore a dark blue tank top which revealed a good amount of her chest and black shorts. She gave out a small yawn before finally speaking.

"Good morning do you need something," she asked and despite the polite manner of her words the tone of her voice sounded annoyed and angered.

"Ah yes sorry to disturb you this early morning but I came to welcome you to town," Arthur said messing with the collar of his shirt a bit, "Is there anyone else here or is it just you?"

The woman raised her eyebrows and her mouth seemed to almost form into a smile as if she were about to start laughing. She ruffled up her hair a bit and sighed.

"It's just me," she said her tone seemed to be losing the anger it had when she first spoke, "Would you like to come in Mr. um….?"

"Arthur Kirkland," he said.

"Right well Mr. Kirkland would you like to come in and have some tea," she offered.

"Call me Arthur and I would love some," he said a small smile appearing on his face.

She let him and led him to the kitchen which already had a dining table set up. Arthur sat down in one of the chair looking around. The house was way too well kept for someone who had just moved late yesterday. She came back a moment later and sat in front of him.

"Do you find it interesting?" she asked in an amused tone.

"What do you mean?" Arthur asked.

"The house is so clean and has furniture already," she said, "and I just came yesterday. Late in the afternoon too and yet when did I find the time to set it all up?"

"Miss ummm," he said finally realizing he had never asked her name.

"Don't call me miss. My name is Yuki. Yuki Cole," she said simply.

"Yuki I do not understand why you are saying this," he said.

"The house was like this when I came," Yuki said, "and might I just add it made things a hell of a lot easier for me,"

Arthur stared at her in surprise. Not only was she not freaked out by the strange presence of furniture already in her newly bought house but she was happy. The whistle of the kettle brought Arthur out of his daze and he watched the young female get up and begin to prepare the tea.

"Arthur is there any other reason you are here," she asked.

"Ah yes well," Arthur said not knowing how to put it, "Have you seen anything strange around your house?"

"If you're talking about ghost, spirits, and anything of that kind then yes," she said in a flat tone as she came with two cups of tea and set it on the table.

He surprised at her remark. She said it as if she had been asked that question many times before. It was a weird thought to him to say the least.

"To be honest I was kind of surprised at first but then I almost hit myself since I did buy an old house outside of town," she said laughing a bit.

"So what exactly is it that you do?" he asked.

"I'm a writer," she sighed, "I write ghost stories, tragedies, and things of that nature."

"Ah I see," he said.

They were then met with an awkward silence. The two continued to sip their tea silently the occasional spirit catching Arthur eyes but not seeming to bother Yuki in the slightest.

"You shouldn't let them bother you," she said, "They are harmless. Well you should know that anyway,"

He did know that but unlike her he did not train himself to ignore things that were out of the ordinary. No he had always expressed his surprise in seeing them even if had been for a good 28 years of his life. A small crash from the other room caught the young females attention and she stood up heading to the other room Arthur following not far behind.

In the other room was a girl who looked to be the age of about 17. She was on her hands and knees trying to pick up the shards of the broken glass which seemed to be the remnants of a vase.

"I thought you said you were the only one living here," Arthur said.

"I am," Yuki said, "She's just a ghost that hangs around me. She's just like all the other spirits in the house,"

Arthur looked at Yuki dumbfounded. Even if what she said was true why was it that this girl was so solid? Why did she look more alive than any of the other spirits in the house? Yuki walked over and kneeled down and began to pick up the glass pieces.

"I'm sorry Yuki I didn't mean too," the girl said tears brimming the edge of her eyes.

"I know," Yuki said, "You have to be more careful Adama,"

Arthur's ear twitched a bit at the sound of that name. He was sure that he had heard that name before but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Just go introduce yourself to our guest ok," Yuki said as she continued to pick the glass up with her bare hands.

"Yes Yuki," she said getting up turning to the British man.

Arthur took the time to examine her. Unlike Yuki she was well dressed in a blue dress with a green ribbon around her waist. She gave him a slight curtsey before speaking.

"Hello it is a pleasure to meet you," she said politely, "My name is Adama Kenma,"

"Arthur Kirkland," he said, "If I recall correctly Yuki said you were a ghost,"

"Yes I am," Adama said, "I was murdered,"

"Murdered I see I'm sorry for that," he said.

"You don't have to be," she said waving her hands in front of her, "That just how it happened,"

"Then is Yuki going to avenge you death," he asked curious of the two relationship.

"No I just like being around her," Adama said with a soft smile on her face, "Her presence is calming and soothing to me,"

"Oh I see," Arthur said but sounded a bit doubtful about that, "Well any way I think I should get going before my step brother wakes up,"

"Ah yes well it was a pleasure meeting you," Adama said, "Yuki Mr. Kirkland is leaving,"

"Bye Artie see you around town," Yuki said not looking up from what she was doing.

Arthur's eye brow twitched a bit at the nickname Yuki used the same one an annoying person back at his house uses on a daily bases. He gave out a small huff and walked out the door Adama not far behind him. He walked out the door hearing a final good bye and the door close behind him. He walked a bit farther before turning back to look at the house one last time. When he did he saw and ominous shadow standing there and when it turned toward him all Arthur saw was a large smile. After that it disappeared as if it was never there to begin with. Arthur rubbed his temple trying to convince himself that he was only seeing things but that was going to be impossible.

This was Saisei after all.

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