I followed my father through the never ending whiteness, he said he was taking me where I was supposed to be the first time I died.
"So, what have you been doing for four years?" I asked my dad while i stepped on the white texterless [Is that a word?] floors, slightly letting my right hand sway at my side to see if there were any walls but when mt fingers touched nothing i steadied my arm letting it rest at my side.
"I've been working on my mission." My father told me while he adverted his dark brown eyes to look at me while I looked around for any sign of color.
"What mission?" I asked while tugging on Winry's baby blue sweat shirt...I kind of miss her.
"Sometimes when people die they didn't get a chance to fulfill what they were supposed to do when they were alive, so they turn into spirits and wonder around the earth and try to do what they never had the chance to do." My dad explained, his head leaning from side to side here and there, he always used-I mean always does that when he is thinking.
"So what was your mission then?" I asked while lifting my head up to look at my tall father, catching a small smile form on his lightly tanned skin.
"You were my first child, I never got a chance to be a father, that's probably why you were always so..depressed about my death because I left not being able to be the dad I was supposed to be."
My head tilted to the side and I raised an eyebrow towards the white sky. What does he mean he never got the chance to be a father?
"But you were a great dad." I protested, snapping at my father a bit. I didn't want to sound mean but I was just mad that god or whoever makes these 'missions' would think other wise.
My dad sighed a bit before scratching the top of his head, rearranging his dark brown hair.
"Maybe so but when I died even though you didn't feel it you were mad at me for leaving." My dad said while moving his head away to look at something shining coming from the right corner. It was a small twinkle at the moment but it looked amazing, safe, welcoming almost.
I stared at the hypnotizing light and thought for a moment about what my dad had to say.
"Well..Now that I'm here and you've explained everything to me does that mean your mission is over?" I asked while my eyes squinted a bit from the now very bright doorway that was starting to get closer. My father quickened his pace a bit and seeing that he has bigger feet and longer legs than I, I had to do a slow jog to keep up.
"Your mission ends when you've either completed it or the person who is your 'mission' dies." My eyes went wide for a moment while I lifted my hand to my chin so I could go into deeper thought.
"So when I died in my world did your mission end?" I asked before slightly gasping when a giant glowing door stood in front of us. The frame was a thick looking gold and the doors were nickle with vines indented all over the door creating a beautiful picture. My eyes shifted down to look at the gold door knob which was being grasped by my fathers large hand.
"It's not important anymore Ginga! We can be together now and be happy forever with grandpa and grandma!" My father said before opening the large door. I had to cover my eyes with my arm because whatever came from behind the door was almost brighter than the sun.
"Ginga." I heard my father call my name while he grabbed my arm and pulled it away from my face, making me follow him into the gate.
"Ginga welcome home!" My father said while he pulled me through the door. As soon as the door closed shut it twisted and twisted until it was deformed and no longer looked like a door that is when the door bent down and jumped up so high into the baby blue sky, giving off a little twinkle while it disappeared into the atmosphere.
My mind swirled with confusion before I turned my head around, my eyes went so wide I thought my eyes would pop out. Here I was standing next to my father looking at a little town full of hundreds of people. All the buildings were white with gold frames and doors and there were people flying through the sky and others who were running around in white dresses and white t-shirts, and jeans.
I gave out a confused squeak while I looked at the ground and let my shoes trace the cracks in the red brick that were laid out into roads.
"I know you will really like it here!" My father said while tugging on my hand making me follow him through the crowd of beautiful looking people.
"We better get you to the capital so we can get you registered then I will show you around town, maybe you will meet some people?" My father said excitedly while he dragged me through the crowed like a little boy who was going to show his best friend an awesome secret hiding spot he found.
"I-Uh-I" I had no clue what to say. This was all so much! Everything was so different and this only made me wonder how many more worlds are there!
I dodged peoples bodies for a few minutes, taking in all the stores and parks before we reached a large building that looked like the white house in Washington D.C. except this building had a water fountain with the statue of an old looking guy holding a book, water spilling out of pipes coming from either side of him.
"This is the capital building, where everything is taken care of and where people go if you ever need help." My father informed me while we walked up the large stairs then into the building.
Now I've never been into the white house but I'm pretty sure it looks nothing like this. The first floor was just a large open area with a bunch of office desks set up all along the walls with professional looking men and woman set up behind each and everyone. There were two gold stair cases that led to the second floor which I could see from the first floor because there were balconies all along the second floor.
I was so engrossed in all of this that I didn't notice my dad pull me up to a desk where a young looking woman sat.
"Hello Martha, this is my daughter Ginga, she just uh...died and I would like to register her." My father yapped with the lady for a moment while I sank into a chair that was placed next to the desk.
"This is too much for me...I wanna go home." I thought quietly, tears pooling in the corner of my eyes.
"I'm not supposed to be here..And what about Ed?" I asked myself before I turned my head and looked over at the lady who was filling out some papers.
"Uh excuse me.." I said quietly while standing up and walking over to stand next to my father.
"Don't worry I will schedule an appointment for her." The lady said while scribbling some more words down.
"Excuse me." I said more firmly this time but the two adults still ignored me.
"Thanks Martha that would be great." My father said while watching the lady cluster words together on the paper.
"Excuse me!" I yelled, my hands balling into fists. The room went a little quiet and my father, the lady, and a few other people turned their attention to watch me throw my tantrum.
I was mad, confused, and scared I had no patience any more.
"I would like to go back please!" I snapped which made the Lady's blue eyes go a little wide.
"I'm sorry sweetie but you cant go back, you died." The woman said softly, probably thinking I was in denial which I was.
"I didn't die!" I yelled at the top of my lungs and everybody in the room stopped at put their gazes on me, whispering probably about how I was a freak to the people standing next to them.
"I died back in my original world but I was put into a different world where I disappeared, I didn't die!" I repeated myself. My father looked at me for a moment with a cocked eyebrow.
"What do you mean you disappeared, that's not possible." My father said quietly. Oh my gosh I'm in some dead peoples world and they don't believe I disappear?
"I don't recall getting killed, or dying. I was laying in the grass and my body was deteriorating." I said before Turing to look at the woman who was now dialing a number on some weird looking phone, it looked like a cross between an old fashioned phone and a horn.
"Yes, hello, Sherman this is Martha I kinda have an emergency for you.." Maratha droned off and listened for a minute before hanging up the phone then turning to me.
"Sweetie I'm going to send you to the uh..boss Sherman so we can try to figure things out." Martha said before standing up and placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Why don't you just follow me and I will escort you to his office?" I nodded my head before turning around and looking at my father, allowing the pushy woman to lead me up to the third floor and into a fancy looking hallway with one door at the end. It was pure gold and hand the name Sherman Pool engraved on it.
The lady knocked on the door and backed away when it opened.
"He should take care of everything so don't worry." Martha said before turning around and scurrying away, her heels clicking against the marble floor while she disappeared, leaving me all alone.
"Well, here goes nothing." I said quietly to myself before walking into the room, closing the door behind me then turning around to meet the face of a lanky old man with a bald head sitting at his desk wearing a gold and black tux.
"You must be Ginga Jason?" The man asked in a low voice. I nodded my head before tightly grasping the bottom of the sweat shirt I was wearing.
"Don't be shy, why don't you sit down?" The guy asked while standing up and walking to the front of his desk, watching me while I slowly inched over to the leather chair and sat down.
"So I know you're probably very confused so why don't we just get to the point." The guy said before leaning against his cherry wood desk, tapping his fingers on the firm wood for a moment.
"I hear you died in the world you were born in, sent to another world, then disappeared in that one?" He asked me with raised eyebrows. I quickly nodded my head before gulping down a lump in my throat that I didn't know I was creating at the moment. This guy was freaking me out with his godfatherness.
"Well little Missy here's where the problem comes in." I nodded my head a bit, ready for the impact. I was ready though, I've gone through enough so I think I can take this.
"I cant send you back to whatever world you want to go back to without having you pass some type of...test first." The guy said which made me twist my head to the side a bit.
A test? What does that mean? Cant he just send me back? All of this wasn't supposed to happen in the first place.
"What kind of test?" I asked while shifting uncomfortably in my seat. Once I was done moving the man smirked at me and crossed his arms.
"Everyone is made for a certain purpose, when you died the first time you obviously didn't have a purpose in that world because you were sent to the world you were supposed to have originally been created, where your real purpose was. So basically all you gots to do is go back to that world and if you can prove that you have a purpose there within a years time then you can stay there until you really die."
'So Ed was right..' I thought but that thought was soon overruled by another.
"But how will I know what my purpose is? And if I already know what my purpose is then what is the point of living it?" I asked while crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow.
The skinny guy laughed before twirling a ruby that was placed on a golden ring around one of his knobby fingers.
"Everybody knows within time what their purpose is, besides it takes a while to complete your purpose." I sighed a bit, confused on why this man had to do this to me, why cant he just send me back?
"You know that Edward kid, the one you were crazy about?" The guy asked me while moving his hands over to a cup of pens and pencils, his fingers hovered of the tops of the pens for a minute before picking out a particular black pen and playing with it, twisting it between his fingers for a moment while my eyebrows raised and I slowly nodded my head.
'how in the hell does he know that?'
"If he falls in love with you within a year tops, then you can stay." My eyes went wide and I slightly jumped in my seat.
"What does that have to do with my purpose of living!" I yelled at the guy, making him chuckle.
"I don't know? What does it have to do with your reason for living?" The man asked with a smug smile before hopping off his desk, chuckling a bit while I sat there with my jaw hanging open, my eyes wide.
"Well you better hurry," The guy said while taking a seat in his chair, lacing his hands together in front of his face, resting his elbows on his desk.
"You only have a year and the clock is already tick tick ticking away." I closed my mouth and stood up to protest but as soon as I did that my chair disappeared and the room started to slowly turn into the color black.
"What? Wait hold on a minute!" I yelled while the room was slowly being overtaken by blobs of black, like someone was throwing paint into the room.
I opened my mouth to protest again but I stopped. The last thing I remember seeing was the old lanky man sitting at his desk, smiling at me before everything was black, including my mind.
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