The sky was gray and desolate. The wind was harsh against the infertile ground and howled through the ruins of grand castles and churches. Tombstones were scattered across huge expanses of land, dotting the endless landscape with patches of grey just as the shrapnel from forgotten wars did. There was no life for miles and miles, as far as the eye could see. There was only emptiness and solitude, for this place was indeed lonely.
But in the distance, I caught a flicker of movement. Turning my attention to it, I saw something among the crosses that did not belong. At first I thought it was the remains of someone's coat, but then I noticed that stood on its own rather than being stuck to one of the grave markers. As I looked more closely, I noticed long, unevenly tied black hair blowing out with the coat as well.
Grinning, I decided to go intrude on my old "friend's" thoughts. Leaping down from my perch upon a bridge that led to nothing, I casually strolled towards the lone figure. However, soon I realized that she didn't seem to notice me. Standing over the crosses, she simply stared up at the empty sky. Surely my presence was quite clear, but she didn't seem to care. That emotionless gaze simply continued to stare into the nothingness, giving nothing away.
Then, without warning, she turned to leave. My anger flared, but I wondered why. Usually I grew bored when Black Rock Shooter did not wish to play with me, but recently I had despised her for ignoring me. Perhaps it was because of my short connection with that girl. Her feelings for Black's human counterpart had been so strong. They were probably the only reason I was still here, alive and breathing. I had been so set on dying and leaving this wretched place, but it seemed these feelings I had so eagerly wanted to rid myself of would not leave me, chaining me to this empty and lifeless world. It was infuriating in itself. Black only made it worse by ignoring me.
Summoning my skulls, I silently sent them flying. Though she seemed to be in her own little world, Black Rock Shooter still managed to dodge my minions as if they were snails. She drew her katana from nowhere, pointing it at me. I watched in stunned silence as she seemed to stare through my very soul. Those emotionless blue sapphires bore through me, seeing through my very soul until she turned and disappeared behind a wall of blue fire.
I blinked, feeling something strange. Was it… my heart? What was this pain that throbbed through my chest? I had never felt anything like this before. I was Dead Master. My heart no longer beat.
As I pondered this strange reaction, my thoughts went back to that gaze. It had been exactly the same, holding no emotion and giving away no insight into that girl's mind. But it had seemed alien. In that gaze was the pain and despair of someone who had lived far longer than anyone should ever have to bear. In those eyes was the look of true agony.