This Story is still on going so would like to here some feed back on it and will update when things come to me. Also I don't own anything but the idea and Star
Star walked down the abandoned streets of Moville, she was wearing black stockings that came up past her thighs that where torn in places, black shoes that seen better days, a black skirt that came down and touched the top of her stockings and a black sleeveless shirt . In one hand was a staff that jingled slightly, to all those about to die where the ones who could hear it, maybe a power priest or priestess as well and on occasion a monk or two. A hood covered Star's face hiding her eyes and bangs, she had long black hair that came down to her waist which hung from either side of the hood. She was know as Death and she had came to gather the souls that had been left by the war and famine of the village.
Present Day Ac 193
Heero Yuy, Age 16.… How long has he been 16? He sat on the couch of the new safe house pondering that very same question.
'Oh that's right…I been 16 since the Meiji Ara of Japan around the year samurai dispended and western ways slowly made it's way into Japan all because of that one girl…'
Duo looked at Heero, who had been sitting on the couch for the past four hours never saying a word. "Hey! Heero-Chan! What you thinking about? You look like your facing Death in the eyes"
Heero blinked, his train of thought had been ruined by a certain braided baka.
"I was just thinking about something that really doesn't consider you, baka" said Heero now getting up and walking to his room,
Duo watched as Heero walked up the long steps than rubbed the back of his head. "Boy did he wake up on the wrong side of the cot this morning."
Heero locked the door once he was safely inside the room, he than felt like something…or someone was there…slowly he let his gaze wonder to the bed that's when he noticed a young girl there.
The girl was wearing black stockings that came up past her thighs that where torn in places, black shoes that seen better days, a black skirt that came down and touched the top of her stockings and a black sleeveless shirt. Her long black hair was pulled back into a braid than hung over her shoulder. The only thing that gave this girl away from her true self was the tattoo of ancient cruse that ran from her elbow down to her wrist.
Heero looked up at the girl….. She was the one who saved him from the horrors of his village back in Japan…The girl sitting now on his bed was none other than Death herself.