Romancing Death
'My love,' said the little voice at the back of Duet's mind. Groaning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she sat up in bed. She slid her feet into her slippers and padded down the steps. Her baggy pants swish-ed and her gray tank top was sliding off one shoulder. The pilot reached the front door of the safe house and eased it open, cautious of the oil-deprived hinges.
Closing it behind her, she walked slowly across the front yard. From the way she moved, it looked like she was sleepwalking, but she was entranced. She followed the sound of the voice, no longer echoing around her mind, but calling from somewhere far off. It sounded again, to her left, and she adjusted her step.
It was the darkest hour, right before dawn. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face, but still she walked infallibly towards her summoner. Finally, she came to a halt in the middle of a field. The grass swayed in a light summer breeze and the clouds parted, allowing the moon to shine down. And with the silvery light appeared a tall figure cloaked in shadows.
It pushed its hood back to reveal the face of a young man. He lifted Duet's chin and looked into her clouded, darken eyes. With a kiss, she awoke. Truly awoke. Flinging herself at him, she cried bitter tears, for Duo truly was the Shinigami, and she was truly Nemesis.
In the light of the moon, a change took place. Duet's form shimmered, reflecting the unholy glow. Two huge, raven black wings sprouted from her back in a burst of ebony feathers. No longer did she wear her pajamas, but a loose black robe that still managed to find her heavenly curves.
For that hour before dawn, The God of Compensation and the God of Death could be together.