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My eyes shot open and air filled my lungs. Who am I? How did I get here? These things I didn't know... I felt so cold .I put my hand on my chest where my heart should beat. Stone cold, lifeless...I'm dead but I'm Alive? I felt a tag around my toe so I pulled it off and looked at it. 'murder victim. Age 19' I looked down at my hands " how could I be dead? I don't feel dead" I muttered. I looked around and saw other bodies.

The moment my toe touched the floor a jolt went through my chest and I gasped. My hand slapped to my chest and I felt the reverberations of the single heart beat. My other toe touched the ice child ceramic floor but nothing happened. Disappointment set in. then fear as I heard voices and footsteps coming towards me.'buh-bump buh-bump' there was that feeling once more. Another heart if I could find ways to get my heart to beat faster maybe I could restart my cold heart. I hid behind a open door as a silver haired man walked in. "thu-thump thu-thump thu-thump..' My dead heart beat quickly as the man walked right past me. His presence made me feel warm although I was still stone cold. I wrapped the sheet tightly around me as I snuck out into the hallway. As I passed open doors I realized the man was a Mortician. He made me beautiful again after my brutal death. I should thank him but that would be awkward having to explain why exactly I was breathing again. I peered through a door to my right as I had heard movement from within.

I saw the male from before and I placed a hand over my heart because the racket it was making seemed as if it were a car trying to start after ten years. He was getting ready to bathe it seemed. I turned and tried to make my way to the exit but I tripped and a jar of dehydrating salts smashed against the floor. He came running out of the room he had previously been occupying and saw me. I collapsed to the floor and began to cry as the remainder of the heartbeat I had diminished. Beautiful yellow gold eyes met mine and the confusion that swirled within them sent me into a deeper fit of tears. " how are you alive?" His deep mesmerizing voice rang out to my hollow form. I shook my head slinging tears to and fro, my black hair cascading around me once more. " I don't know...I'm cold...so very cold." I whimpered and he smiled gently and helped me up.

" my word deary...you're freezing. Maybe if we get you into a nice warm bath you'll heat up. You think?" He asked and I reached for his hand hesitantly. He placed a hand on my back and I know he felt that single heartbeat. The surprised look on his face told me he did. " what is my name?" I asked. " you were called Kira. You had a brother named Lau. His mistress slaughtered you, dear." He explained. I nodded. I knew my brothers name and I knew of Ran-mao's misdeed. I couldn't remember my name though. I sighed as he led me into the room he had previously occupied. He ushered me into the bathroom and tugged the sheet a bit. If I could have blushed I would have but my blood did not flow so it was impossible. "I need the sheet back Kira, after all, your body has nothing I haven't already seen. I did after all fix your destroyed corpse." He said matter of factly. Embarrassment flooded me once more as he pried the sheet from my fingers only to pull myself closer as well.

He nudged me towards the smoldering heat of the bath. I but my lip as I stepped in and resisted a contented moan from the reassuring heat as I slid my frozen body deeper into the water. My eyes fluttered shut as the heat transferred into my cold form. My heart beat twice more as he smirked at me. " better?" He asked and I frowned as the water grew cold. He dipped a finger into the water and cringed, eyeing me and muttering about dead people sucking the warmth out of everything. I frowned actually hurt by his words. I looked away from him and pulled my knees to my chest and felt those frozen tears slide across my skin once more. " sorry" I whispered and reached for the towel nearby. I stepped out of the bath and nearly tripped but he caught me and my heart beat five times, smoothly. He helped me up and released me and the heart beat faded once more and the lasting warmth followed. It clicked on that moment that his touch made my heart beat. Of a simple grasp made my heat beat that much how much would more intimate touches bring, like a brush of my fingertips against his arm or a simple hug? Could he restart my dead heart? I had to test my theory. " follow me" he said and I grasped his bare forearm.

Another jolt and the more heartbeats. He eyed me curiously and I justified my actions by making myself walk in an unstable manor. He placed an arm around my waist to support me and it sent shivers through my body and resulted in three quick heartbeats. He handed me a set of clothes and I dressed myself to the best of my sighed and walked over grasping the shirt he had given me and pulling it back over my head seeing as it was too small. He grasped another one and began to pull it over my head himself. " just like a doll" he murmured, his knuckles ever so slightly brushing over my cold skin as he pulled the shirt down over my previously exposed bosom. His hands stopped to rest on my stomach for a moment them he retracted them as if touching me were a vile deed. He started to move away but I snaked my arms around his torso and hugged him tightly. " thank you." I whispered and he slowly wrapped his arms around me. " you're welcome..." He sighed then ran a hand through his silver locks.

I smiled as a faint but steady heartbeat filtered through my chest. "m-my heart." I whispered and he looked at me, confused. " you made my heart beat. Its faint but its there. I feel it." I said and he smirked darkly at me. " its ironic. Your heat beats for me,yearns for my touch, does it not? Yet what would I gain from starting your heart back up? You would leave me like the living ones did. Maybe I should cut your heart out and save myself from the trouble." He chuckled and my eyes softened as they scanned over him. ' the lonely undertakers, all of them...so heartbroken and alone the only place they get cared for is in a brothel that doesn't know who they are. Tell me, is that how you feel?' I thought and stood." You know I can't go anywhere. I am immobile as of the moment. I wouldn't leave of I could anyways, I'm not a normal person. well...I wasn't. I was always a kind caring person I put others before myself. that's just how I was when I was alive. The nice guys finish last though, don't they undertaker? See you tomorrow." I sighed as I curled up in his closet and drifted off into sleep.