A/N: Hey! It is me again. Bring you a new fic for your entertainment pleasure. I won't forget about Shattered Mirror, but I couldn't help but want to write this one out. Based on this wonderful piece by Aduah. Link: http:/ aduah . deviantart . com/art/Aesthetic-and-Identity- 132861256. Check it out and her other work! So, another AU! Goodness, I love this...Anyway, so rework the telling of the story. All your fav characters will appear sooner or later. Might be a bit different, but that is the whole point of an AU, no! I do hope you enjoy it!

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- "The Road Not Taken" Robert Frost

Dragon and Death Part One

"Hey! Get out of here!"

"Fuck off, kid!"

"What are you staring at, freak!"

"Are you even listening?"

"I'll show ya some manners, brat!"

"Yeah! Take care of him, Toshi-bro!"

BAM!

"Idiots..." spoke the young adult as he lowered his arm. His elbow was a bit sore from the slam into the face of the charging teen. But he wouldn't let this moron up one him. Looking up from the teen now in pain, he looked at his three remaining. They were in shock at the scene of their friend was now in pain. They were most likely not excepting that. After all, he didn't look much of a fighter compare to them.

They stood there in shock, exchanging their stares from their fallen friend to the high school student that had disturbed their fun. Now, they had to wonder what was up with him.

"You are going to answer a couple questions I have," the student spoke in a cold, emotionless tone of voice.

None of the skateboarders said anything as the student pointed at the light pole behind them, around the ground area, "Question One: What is that?" he asked, "Answer quickly before I lose my temper..."

"Ah...an offering of some kid that died..." said stinky looking skater at the fallen vase, the water and flowers that were once inside it had fallen out.

"Correct. I am pleases one of you at least has a brain."

None of the skateboaders said anything to correct that as they were becoming more scared. They thought something was freaking wrong with this kid. His eyes were unnatural cold behind those glasses of his.

"Question Two...what is it doing on the ground?" the student asked. At the mere words, it seems that the wind picked up and the whole area dropped a couple degrees colder.

There was silence that gripped the area as no one spoke. The skateboarder group were scared to say the wrong thing and anger this kid. He was shorter than them, look not much of a fighter. But the look on his face and how quick he took down their friend change that image.

"W-W-W-We knock it down while on our boards," said the skateboarder with a hat over his head.

"I see..." spoke the student, "Than you should apologize, shouldn't you?"

The skateboarders looked at one another in confusion before one of them spoke out, "To who?"

"Who do you think...To her!"

The skateboarders started to scream like little children as the bloody form of the young girl that died in that spot appeared behind him. Scared silly, the trio picked up their fallen friend and ran right out of there within seconds. They had forgotten their skateboards and soon the only one left was the student and the spirit of the dead girl.

"Idiots..." he mumbled to himself as he walked over and picked up the vase from the ground, "I do hope that scared them enough not to bother you anymore. Sorry to have used you in such a matter to began with. I should have been able to handle it myself."

"It is ok," said the spirit with a smile that seem to brighten her up, considering the amount of blood on her, "I do not mind as I asked you to help me out after all."

"Does not matter...I will come by tomorrow with some fresh flowers" the student said with a small smile across his face before he bowed at the young spirit, "May you find your way to heaven."

"Thank you," she said as he started to walk away.

For as long as I could remember, I have been able to see the spirits of those that had left this world. I been able to see them as clearly as I would be able to see any human being. Makes me a little different any other high school student for sure. Maybe because my father is the neighbour doctor, use to saving lives and not saving them.

I couldn't understand the difference when I was younger, which lead to a mistake that still haunts me today. I do now and I tried to help out those that hadn't past on from our world into the next.

"I am home!"

"You are late..."

"I am sorry Father. I was busy aiding in another spirit."

"Hmmm...you have been doing that a lot lately."

"Yes Father, they been growing in numbers lately."

"So I have notice from the amount of time you put into helping them and not into your school work."

"I am sorry, Father. I am going to do it right now."

"Not now. I might be able to see the spirits nor touch them like you, but you need to eat to keep up with them. Can't have you falling asleep in class or dropping in the middle of the street from hungry. Come, get some supper."

"Yes Father, after I say hello to Mama."

"All right."

Slipping off of his shoes, the student placed down his school bag and entered inside the home. It was a large building that one wouldn't think of a home, but his father had his clinic in the lower part where all the patients would be taken care of. The living area was in the upper floor. Placing on his slippers, he moved his way to the living room. It was basic, nothing special like the rest of the house. There seating, a table and a small TV in the corner. The only thing that stood out of the room was an alter in the far corner.

He walked over and sat in front of the alter. There was a small photo in the middle of a older woman with a bright smile on that reflected her strawberry blond hair, little knick knacks surrounded the photo. Another small smile came across his face as he bowed his head at the photo, "Hello Mama. I hope you are doing well. I miss you very much, as always. I help another spirit today, a young girl that was killed by a drunk driver. You would have like her..."

This is my mother. I am not sure how someone that was once so cheerful and friendly to everyone could have fallen in love with someone as serious as Father. She once said that there is more to him and I would understand when I was older. I never understood that and she isn't around to explain it anymore.

I miss her everyday and wish she was still here.

"Supper is ready."

"Coming Father," he called out.

He got up on his feet and moved to the small dinning room where his father was already waiting with dinner he made today. It was simple and quick as always. He sat down on his side of the table and the two of them started to eat. This was normal for the two men. Words were never exchange between them, only if needed. They were more focus on their meals and once they were complete, both would leave the room and start on their work for the next day. He would retire to his bedroom and start on his homework and his father would head to his office for paperwork.

It was like being room mates than being father and son. They did not look that similar except in their same serious face that seemed to be pasted on. While the younger of the two had straight raven black hair and blue eyes hidden behind the glasses, his father had silver hair shocking for someone his age. He also wore similar glasses as his son, but hidden the brown eyes of his own.

The senior was finished his meal before the younger boy. He took a hold of his dinner dishes and rose to his feet, "I will do the dishes tonight so you can get your work down. I hope you will know better than to stay up late to do your school work and what else."

"Yes Father, thank you."

He left the table and headed to his own room. It was different then the rest of the home. There were a few personal items such as several pictures of himself as a younger boy with his mother, during what seem to be more happier times. There was also a desk that held a computer on it and a sewing machine was seen on the floor on the near the wall with a bunch of other sewing materials such as thread, fabrics and patterns. Dropping his bag near it, he flopped himself on his bed.

While my life was stranger than most, it was my life and I never thought of anything more about it. I lived each day, each filled with school and spirits. I never thought there was anything else to it.

That is until...

Lifting his head, he pushed his glasses back up his face before he sat up. That is when he noticed a black butterfly flying in his room. It was a bit shock as he did not even have his bedroom window open at all.

"Where did that come from?" he mumbled, shifting and adjusting his glasses more before something else came into his view.

...I met her...

There entering his room was a strangely dress woman...well, really she seem to be his age or younger. It was hard to tell as she was much shorter than himself. She had similar hair color, long, pass her shoulders. What was strange was the black robes she was wearing, like funeral robes really and she held a sword in her hand...and did it seem like she walked right through his wall.

...My name is Uryū Ishida, 16 years old and a high school student...and I think my life became a little more stranger now.