This is a story that I wrote that's based off of the show Dead Like Me, a show that used to be played on HBO. All of the characters used in this story belpng to Square Enix and Disney, as well as the places. The scenarios as basic layout of this story as well as the show Dead Like Me belong to their respectable owners. Thank you for your time.

-Chapter 1: Welcome to the Club-

Hi. My name is Roxas and I'm a dead guy. Well, an undead guy, but you understand right? Of course not... All of you people who are among the living don't understand. Let's just start from the very beginning... The day that I became a reaper.

It was a nice Saturday morning, almost noon, and my brothers and sisters were already out of bed. I had two older brothers: Riku, who's fifteen, and Sora, who's my fourteen year old twin brother. We're not identical twins though... Anyway, I also have three young sisters: Xion, Kairi, and Namine. They're triplets. Also fourteen. You see... Sora and I were adopted, since our dad thought he might be shootin' blanks and all... Turns out he wasn't and when our mom was two weeks pregnant they adopted us, to cute little month old infants from a beaten down orphanage... Why didn't they get older ones? Maybe they just wanted to give us a good life, or maybe they wanted some fair competition for Riku, who was eleven months old at the time. Oh crap, I rambling... Okay...the day of my death.

Like I said, it was a Saturday. Nice morning, almost noon, when Sora came in to get me up so that we could go to band practice. Sora, being the livewire he is, plays the drums, while I settled for bass guitar. Riku and the girls bade us good morning while I scarfed down my toast and slung my guitar over my shoulder. My parents weren't home since they worked on Saturday mornings. I never got to say good bye to them...

Anyway, we were on the way to Hayner's, band leader/ singer, house and some guy came by and asked me my name. Of course, being the kid I am I told the guy to fuck off, but Sora said, "ROXAS LIGHTHART! You know what mom said about your use of foul langauge!" And of course I snapped back at him with a "Be quiet, Sora, or I'll tell mom about what you did to Namine's art supplies!" That shut him up... The idiot ate all of her brown pieces of charcoal because Riku told him they were tootsie rolls... But man do I miss that idiot...

Anyway, the same random guy walks up to us and brushes his hand on my arm and says, "I hope you get to wherever you're going safely," and walks off. Creepy ass mother fucker... Damn... I think Axel's starting to rub off on me... The cursing is getting worse... Well, whatever.

So, Sora and I start walking again, and right when we reach the crosswalk of an intersection this car comes out of nowhere. Right when Sora screamed, "Roxas! Look out!" I was pelted all the way down the road to the next 4-way. The weird thing was that I didn't feel anything. Next thing I know, I'm standing up, perfectly fine and this weird redhead is standing there staring at me with his little stub of an eyebrow raised. Weirdest looking guy too... The way his hair was you'd think his head was on fire... And he had these weird dark purple upside-down teardrop tattoos underneath his almond shaped green eyes. He was wearing a nice red jacket that day, with just a simple black T-shirt underneath, and some tattered looking blue jeans.

Then I realized, he was the only one looking straight at me.

I turned to the figure of my frantic looking brother, he was screaming and running towards me, praying to god I was okay. But I was fine... right? I held my arms open to embrace him, to tell him it was okay but he... ran straight through me... towards the place where my body was lying...

Wait... My body?

I looked at my hands, then to the figure that lay on the ground. I walked to the spot beside my brother, looking at the remains. Yep. That's definately my body... Except I had just a little bit of road rash... just about everywhere... and there was a lot of blood... Yep... That was me...

I looked back at the ginger guy; he was still looking dead at me. When I pointed to the body he just nodded and turned around to walk away. So I ran up to him.

"What's going on?" I said to him.

"You're dead. Got it memorized?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Dead: no longer living; deprived of life. Brain-dead. Not endowed with life; inanimate. Resembling death; death-like. Bereft of sensation or feeling; numb. The list of definitions goes on kiddo, do I hafta spell it out for you?"

"But why me?" I asked desperately, stopping the man in his tracks.

Just as he was about to speak, another voice joined in, one that still, to this day, scares the hell outta me.

"The time came for you to die, that's why."

The redhead laughed, "Saix! I didn't expect you to be here."

Saix was a tall man, just a bit taller than Axel. He had crazier hair than Axel did. It was blue and really long. The top was sort of slicked back so that some of the ends stuck up at the back of his head. He had two sections of his hair in front of his shoulders, one on each side. But the scariest qualities about him were the unreal ones. He had pointed ears, like the ones you can get done surgically, and these mean wolf-like yellow eyes that pierce through your eternal soul with just one sideways glance... And the X-shaped scar the was placed in the exact center of his face really brought it together. He was wearing a blue jacket with a cresent moon on it and had blue jeans just like Axel.

"I only came to show the newest member of our group the ropes, Axel."

"Newest member? Thank Kingdom Hearts that pedoleech Ansem is gone! I thought he'd be here for enough years to match the ones he's lived..."

Saix chuckled, something he rarely ever does, "Yes, well, to be true I was getting tired of the man... Now I can finally do my job without him being up my ass all the time."

"Wait a sec... newest member?" I asked, interrupting the two.

"That's right, kid, you're a reaper now," Saix stated.

"A reaper?"

"Yep. Means you're undead now. Well, not now exactly... only when you accept your new role," Axel said.

"Wait... Why me?"

"You were Ansem's last soul. Meaning he got a promotion and left this forsaken place for 'bigger and better things' I suppose. Once a reaper reaps his or her last soul they get promoted and the last soul they reap takes their place. Just the rules of death I suppose," Saix said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Damn... Well this sucks... We were supposed to play a gig next weekend... Damn..." I said, more to myself than to them.

"So," Saix said as we all stopped in a dark alley, "Do you accept your fate?"

I looked around apprehensively, giving them both cautious looks before saying, "You guys aren't gonna rape me are you?" I know... Random as hell, but I had to ask.

The two of them looked at each other and did something I might never again see them, well Saix, do again. They burst out laughing. Yeah, I know, freaky right? I don't really know how to describe Saix's laugh, but it's a lot like a Satan laugh... only fuller than you'd expect... Not scratchy at all, but it isn't full enough to be a Santa laugh. It's sort of like Ganondorf's laugh. You know, the one from Ocarina of Time? When he's talkig about, "You stupid little boy! You've opened the door to the spirit world!" or whatever. But it isn't as jolly... And it's one of those laughs that when he takes a breath there's this noise that's like a dog whining. You know the deal. But his laugh definately fits him, surprisingly. I wonder if I should ask him again sometime, but in front of everyone else... Maybe I'll get the same reaction. Or a snappy comeback... Maybe he'll say yes just to freak me out. Hmm...

Saix was whiping tears from his face when he said, "We can't rape souls kid. You can't even come in contact with anything when you're in the state you're in."

Axel was still laughing when he said, "Besides, if we were gonna rape you, you couldn't exactly call for help, now could you? Reapers are the only ones who can see and communicate with the souls of the dead, while still being able to communicate with the souls of the living. Got it memorized?"

"Oh... okay... So how do I become a reaper?"

"Do you accept your fate?" Saix asked once again.

"...Yes," I rreplied.

"Then you're a reaper now... Well, you'll start tomorrow... No one can see you now but us. You'll need to find a place to live, Axel I'm sure you could help him."

Axel looked shocked, "Me? Why me? You know I hate babysitting!"

"Nonsense," Saix replied stoicly, "think of it as having a young roommate. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment to catch." He held up a sticky note in his fingers and turned to leave the alley. As he left he waved the hand with the sticky note over his shoulder and said, "So long."

I turned to Axel, who looked like he had just been slapped in the face. He looked down at me and sighed, "Aww... What the hell... I guess you could live with me... C'mon I show you the way..."

And as he turned to leave I couldn't help but wonder... What the hell have I been dragged into. I'd soon find out that I was a building block in the evil, sadistic pyramid scheme of what was literally life and death. But that's just what you've got to live with when you're an undead soul, just doing the job that nobody wants to do. Reaping the souls of the living so that they can move on, until you can move on. That's death for ya.