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REM
I saw him sit awkwardly with his knees draw in and his arms drooping beside his small frame. He was an old, unfinished patchwork quilt; strings loose and frayed. I only ever saw him with a mournful expression as if it was carved into him like stone, or he had never had the chance to smile.
Not that there ever was to in the lifeless plain that was the shinigami realm. He sat there everyday watching a young gothic girl in the human world. He had been sitting there for so long he would soon become fused to the ground like a mound of dirty mould.
"She dies today" I observed as Misa Amane's life clock counted down rapidly.
"But she looks so healthy..." Gelus the shinigami mumbled, as if he could not speak without tripping over his words.
I never could understand Gelus' feelings. He always loved to see that blonde, he loved to she her rejoice and loved to see her suprised, stupidly happy.
Love? A word dropped so causually and we almost mocked it- yet it was untouchable, unreachable. Although we could take the lives of anyone we wanted, crush families into swirls of depression, we were incapable to love. Or so I had thought. That's why I found Gelus so extraordinary, to be able to break through the limits of a god of death - create a purpose for himself, throwing away the one given.
I joined the mumbling quilt to watch the young girl's last moments.
Down a quiet street, unfriendly, artificial lights flickered from lamposts, cutting into the night like a sound in silence. The rain fell in needles from violent clouds, pricking skin and eyes. Her fingers became numb and ears burned. Blonde hair stuck to her face as she dragged her feet, exhausted from the day.
There he was. The man to end her short life. He staggered onto the scene like a drunken performer, a sharp knife gripped tightly in a bloody hand. His eyes lolled uncomfortably in their sockets, spinning uncontrollably like his vision - due to a combination of ecstasy and adrenaline. The rain cooled and calmed his heart that was beating in his throat. He licked his lips tasting the air as if to savour a pleasurable moment.
She heard him.
She spun round frozen from fear and cold rain. He approached her, chewing his lips hungrily, smiling an ugly grin that made blood coil.
"Misa Misa... I-I llove yyou" he slurred, as he twirled the tip of the knife on his finger.
Miss Amane was shaking, the rain biting as hard as her potential fate.
"I'm flattered..." she struggled to find careful words, "truly I am, but I cannot-"
"Well if I can't have you, NO ONE WILL!"
It was all over so quickly.
His knife ran deep in her side producing a red bloom on her shirt, spreading further due to the rain. She grabbed her side and began to run, chunky black boots screaming. He had missed. He began choking, gripping his chest, ugly blood visibly pulsing in his head.
"What's happening?" I turned to look behind. Gelus was slowly crumbling away.
Gelus smiled.
"Gelus! What did you do?"
" I saved her!"
"What's happening to you?"
Then he seemed to evapourate, flying like ashes caught in a breeze, leaving a notebook with a scrawled "Beyond Birthday" inside.
I suppose those who do not obey are punished. Those who change the role of time, who play with higher powers. Those who find their own purpose.
Perhaps.