He felt cold. The last thing he remembered was Naru's atomic punch grinding into his jaw before he was sent off into the distance. For a moment, he felt something like a spike pierce his chest before everything faded to black.
[Flashback - 1 hour ago...]
"You stupid, disgusting perverted male scum! Just die already! You were never welcome here, and I will never love you!" Naru roared as her fist slammed into his jaw and sent him out into the far distance.
"You sent him out further than last time. New record!" Kaolla Su cheered as she clapped her hands.
"You did well, getting rid of that scum, Naru-sempai." Motoko told her in a formal tone.
"..." Shinobu just couldn't bring herself to speak and left the dining room.
Kitsune was asleep on the couch as usual, drunk and stupid as ever.
"Why do I try anyway...?" Keitaro asked himself as he dusted himself off and stood up.
"Why indeed. You have a good heart Kei-chan, but you need to know when to give up." a feminine voice called out from behind him. As he turned around, he was greeted by the sight of a gothic dressed American-looking teen girl with pale skin and dark blue eyes that shone like sapphires as if they were polished and placed on display. She held out her hand to him with a warm smile on her face. "I'm sorry to say this Kei-chan, but you died. You impacted and were impaled on some broken metal pipes. Your heart was torn to bits, and I don't think you can heal this time." she told him.
"Who are you? How do you know me?" Keitaro questioned, "What do you mean I died?! I thought I was immortal!" he shouted angrily. As he let out a few deep breaths to try to calm himself, he batted her hand away just moments before he received a very honest response from the gothic teen who spoke in a calm, yet somewhat cheerful manner.
"I'm death, or at least the form of death I feel people would be most comfortable with. Would you prefer the form of a spooky skeleton with a scythe? Probably not." she let out in an almost sing-song as she playfully stuck her tongue out at him. After his shocked expression faded, he could only wait for more. "I'm here to guide you to the afterlife, Kei-chan. I want you to be happy, and I hate seeing you have to suffer at the hands of those harpies you call tenants! Also, about your healing? It was a ki technique taught to you by your grandmother. That's why she 'really' sent you here. You were sent to be these women's punching bag and personal stress ball. Your grandmother was seeking support from the parents of your tenants to back her voting in the next election to who will be the next prime minister of Japan. I'm so sorry..." at this, death cried for him, embracing him as she cried into his chest.
"I understand everything so much more now. Thank you for everything, Miss Death. You've helped me a lot." Keitaro spoke as he held the girl in his embrace. "So, will you take me with you? I think I've had enough of being manipulated." he almost choked as tears streamed down is cheeks slowly.
She backed away a little and finally offered her hand to him once again. Once he grabbed onto her, he felt as if the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders...
