A/N

Soooo... How's life? Ack! Don't throw rotten tomatoes at me! Sorry, I'm sorry she died! I made myself cry, too- she's like me a lot, more then I'd like to admit. Maybe her ADHD and personality detector are something I share in common with her?- no wait- I didn't say anything. But seriously, she actually is kinda similar to me- I'm just also obsessed with writing poetry and stories (you should read my poem! I'm actually really proud of it.)

Anyways...

Umm, so, as you can see, I gave in to a devoted reader named xXSpark, even though she (affectionately) called me an asshole, and am making a sequel. I have to tell you, it's a pain in the ass to write this. I mean, sage is dead? So O.o... But I made a layout on what will happen (roughly) and it will be very saaaaad but later it'll probably get back to happier stuff. It will rotate between Killua and Sage's POV, and don't ask if she's and angel or what-not because I'm not making her anything! She's just kinda... There.

Without further hesitations, here is- "After you died at the age of fourteen!"

You could skip the second chapter once it's out but it's really sad and good, so don't. If you want a spoiler, then think about it- what happened in the end of IIHDAAI (abbreviation) that I didn't describe well?

-Only this chapter will be in present tense! The rest will be in past tense!-

Chapter one

Everyone has a number that they consider unlucky. Usually it's just a feeling, like you just don't like it. Mine changes day by day. Today, it's 98. It's her age times seven. It's two away from triple digits. It's three months and a week, if you turn it into time, and that's how long ago she died.

Sage.

Gon has said to me, "Killua... Can't you talk?"

Kurapika- "It's worse if you keep it in- trust me"

Leorio- "Kid, you're suffering from depression."

I just shake my head. She would want me to reach for help, but I don't quite care. After all, she's dead. Only she would be able to help. She's dead.

Dead. No soul, I have been abandoned. I don't feel her spirit or whatever shit- it's just... Gone.

I remember waking up and seeing her, giving her a kiss, but she was cold, so cold, and pale. I poked her, and even put my nen into her, figuring that'd wake her.

When it didn't, I called Leorio, and he checked for a pulse. His eyes were wet, and I gave him a tissue.

I remember too well- the walls were off white, the floor was a blood red carpet. All her knives looked as if they clanged to the ground. Like they were in the air one second, and fell the next. Sometimes, when I replay the moment, the knives twitch, giving me hope that is crushed when I see her body, burnt in a pot, leaving only ashes.

Leorio had looked at me. And then shook his head. I stared. I would have said, oh Leorio, stop joking, but I started crying, because somewhere deep down I knew that it was true. I knew the guttural noises were mine, but they felt too far away, like I'd wake up any second and it would just be a dream. But I've been waiting for ninety eight days and I haven't woken up yet.

I know the meaning of 'life is a living dream' now. Although mine us a nightmare.

Hell, I'm so depressed that Hisoka gave me some pictures of her that he took, saying I needed it. So now I'm stuck with a pity party. Made up of a perv magician, a previously-happy-go-lucky boy, a blonde whose eyes have been permanently red for the last few days, and a doctor who is trying to think of how he could have saved her in the past.

Fishy (as she would say) even with Pika and Leorio and beat up biscuit.

Except they shouldn't be doing that, they should be trying to revive her, without using a nen curse. Although, right now, 98 is becoming a luckier number. Because I just realized- is Sage is dead, then why do I have her ring? Maybe Leorio knows...

- five minutes later -

It was because her Joshes are still alive- her emitter Nen- and they somehow morphed into my nen. Our Nen ended up being so similar that it merged, so now I have a memory of her- a wedding ring.

Leorio totally crushed my dreams when he said that. She's not alive. It's funny though- more of, it's bitter- how her death didn't make my aura even worse, as her Joshes could merge into me. Maybe I'm starting to forget her? Either way, I should probably stop writing now. You can barely read this through the tear stains on this page.

- a few hours later-

Leorio said that it would be good to remember what happened at the restaurant the other day.

We went to go eat a couple days ago. A girl asked me out. I waved her away with my hand- my left one, refusing her. She looked at the ring, and said, "oh, you have a lover!"

"Had," I corrected. Gon whispered in her ear.

"Oh, she's dead! So why don't you forget about her and go with me-"

I lifted her by the neck, emotions making the best of me.

"Shut up."

I ran home, wanting to be alone for a little while, but they all came running after me.

The girl didn't die. But I ended up crying until there were mini salt chunks trailing down my cheeks. I've never cried this much before. But my writing is becoming illegible.

Why did she have to die?