A/N: Hey everyone! I'm glad to announce that I will be starting another story prior to the start of school. My writer's block has been miraculously lifted, so anticipate faster updates. Hopefully, if time permits, this story will be finished before another busy year sets off.

Comments and constructive criticism welcomed!


Sepultus, One

Streaks of moonlight cascaded into the vacant bedroom, leaving only a pervading emptiness. What remained of its former occupant flittered through the dark crevices of the night, carried away by a figure cloaked in black.

Like so many before him, he was a civilian under the pressure of time. Each waking moment was guarded in preparation for his departure off earth, and into the realms of death. And as the shred of his mortality dwindled to nothingness, he was ushered to his final destination by an angel so familiar with the passage of the dying.


Usui sighed for the umpteenth time, every pore in his ethereal body dreading his burgeoning duties for the dying souls.

His latest assignment demanded two week's worth of commitment- a notion he was hardly fond of, not only because of its duration, but also the degree of physical consumption it required. Needless to say, he was a reaper of sorts, and that alone deemed him as a "supernatural" figure. Yet his body remained strangely human, prone to illness and fatigue like the humans of earth. The defining marker between him and these fickle beings was his immortal status. Forever picturesque and regal, Usui was devilishly handsome and heartbreakingly apathetic, all captured within his lean body.

Time, however, was not in his favor. Each menial task thrusted upon him by his longtime overseer, Tora, diminished his hope of ever being relieved of this demanding task. He never asked to be a reaper, and to be the harbinger of death, as indifferent as he remained, was downright depressing.

"Name?" Usui drawled out, not bothering to conceal his growing disdain.

Tora rolled his eyes, a glint of amusement adorning his equally striking features. Ginger flecks shimmered under the pale moonlight, his hair dancing lazily in the slight breeze.

"No need to be so excited now, Takumi. You'll absolutely adore this one."

With a little wink sent Usui's way, Tora disappeared.

A picture fluttered toward him, and on it contained the smiling face of a young youth, attached with a name and address.

'Huh.' Usui shrugged at his suddenly increasing luck.

'I get to spend two weeks with an androgynous guy? Not bad, not bad at all.'

And with that, the angel of death set out towards his next destination: the home of one Shouichirou Yukimura.