So. Long time no seeing on this site. What a break I've taken…. And here's a new one!

Just trying it out to see the reception, though it is fully planned and mostly written.

Disclaimer: me no own-no. Just this concept.

Trigger Warning: this fic does discuss death, specifically suicide.

Chapter One

Suicide Soul Collection – Location: Montea Cliff

01:44a.m. – Robert Andell – 42

4:21a.m. – Pablo Nunie – 36

9:47a.m. – Jocelyn Groom – 16

3:48a.m. – Greg Ash - 44

Waves crashed against a rocky beach, violently spraying water on Levi's black coat as he sat atop a boulder. He paid it no mind as he flipped through the clipboard he held. He reached the page labelled 'Montea Cliff', and began reading through it with disinterest.

Four collections. Acceptable, for such a boring location. Cliff bases were not his favourite, no matter the beauty of the beach. His watch beeped, and he didn't need to check to see who it was. Tapping the interface, he flipped through to the next page.

'Keep it quick, sunshine. A card game is waiting for you in the foyer,' Aurou's voice sounded distracted, Levi imagined, because he was dealing the very cards he was speaking of.

'Start without me.'

An exasperated sigh. 'Just hurry up, Levi. I checked your schedule, you're not meant to be down for another couple of hours. Get the first collection out of the way and come. You can be mopey and melodramatic here.'

Levi glimpsed at the watch, locating the time.

1.43a.m.

'Gotta go,' he tapped to end the call, but not before catching the beginning of Aurou's very colourful vernacular. Tucking the clipboard into his coat, Levi glanced upwards to the top of the cliff. He could see it – a falling body, flailing in the strong wind. It thudded against the gravelly sand before he could pick up his scythe and stand straight.

He was bloodied, and as the man – Robert Andell – attempted to move his limbs in his final moments, Levi heard the grinding of his broken bones, the raggedness of his breath. His fingers twitched in the sand.

A glance at his watch showed there were only the final ten seconds left.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

The twitching and weak breathlessness ended. A man materialised beside the body in a flurry of smoke. He was dressed in white, a stark contrast to Levi's attire. It was a cold reminder of his rather ungraceful fall from grace, so he simply glared.

'Nice to see you, too.' The guardian angel said.

'Don't mock me.'

'I'm doing no such thing.' He looked affronted.

'You're well aware that I have no memories of my past. Why would you say something so obviously intended to make a point if not to –'

' – I was simply being pol –'

'Just give me the name,' Levi snapped in the end.

The guardian angel grimaced. 'Robert Andell.'

An invisible force that he didn't realise was there until it disappeared was lifted off of him.

'Great. Thanks. Fuck off now.'

The guardian angel was still staring at him, and Levi was hit with the feeling that he always was whenever a guardian angel signalled their recognition of him – a pressuring need to remember, and then an overwhelming desire to suppress. This angel knew him once, knew him better than he knew his past self. He didn't remember why, but quelling curiosity was necessary if he wanted to get through this job. He understood, somewhat unconsciously, that it was what landed him in this mess. Curiosity doomed the angel.

'You weren't such a bastard before. What happened to you?' The guardian angel regarded him with a look of peculiarity.

'Fuck, if I know.'

The guardian angel didn't have a response, and simply dematerialised. Good riddance.

Readjusting his grip on his scythe, Levi touched the tip of it into Robert Andell's neck. When he pulled it away, a smoke-like ribbon of a soul seeped from the body, disappearing into the scythe. He offered the disfigured body a moment's look, wondering not for the first time why humans thought cliff suicide were a good idea. They were dirty, bloody, and wholesomely gruesome, which didn't affect him, but he imagined affected the people who eventually found the remains. Humans are like that, he thought. Weak, easily moved, emotional. Sentimental.

He turned away when his watch beeped once more. Resisting an eye roll, he answered the call.

'It's 1.47a.m. Time for you to take a clearly undeserved break.' Aurou's grumbling was heard in the background.

'Aurou's too upset to talk, is he?' Levi asked flatly. 'Tell him to shove it.'

A moment of mumbled voices as Gunther, who Levi recognised as the caller, relayed his message. When someone came back on, it was Aurou's. 'Come and say that to my face, you slimy bastard.'

A retort was at the tip of his tongue when he heard the wisping of air above his head. A thud sounded behind him before he could look up. He turned around, confused at the source of the noise. His eyes located a body, fallen fifty feet away in the sand. Its chest heaved heavily, and stunned, Levi watched. Another body?

'Levi?'

He took out his clipboard, searching the page. Robert Andell's name was now crossed out, but Pablo Nunie's remained, scheduled for hours later.

'Levi?' Aurou's voice took on a more serious tone. 'Everything alright?'

'I don't know,' he answered. 'I just got a body, but no listing.'

He approached the body, which had stopped moving. Most certainly dead. It was a woman, in her twenties, donning a white dress. He spotted blood trickling out from under her stomach. A hard fall.

'Could it be another grim's?' Aurou asked.

'I'm the only one assigned to Montea Cliff,' agitation creeped into his voice, but he couldn't help it. He looked around. Her guardian angel should've been here already…

'What does it mean if there's no guardian angel?' He asked Aurou, flipping through the clipboard in case he somehow missed something.

'Is that even possible?'

He had no time to reply because the woman began to move. No – her soul moved. It lifted from the body, getting to its feet shakily. A ghost, now looking down at the woman in the sand. Its figure was translucent, slowly solidifying until she stood before him as a solid person.

She looked up, dark eyes finding his. Her lips twisted into a frown as she looked back at the body in confused scrutiny.

He was rendered speechless.

'Who is that?' she asked, voice brimming with uncertainty and wonder. She glanced back up at him.

'Who are you?'

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