Updated with disclaimer:
Hey guys! This is my first fanfic and I'm still learning about the rules of it. My story's characters: Death belongs to Markus Zusak, the wonderful creator of The Book Thief and her world. I have not fully finished the book and is about 1 third through so don't judge me too harshly. And I write purely at of a love of writing. This fanfic has characters that I have made up and will add in later chapters.
Hope u guys like it. xxx
Prologue
Times have changed, sighed Death eternally, and so have the humans.
Several times Death had nearly been run over by racing pulps of metals while on the job. His trade had also become increasingly annoying with an alarming amount of near misses growing by the second.
Humans have certainly become more proactive then the last century, with war sinking restlessly behind the mountainside; celebration had become essential to the lifestyle. And Death was seeing more and more colours seep into the landscape. First had been soft pinks, then the vibrant splash of yellows pouring upon the ashen streets.
Shattered hearts were still alive in the world yet the lingering of despair had almost been smothered by the warm orange of joy that crawled into the cracks of hearts.
Death of course was still in business and always unwillingly will be.