The Reaping of Death
"Kimmimaro! can you come here please?," Tayuya called rather loud. "What is it, babe? Im working on a new song!" Kimmimaro yelled back. "But it's an emergency!," she shouted angrily. Kimmimaro sighed and stuck his pencil behind his ear, bringing his sheet music with him. He opened the door, Tayuya smiled at the middle of the room. He walked past her casually sitting on the bed, starring at her. "what's this emergency?," he asked. "I'm lonely, I need company," she crossed her arms stubbornly. "mm-hm," he ignored her annoyed expression and began writing again. "Why don't we spend time together like we use to?" she said sitting down next to him. He hummed his song and dragged his pencil across the paper as he did. "You could at least let me see what you're working on since its more important than me," she said snatching the paper from his hands. Kimmimaro, enraged, snatched the paper back and smacked Tayuya across her cheek. Tears began to form in her eyes as she clutched her stinging red cheek; she sat on the floor and hung her head. "Your just a fill in , you're my extra entertainment, and you're not my wife. Stop acting as if I really love you. I need to finish this song for my big come back, you're not worth my time, and you are trash!" he yelled, standing over her. She glared at him. "Your such a jerk! After all we've been through; you dump me for that whore who's not even half the woman I am!? I may not have been your first but I sure am the best you've ever had, you're just too much of a coward to admit it! I'm taking a shower, don't bother knocking and apologizing, and you can do me a favor and pack my bags while I'm in there, relaxing!," she said and slammed the bathroom door behind her. "Pack her bags my ass," he said and opened the window to throw a few of her clothes out.-I need a drink, who does she think she is anyway? - Kimmimaro thought to himself and left the house.
Tayuya stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel. She ran her hand across the misty mirror and frightened, she gasped at what she saw. There standing behind her was a little girl, about the age of six, head down staring at the ground. Tayuya spun on her heel so fast that she fell to the ground. The girl had midnight black hair, her skin was a pale canvas waiting for color, and she wore an old black dress with no shoes. She raised her head to reveal her pitch black eyes. "You," she spoke with the tone of a full grown woman. "You have done wrong, haven't you?" she questioned calm and mysteriously. "m-me?" Tayuya stuttered and backed up until she met the door. "Who are you, why are you here?" Tayuya stalled with questions, still as frightened. "I am a demon named death, it is my duty to supply you with your punishment for failing at life, he says that you've had too many chances," Tayuya stared. "Who?" she asked. "Why the devil himself," Death answered Tayuya's question. "Well how many chances have I had?" she ask, desperately trying to buy time. "It's too late to ask for more," Death answered, somewhat irritated by the number of questions. "I at least deserve to know what I did wrong," Tayuya said boldly, although she regretted it afterwards, she had no idea what a demon could do to her. "it is simple, you let Kimmimaro treat you like you didn't matter for years, and if you did not appreciate life enough to do something sooner then you don't need one, that is my masters opinion," she answered. "Now," Death didn't hesitate as she flashed in front of Tayuya. Death reached inside of Tayuya pulled out her rapidly beating heart. "Your time has come, you shall accept it peacefully, for I have become your destiny," death said. Tayuya wanted to scream, but nothing but silence spilled from her open mouth. Death slowly opened her mouth showing hidden fangs and took a big bite out of Tayuya's bitter heart. Tayuya fell unconscious, and death dropped the heart. "For every life I take, I have sworn to give a gift, a single tear is what I leave you with," as death said this a tear rolled doen her cheek and splashed onto Tayuya's now pale and lifeless face. Death disappeared in a cloud of smoke.