Writing a chapter for an anime that doesn't seem to be popular at all. Welp, I have written alot before and I think of myself as crappy, though alot of people love my writing... so here goes nothing. Hopefully I do not butcher this. o.o

This is a Eucliwood x Ayumu right now. I may or may not add another character or two to a "harem" but most likely I will keep it strictly between Eu and Ayumu.

Ayumu is OOC and will most likely remain mostly OOC. For some reason, I cannot read really sad fics, but I do write with a dark tone. However, I will be introducing some comedy and some happy stuff. This will be another project for me and I will write with the anime and without the anime. Like... it won't follow the anime exactly at times but at times it will. In fact, I may just wing this. Probably will...

Oh, I also write using super powers. lol. I like to add extra things to my stories or change things up as I like to make it interesting to me. Ayumu is a zombie and his super power will be introduced later.

Anyways, I do not own anything.

Enjoy.

P.S. If you can guess the song and artist that this fic is named after, I will give you a shot out.

Ayumu Aikawa. A boy of seventeen and a height of 6 feet. Not too scrawny, but not too built either… He does have some muscle definition but he wasn't a body builder. He was only able to lift 150 pounds. Greyish white hair and dead ice cold blue eyes. Pain, anger, and suffering were what infected his eyes. He was wearing his school uniform, returning to the hell called school. He was a junior in high school, attending Wazawai gai High ((Japanese for Disaster)), on the island, Hokkaido, in the city known as Wakawakashura.

Ayumu was out of school for a week, due to a traumatic experience. A serial killer was on the loose in his town, already having killed 10 people. His parents were victims of the serial killer's assault as was Ayumu, though Ayumu survived. He was rushed to the hospital under critical condition, his life hanging by a thread. However this thread was strong. Ayumu was strong. The doctors even admitted that they were surprised that he was able to survive under the attack, but his will and body is strong. Ayumu's cold, ice cold eyes are a result of this experience. He feels no emotion any more. The pain he holds is locked away in his brain, unable to find a different way to grieve for the loss of his parents.

Ayumu entered his classroom quietly, in which the students all gasped at his appearance. He was a semi-popular kid, no friends though as he was always one who preferred to be alone. They all began to whisper, talking about him who lost his parents. They all gave him sympathetic looks, feeling sorry for the poor guy who lost his only family. However the class continued and Ayumu spent his day in hell.

It was about nine hours later, 8 in the evening, and Ayumu was leaving his house. His fridge was empty of food, so he needed to go to the local store to pick up something. He was left with his parent's money and house as his parents were actually quite rich though they didn't have a fancy home. It was raining heavily, though no thunder or lightning, so he had an umbrella. He made his way to the local supermarket and began to enter the store. He noticed at the entrance, sitting on the side was a pretty girl with long silver hair, who wore a purple dress and… armored plates upon her arms, below her knees, on her chest and one on her head. She was just sitting there in the rain, being ignored by everyone, even Ayumu. He assumed she was to be picked up later.

About ten minutes later Ayumu left the store and pulled out his umbrella when he there was the girl again. She was still sitting right there, not moving. Ayumu was always a good person. Before the tragic incident, he was always one to help those in need. He has given his allowance to the homeless and even shared a sandwich with one. Every Saturday he would go to the pond near his house and feed the ducks. He let out a slight emotion from his subconscious and sat down next to the girl, placing the umbrella between her and him, though mostly closer to her so he had his left shoulder out in the rain, which was getting soaked easily.

The girl looked over at him, though he never once gave her a look when he sat down. He was quiet while he sat on the concrete parking stopper, his arms on his knees while he stared out into the open. They sat there for a good five minutes when Ayumu felt someone tug on his right sleeve. He turned his head and looked at her blue eyes, which looked slightly haunted. She stared right into his cold dead icy blue eyes, showing no emotion like him.

She pulled out a small notebook. 'Who are you?' is what it said. She apparently didn't wanna talk.

Ayumu looked forward and faced the open again. "What do I look like to you?" Was all he said, emotionless and dead. He wasn't being rude as his dead tone stated. A few moments later he turned his head to her due to her pulling on his shirt.

'Someone who lost his way.'

No smile. No laugh. Just a cold dead look facing the open. The rain stopped as well. Ayumu got up, not responding to her claim. "I wish you luck."

That was all he said before leaving the girl.

'Take care.'

Ayumu carried his bag of food through a graveyard, a known short cut to his home. If he took the streets, it would take him about twenty minutes. The graveyard was a five minute way home. It was dark and quiet, no lights to light the way except a few small lights placed randomly

"So, you lived? I guess I have to finish the job." Said a sinister voice. It was a females, though barely sounded like one. He turned quickly but found himself being stabbed by a large sword, going right through his stomach. The sword was pulled out and he began to fall to his knees but the sword found its way into his stomach again, piercing another hole into his body. Blood was coughed up.

"You can survive one… but try this one on for size. You were strong but not strong enough." Said the voice. It was then he heard footsteps running away, so he knew he was alone.

Ayumu groaned and struggled to his feet but he fell to his knees again, so he just crawled. Blood poured from his lips and his wounds but he kept on going. He crawled for a while but eventually collapsed. He got up again a few moments later, crawling right up against a tombstone.

"Here lies Patrick and Patricia Aikawa. Loving parents and couple." Was what the tomb said.

Ayumu was staring at their grave, a tear escaping his eye. He finally sat back against the tombstone where his body went limp. The life he held was leaving his body…

"Don't die." Said a female voice. It was faint, but Ayumu heard it. He was already in the light but he found himself being gently pulled out, towards the stars in his head. He opened his cold dead eyes, still icy blue. It was a gorgeous blue, but it was dead. He turned his head and noticed the girl from the supermarket.

'Welcome back.' Said the note.

He didn't respond, not sure what to say. He was confused.

'You're dead.'

"As I should be... So you are the angel of death?"

The girl shook her head and wrote again. 'I made it so you wouldn't die.'

"Ah… I must be hallucinating before I die…" Ayumu said, closing his eyes and attempting to rest in peace, but he felt the pull of his pants.

'You are not alive nor are you dead.'

"So you are not the angel of death?" Ayumu said, sounding slightly disappointed with a slight ounce of emotion.

She shook her head and wrote again. 'No.'

"Then what are you… who are you…?"

'A necromancer.'

"I do not understand…"

'I will stay with you… Don't worry."

With that, Ayumu and this little girl walked home.

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