For the first time in his life, Yukimura Seichi felt something in his cold, unfeeling body. For once, he wanted to have her instead extend her hand to him so they could skip away to hide away from reality together. To escape the four walls that seemed to get closer everyday. It may have been selfish but at that moment one lonely, little boy wanted to share his burden with someone who would understand.

"Why? Why do you run away?"

He sighed and continued on his way to the roof, ready to greet the morning sun.

Now I'll switch over to that other little girl who seems to have piqued the interest of an apathetic boy. She certainly seems different, even to me who has seen so many different of types of creatures pass through my arms.

Maybe it's the way her frail body seems to hunch over itself, delicate as a brittle twig. Maybe it's the way she walks, a smooth and steady stride with her head down staring unblinkingly forward as if she is ready to walk to the ends of the earth. Till she can walk no more. I could keep going on but it's her eyes that are her best and worst feature. In her pinched face, they stand out as big marbles of glassy brown marred only by the fact that one is slightly silvery, getting darker each day. They make me shiver because her gaze is like an X-ray and I who have never bowed down to anybody or withered beneath anyone's stare am cowed by her's when she rests that heavy gave upon me. Wearily she looks and I look back and I can feel her asking me why I am so cruel. To openly flaunt the peace I can bring yet not giving any to her. Why she asks me and for once I don't know and so I leave as I've always done when times grew hard. I will never be the giver; only the taker in her eyes.

Unbeknownst to her, I watch her later that same day during visiting hours as she rests like a corpse in her room filled with perfumed bouquets, stuffed "Get Well" teddies and insincere cards that all only emphasis the fact that she has no one. Sometimes I wish that people could see the damage they create with their cruel cards sent with good intentions. Its because they never come in person I guess. They are never able to see the tears that streak down patient's cheeks like tiny fountains. It's usually the only emotion they show and its sad that I'm the only one who is usually there to witness the breakdown that each letter, each word, each splash of ink causes. All the happiness and hope like a smack in the face reminding them of what they don't have. It's really just a cruel torture method. Sometimes I don't understand humans at all.

Doesn't anyone care for this girl? I guess not because as I leave her with her red gold hair splayed across the pristine white pillow I hear her whisper.

Don't go she says and I want to shake her till her bones are loose and she understands. I am someone to be forever feared, hated and despised. I will not be a wish granted. If I brought down death upon every single soul who wished it, the world would be quite the desolate place. But somehow, she makes me stay. Out of pity or something more I do not know and never will I want to. For the time being I am content to just watch over this strange child who wishes for something that most people pretended didn't exist.

Soon visiting hours are over and it's evening. A faceless nurse, one of the many who work here, wheels in a bland meal and slowly feeds the girl then leaves. What a cold way to be treated. After that ordeal is over, we are alone again and I ready myself to leave because I feel the pull of duty calling me away from this small room with an equally small girl. I quickly leave before she can ensnare me into staying even longer. What a strange one.

First I drift out to the section where babies are held. I don't quite remember the name of it but this section always saddens me the most so I always do it first to get it over with. Going against popular misconceptions, I do not enjoy taking lives. In fact, I only transport them. Humans and fate are what actually do the killing. Taking a newborns life is so very heartbreaking. I really hate it so when I finish with them I travel over to the more peaceful sections of the hospital, taking souls that have lived to a ripe old age and do not squall at the unfairness at life cut short. All through the night I work but that doesn't mean I stop at daybreak. Oh no. Another misconception. People seem to think that night equals death, ignoring the fact that people die all the time during the day as well. I'm always working and always will be for as long as there are living things on this earth. Sometimes I wonder what will happen when life ends completely. What would I do then?

Once a gain I peer into that girl's room and she talks to me as if she knows everything about me and I listen for what else can I do. I would feel guilty if I denied her wish to talk with someone after refusing to bring her peacefully into the next world or whatever lay beyond the veil.

"My Name is Junko, Junko Kirihara." I don't respond but she doesn't expect me to. She takes in a rattling breath, fighting to sit up. "I'm going to die one day you know. One day I'll really meet you but by then I won't be able to see you."

A tear slips out from beneath one eye but she continues on. Her head is bowed, fiery red hair a curtain shielding her and if I wasn't paying such close attention, I would have dismissed her as asleep. "I already can barely see colour. I never really could."

Then she did something startling that almost had me fleeing the room. What you ask? What could such a little girl do to me? It really wasn't much actually. She just looked at me. No, looked is too tame of a word. Pierced. That's it, she pierced me with her silvery brown eyes as if she really could see and that's what unnerved me. I was saved though by another child entering the room. So pale was he that he really could have been a ghost if not for his dark purple hair and indigo blue eyes.

"I'm Yukimura Seichi. I'm going to die too."

Things just keep getting more interesting.