Disclaimer: I do not own Hak, (I'd love to own him in a different way –if-you-know-what-I-mean…) or any other characters of AnY.

A/N: A part of me thinks that loves the cliff-hanger ending I left in the previous chapter. I was actually happy to leave it as a one shot. But, there's this other part of me (that can't handle character deaths well) that needed to be pacified.

DEATH'S DANCE

God? Can I not die yet? Please?

Death is something that's already quite familiar to Hak. Considering the tons of times he's able to just brush past it, someone might even say it's a weird pastime for him.

He was always accepting death, always ready to embrace it. Whether it's from hunger, an accident, a fight, or from his duty to protect; he's always ready to throw away his own life.

Always ready to die.

But oddly enough, not this time.

God? Can I not die yet? Please?

Death himself almost scratched his bony head in confusion when he heard him pray.

This was the first time he actually wished to live.

He was tempted. Sooooo tempted to let this boy live.

"Yun! You have to do something!" He slams his fist at the table.

"Kija, don't…" The yellow dragon warned him

"But… Hak is.."

He's a doctor, isn't he? He can fix him. He always does. Like how he always does to all of us.

It's not too late. It won't make sense if it is.

He's not dead yet.

He's angry at a dead person.

He raked his green hair in frustration

Seeing him lying on that table, lifeless, makes him want to stomp at Hak's stupid face until he's brought back to life,

and then kill him again.

If Yun pulls this through... if by any miracle this stupid beast lives… I swear I'll fucking make him pay.

That fucking idiot

He's seen this place, He's felt all of this a hundred times before.

I guess losing loved ones and going through it a hundred times over doesn't make me as tough as I imagined it would.

Just look at them. All those tears threatening to fall,

The pain they're trying to pacify by clinging to what's already lost. Unconsciously putting it all on that poor boy.

Stupid yellow dragon. Why'd you have to give me all of these powers. Couldn't you have made us just share this strength? You didn't have to make me immortal.

Maybe you could have just given me the power to heal or pass this strength temporarily to those who need more.

They shouldn't have to go through this.

Don't let them go through this.

God… for all the times I've been tormented with this power you cursed me with. Maybe this time, you can make it up to me? I promise I won't mind living forever. I'll endure it. Please.

It's really painful.

It hurts in an old (not forgotten), familiar place.

Ao. One of my big brothers are… no.

He blinks hard, trying to push back the dread behind them.

Maybe not yet.

I can't just give up on him already while Yona and my brothers are still clinging to any strand of hope there is.

I wish I could have been there with them. Maybe I could have… done something.

When his dead friend is on a table in front of him and his other friends are across the room. Looking at him expectantly, He kind of gets the feeling that someone is pointing a sword at his face.

And suddenly the burden of the whole world is on his shoulders.

It's horrible enough when he, as far as his medical knowledge is concerned, knows that this person is already gone.

But then again, it's far worse when also, he, a handsome boy that's friends with these mythical idiots, refuses to believe that he can't do anything to save his friend.

So he's caught in the middle of his medical judgment and his childish faith.

But then he realizes he has no time to think twice.

So he screams orders. Stop all the bleeding he can find. Check vitals. Hope for vitals.

There's no pulse

And pray.

To all gods that he's read about, real or not.

I pray.

Hak felt it - the sudden surge of excruciating pain.

He felt like screaming but there was nothing. No scream, no voice. He couldn't even feel his lips or throat. He doesn't feel his body or any part of it. He felt like… nothing.

That should be a good sign though, right? If he's feeling pain, that's still a sign of life, right? Right?

He clung to that hope.

He endured the pain, relishing in it, knowing that he could live if he endured enough, he could live. He could see her again. And maybe make up to her from last time.

Death was snickering at him. He couldn't believe it. The boy's actually fighting. It's hilarious.

The pain lasted long enough for him to think maybe this is hell itself, that maybe he's dead after all.

But then the pain started to subside.

He panicked at the thought of losing that – the only sign of life he had, his only chance.

No…NO! Let me feel it. I need to feel it! Please.

The next moments, the pain completely washed away and he felt helpless.

Please. Give me something. Anything that I can hold on to.

Death was teasing him. The boy who's always ready to die, is now fighting with all his might not to.

After hours of silence, after he's felt defeated and on the brink of giving up, the pain came back like electricity even before he can recognize it. And this time, it came with blinding light. It was so bright he felt like his existence is being disintegrated.

Then there's this sudden blast of noise – and endless ringing of incorrigible sounds and voices so loud, he felt like he would melt.

He was exhausted. He wanted to throw up. But then again, how can he, when his body is… well, non-existent as far as he's concerned.

He was nothing yet he felt everything.

God damn it!

The torture went on for hours… or days? Or maybe weeks?

Death was pretty much had his share of amusement.

Then everything suddenly comes to a halt. Like a switch turned off.

And he doesn't know if he should celebrate or panic. Again, because he felt nothing.

Then he passes out. Maybe this time, he really is dying.

He was his favorite human, Death decided.

A/N: Okay. I think my writing is a bit off here. I don't know why.

I'm... exploring. God this is uncomfortable. (But I guess it's okay. I'm in the process of developing my writing style. I'm bound to feel this)

This chapter has no cheesy-romanc-ey shiz like always. So most of you might think it's boring ._.

Nonetheless, let me know what you think. Please. Might help me decide if I should continue or not. (I have a thought that adding this chapter ruins the dramatic, angsty feel of the first chapter.)

There will be another chapter. I'll post it in about... a week or so (Depends on how toxic the week will go for me.)

Shout out to the people who left reviews last time, you guys are great!

So, let me know what you think of this chapter, how I write, and my ideas. I'd love to hear from you.

See ya around!

-Foofy