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Anyway I have nothing to say, so here's Chapter two of A Rose Can Bloom Twice, I Think.
Chapter 2:
Red.
Red equals blood.
Blood surrounded my parents as the warmth disappeared from their bodies.
It became hard to breathe as I fought to look away from the horribly vibrant color.
I noticed all my friends were here, and the Undertaker no longer had a silly grin on his face.
That's when I knew something was terribly wrong.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" the person cried. Then, they turned around, meeting my eyes. "Oh."
"Red..." I whispered in shock.
"What?" his-I was sure it was a guy- face scrunched up in confusion.
"Red." I said, my hatred growing for the color.
"Oh. Yes, it is red. Isn't it a lovely color?"
"No."
"I know right? I-" he looked at me. "No?" he echoed.
"No. Red is a hideous color. One that should never have been invented." I spat.
"How dare you, you little brat!" he screeched and lunged for me, but was stopped by a clearing of someone's throat. Both of us looked to where it came from.
Undertaker was leaning casually on one of the coffins, a smirk appeared on his face.
"Mr. Sutcliff, I would suggest you don't dare touch Rebecca," he said, his voice somewhat threatening. Then the smirk disappeared. "I would have to teach you a lesson if you should even try."
He gulped and backed away from me.
"Now," Undertaker continued. "The reason you are here?"
"Oh, well um," The red head stuttered.
Emiko sighed and stepped up.
"They're back." she said.
"Who's back?" I asked.
Nobody answered.
"Then why are you here?" Undertaker asked angrily. "I told you to protect her, yet you're here, telling me that they are back." I cowered. I've never seen Undertaker this mad. He was usually cool and collected. I decided that something was definitely wrong.
"Undertaker, calm down. We need your help. They're stronger, and I'm afraid we can't hold them back."
"This is bad," Undertaker muttered.
"What's bad? Why do you need Undertaker's help? What's going on?" I cried with frustration.
Undertaker looked at me.
"Dearie, there's something you should know about us. We aren't human." he said.
"If you guys aren't human, then what are you?" I asked.
Emiko walked up to me and looked me in the eyes. A sad smile played on her lips.
"We are shinigamis."
I looked at her. "What the heck is that?"
"A Shinigami is a grim reaper." My brain clicked and I backed away from her, from them.
"No. No you can't be," I said. "Please tell me you aren't one of those monsters!"
"Monsters?" the red head asked. "Look whose talking! You-"
"Shut up, Grell." Emiko growled.
"Please," I pleaded. "Tell me your joking."
"I'm afraid not, dear." Undertaker said.
I started crying.
My friends, my best friends, and my guardian, were the being that I despised the most.
"All of you are?" I asked. All except Ciel nodded.
"So you're human, Ciel?" I asked.
He chuckled darkly. "No. In fact I am not. But I'm not a grim reaper either."
"Then what are you?" I demanded.
He smirked and his eye transformed into a pink slit. I gasped.
"You're a-"
"A demon. Yes." he said.
"What is going on?" I asked through my shock.
Kate came forward. "The men who killed your parent's are back. And their coming for you."
I froze, and my eyes widened in fear.
"No," was all I could say.
"That's why the Undertaker brought us here to protect you." Ronald explained.
"So that's all it was? You guys were never really my friends?" I demanded.
"We didn't say that, Becca." Emiko said.
"You didn't have to. The only reason you guys were always there was because you had to be."
"Rebecca Elizabeth Olney, we're your friends because we want to be. If I thought you that horrible to be with, I wouldn't have applied to help. We volunteered to protect you. We were allowed to observe you from a distance and decide if we wanted to or not." Emiko said, pinning me up against the wall. I had never seen this aggressive side of her. It scared me.
"Oh,"
"Yeah. You shouldn't go around judging something when not everybody is the same way." Kate said. Emiko backed off of me.
"I'm sorry." I said guiltily.
"Especially since you are one." Grell muttered. I still heard it.
"WHAT?!" I said.
Emiko placed a hand on my shoulder to calm me down. "Sadly, he's right." she sighed.
"You mean, I'm a reaper?" I asked. She nodded.
"But you are a special type of reaper. I was going to tell you later," she said, glaring at Grell. "Because your response to us being shinigamii would be different to you being a shinigami."
I took a few deep breaths to calm my rapid heartbeat.
"Why are those men after me?" I asked.
Undertaker bounced over and sat me down on a coffin. "You might wanna sit down." he said.
I said nothing, but waiting for an answer.
"You see," he started. "Your parents were one of few special humans. They had an ability to produce grim reapers. They are called Producers."
"That's kinda obvious," I muttered.
Undertaker continued, oblivious to my comment.
"When your mother gave birth to you, it sent out a message to the reapers. They watched over you to make sure nothing happened to you."
"Why would anything happen to me?" I asked.
"Because some reapers don't fancy the idea of a human-reaper." Emiko said. "The ones that killed your parents were rogues. Or that's what we think because there are no files of them."
"Plus if Undertaker didn't know who they were, that meant that they were either new or rogues." Ronald added.
"Precisely." Undertaker said. "Anyway, when rumor spread that they were attacking your family, they sent me to retrieve you. Your parents and baby sister were due to die, so their deaths were inevitable-"
"I had a baby sister?"
"Yes. Your mother was four months pregnant when she was killed, immediately ending her life."
I took that information in.
"They killed my parents so that no more hybrids would be born," I concluded.
"Yes. And they knew this. Well, at the beginning they knew you weren't normal."
"I remember. They always said I was a special little girl, destined for big things. That I would save many people. I always thought that it was strange to tell a little girl that, but I just assumed they wanted me to become a doctor." I said.
"It is strange. But they received many death threats."
I gasped. "That was the letter I read." I muttered.
"Pardon?" Undertaker asked, confused.
"When I was almost eight, months before they were murdered, I read this strange letter. If I remember correctly, it said that if they didn't get rid of their daughter, that they themselves would be put to death and that she would suffer severe consequences worse than death." I froze again. "And that's why they're back. To finish what they had come to do."
"Now you're catching on." Undertaker applauded.
"What else?"
"That's about it." Ronald said, scratching the back of his head.
"Undertaker, Mr. Spears said that all of us needed to report to the Reaper's Realm for an important meeting about certain circumstances." Emiko said.
He nodded, then turned to me.
"Who will look after my precious Rebecca?" he asked, pulling me into a hug.
All of them turned to Grell, who was sitting cross-legged on one of the farther coffins, examining his blood red nails. He looked up to see everyone staring at him.
"What?"
"Oh no," I muttered.
I went up to my room after Undertaker left and locked my door behind me.
I flopped down on my bed in frustration.
"Great, now I'm stuck with a red-headed freak." I mumbled into my pillow.
I heard a crash of something downstairs and prayed that Grell would clean whatever it was he dropped.
"Whatcha doin' in here?" a voice came from the window.
I jerked up and turned to see the gender-confused reaper sitting on my window sill.
"What are you doing in here?!" I asked, throwing a throw pillow at him.
He caught it and hugged it to his torso. I made a face.
I'm so burning that later, I thought.
"I wondered what you were up to, and your door was locked. So I walked out and climbed up here."
"What if I was changing?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Wouldn't bother me. I, too, am a female." he said.
"No you're not." I said.
He looked at me. "Can I help it if I was born the wrong gender?"
"Wrong gender?" I asked, then shook my head. Another point popped into my head. "What did you drop down there. I really hope it wasn't precious."
he looked at me with confusion in his eyes.
"I didn't drop anything. As soon as you went up here, I tried to follow you. With no luck, as I said earlier, I climbed up here and watched you for a few minutes." He watched me?
"Wait-if you didn't drop anything, then who did?"
Cliff hanger! X3 Sometimes I can be so evil. You can expect many cliff hangers from me, just so ya know. How else am I going to keep my readers coming back for more? * does dramatic pose*
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