Don't know where this idea came from, but here it is!

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Daughter Death paced her room. Where was that brother of hers? He was causing harmful mischief again, and she just would not stand for it! She was the elder sibling, it was her responsibility! He was like a child the way he acted. So immature. She sighed heavily. Stupid boys...!

A door slammed from the other end of the hall. She took a deep breath, and walked out of her room. She marched down the hall and banged on her brother's bedroom door.

"Brother, I must speak with you!"

The only answer was the hideous rock music that blared from his speakers. She growled. She closed her eyes, concentrated. The speakers blew out with a crackle. Stomps...BAM! His door almost flew off its hinges.

"Why the Hell did you do that?! That's my fifth pair of speakers this month!" demanded her brother, glaring with his cold black eyes.

She opened her black eyes. "I need to speak with you."

"Since when do you not want to lecture me?" he snapped, shoving his hands inside his pockets and leaning against his door-frame. "Stupid Sound power of yours...only seems to be good for eavesdropping and blowing out my speakers."

"It's a lot more useful than your power to Charm." she snapped, hating his attitude. "What does it matter if you can change your appearance?" Her brother snorted.

"Yeah, whatever. What do you want?" he demanded, glaring. She glared right back.

"You know that you are not supposed to be causing anyone else harm when they are not supposed to be passing on! How dare you cause that young man's heart-attack?! You do not-!"

"Ahh, what's the big deal? He lived, didn't he?" said Brother, his eyes glinting with malice.

"Yes." she snarled. "But he went through so much...the Human body is a delicate instrument. It is not-!"

"A toy." the boy intoned monotonously. "Yeah, we seem to have had this talk before, haven't we?"

"Then why have you learned nothing?" she snapped, restraining her hand from slapping him soundly. He looked at her, from her black hair tied back in a bouncy pony-tail, to the black peasent top and pleated skirt, to her black sandals with the silver buckles. She practically screamed "Good-Girl".

"You really can't scare me." he said, smirking. "You look more like a cheerleader than a Grim Reaper." She trembled with rage.

"If you do not control your behavior, I will go to Father and he will."

Brother froze. "You wouldn't."

"Just try me." she snarled, her eyes completely truthful. Brother snarled, then slammed the door, barely missing her toes. She breathed out, then walked back to her room. Her crystals glimmered with the candle-light as she opened her door. She sat down on her yoga mat, breathing in and out. Her brother...She hated him. Why did he have to cause pain? Why couldn't he just do his job? Another episode like that and they would both be put on probation. The problem with her brother was...he didn't care. He was the Human equivalent of a delinquent. She sighed again. Why did there have to be two sides of Death...?

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Brother was furious. How dare his sister threaten him with Father?! Just cause she was older! Godd--mit! He slammed his door again, unable to do mcuh else in his current rage.

"Little brat..." he muttered, grabbing his iPod, shoving the buds in his ears and blasting his favorite songs. As he listened, his hair grew longer, his eyes grew wilder and his skin got paler. He grinned wickedly, then started screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs, just because it would bug Sister.

With another crackle, his speakers blew again, issuing a grating feedback that lasted for two minutes. Wisely, he stopped his 'singing'. He was pulling his earbuds out when his watch 'beep'ed. He looked at it. Great...another person. He sighed as he disappeared, teleporting himself to the bedside of one Uriah Hill. Dude was so stoned, he didn't even notice. Brother snarled. He hated getting the stoners. They never felt the pain...

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Daugher sighed with relief as she felt her brother's presense vanish. Thank the goddess...She wouldn't have been able to stand him much longer. She jumped as her watch 'beep'ed. She sighed as she disappeared, going to the home of one Julia McDonald. Poor girl...she had suffered from depression and loneliness too long. Julia sat in her room, a prescription bottle in her hands, the glass of water spilled on the floor.

"It's alright, Julia." said Daughter, catching Julia before she fell to the ground. "It won't hurt anymore."

"Who are you?" whispered Julia as her eyes started closing for the last time.

"Daughter Death. I'll make sure that it won't hurt anymore."

"Tell my mom I'm sorry."

"Of course. Sleep now..."

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