Fukushu POV: That night I fell into a fitful sleep. My dreams consisted of nothing but horrifying nightmares, my family's death replaying time after time. It was almost as if the whole thing was videotaped and the video was stuck on replay. Each time I saw their demise I fought to save them, to change my horrid fate, but it was all in vain for each time I found I could not move. I was petrified with fear, just as I had been the time that they were actually murdered. I had done nothing to avenge them because of my fear. I was a coward. I was selfish. I should have done something, anything to help them but I didn't. I could have called the police or performed CPR on my beloved family but no, I asked their murderer idiotic questions and fainted. I did nothing to help them, my own family. I was a disgrace. " Aghh!" I cried, bolting upright in my bed as I awoke from a particularly gruesome dream, my heart pounding. I griped the thin hospital gown covering my chest and panted rigorously as I tried desperately to regain my steady breath. I was drenched in sweat and I felt tears dripping from my eyes. I just couldn't hold in my emotions anymore. I suppose it was adrenaline that drove me to this point without breaking down because by now it had long sense worn off and I found myself strapped into the fetal position, the sheets now on the floor as I wept like a baby, my breaths coming in short, ragged breaths. I choked out the sobs building in my chest as the events of the day finally dawned at me all at once. My family members were all dead, murdered before my eyes and I had done nothing. I was alive and they were not. It was all my fault they were dead. If I had done something then I could have saved them, I just knew it. How weak could I get? How long did I spend there sobbing? I couldn't tell you. Weather it was minutes or hours I'm not sure. I don't even think I want to know. I clutched the sheet that had fallen to the floor to my face as I wiped off the excess tears, not wanting anyone who happens to walk in to see me in this manner. Tears and crying accomplished nothing. Neither did sitting him and wallowing in self pity. I had to do something with my sadness and anger that was not crying like a weak little baby. I had to find the man who murdered my family and make him feel the same unbelievable agony and sorrow that I feel right now. I suddenly slammed the sheet back onto the floor and wiped the last few tears streaming from my eyes onto my almost completely bare arm and stood up from the bed, a completely new resolve coursing through me. If what the men yesterday said were correct then I was a Shimigami and upon seeing them stand up to the man who killed my family I guessed that they were able to fight better than any black belt human. Perfect. I would learn the silly ways of the Shimigami for the sole purpose of getting strong so I can hunt that man down and kill him. It wasn't as through I had any reason to return to my old ways in the human world. Sure my friends and other relatives were still alive and breathing, or at least so I thought, but there was no way I could face them after experiencing what I did. They would pity me must off all and I wished to receive no pity. Perhaps it is best that they believe I was murdered along with my family that night. I quickly snatched the clothes that were carefully laid out on the nightstand beside me and got changed, not even caring what the clothes looked like. It wasn't as though I cared what the others thought of me. Truthfully I didn't even care what I thought of me at the moment. After the clothes were switched I swiftly braided my long light brown hair into a side braid and tied it with the hairband I had around my wrist. I had been wearing the hairband the day my family was killed so I suppose they allowed me to hang onto it when I entered this facility. As I took a few steps towards the door I realized that I was still far from well. My head didn't throb as much but it still produced brain wrenching pains and now that I was up and about I realized that my left arm was in a cast and although my legs didn't appear to be broken they sure felt like it. I gritted my teeth and shook off the pain spearing through me. This was just a minor setback. I would heal, it's no big deal. I just got to grin and bear it, grin and bear it. Where exactly I was going I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I was determined to find the Red reaper Grell Sempai and have him teach me all I needed to know about Shimigamis. Although I was never much of a dedicated student back in human school I made a resolve to be just that in my Shimigami teachings. I was going to be one of the best Shimigamis ever and the man I have set my sights upon better be wary because when I find him not even a single shred of mercy shall be spared. * So what do you guys think? I have only gotten one review so far so I'm wondering if my story isn't so great so far. Thanks TheTakahashi Twins for reviewing! ^.^. Yes I know this chapter is a but whiny and annoying but I just wanted to get her depressed emotions over so that I could move on and just in case any one is wondering yes Sebastian and Ciel will make appearances in him, though I'm still deciding over if they will be main characters or not. They most likely will. Please comment what you think. I'm eager for the results ^.^)