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A/N : I want to thank all of you who have read this story. I think you are all awesome. Those who have reviewed are like extra splendiferously spectaculaker. I have not given up on Almost Perfect, for any one who cares. I've just been thinking about other things, I'm so sorry. I will try to update no later than the 2/20/07. I will also be ending this story by then. I only plan on having no more than two more chapters maybe less than that. Thank you again for all of your wonderful reviews. Please keep on reading.

Mercy dejectedly lifted herself from the vanity and found her place by Doumyouji's side. He had made it to the door and he stood with his head hung and his hand on the knob. "What are you waiting for?" She challenged with her hands folded in front of her.

"I don't want to see what's on the other side." He said almost in a whisper as he stared at the shinny gold handle in his hand.

"You know you could give all this up already. You can accept your fate and take your rightful place in heaven."

"I had heaven." He dropped his hand. "Heaven was being with her."

Mercy rolled her eyes behind him. "Too bad…" She started, but stopped when she heard her watch beeping. "Thank God."

"What is that?" He looked up to question, his defeated posture melting away.

"It's my cue that I'm needed elsewhere and that you're not my responsibility anymore." With that she took a step back and the blue and green elevator appeared behind her. She backed in a chose her destination.

Before Doumyouji could follow her, the doors slammed shut and he stood glaring into nothing. Everything was gone and as far as his eyes could see everything was white. "What the…" was all he could say to his current predicament.

"Kumh." He spun around to see a young man in his early twenties clearing his throat. The young man wore a red and white striped shirt, a dirty baseball cap backwards on top of his dirty and greasy looking blonde hair, and a pair of faded holey jeans.

"Now who the hell are you?" He demanded.

"My name is Moe."

"And so what do you get the really hard sells?" Doumyouji was sick of these "angels" or whatever they were changing so often.

"No." He paused looking for the right way to put it. "I'm more of a delivery guy."

Doumyouji didn't have anything to say to that, he did look the part anyway.

"Come on dude, I got other things to do today." Moe started towards the white abyss humming a familiar tune, even if Doumyouji couldn't put his finger on it.

"Where are we going?" Doumyouji asked following his newest guide.

Moe didn't answer. He just kept walking which irritated his fellow traveler. They walked side by side in silence until Doumyouji could see a small red bridge in the distance.

"Is that where you're taking me?"

"Dude, we'll worry about the bridge when we come to it," was Moe's only answer.

This stoner delivery guy was really starting to piss Doumyouji off. They continued towards the bridge and a man came into view.

"Who's he?"

"Dude, why do you care? He's a fisher guy just minding his business. Why do you ask so many questions?" Moe seemed just as ticked off as Doumyouji.

'What the hell is he mad about? I'm the one that's being pulled around blindly.' He thought looking at the teenager strolling along beside him.

Moe finally ended their trek in front of a pond filled with koi. The little fish swam around with thin strings connecting each fish to a picture.

"What's this?" Doumyouji asked unsure he would even get a response.

"Do you know about the river Styx?" Moe stopped waiting for answer, but when he looked at Doumyouji's face and saw the lost look in his eyes he knew he didn't have to wait long.

"In ancient Greece the people believed that there were stings of life that weaved into the tapestry of time itself and if that sting were to be cut that that person's life was over. They also believed that each soul passed on into the river Styx."

'So what?" Doumyouji arrogantly dismissed the information as he squatted to get a better look at the fishes.

"Well, they weren't that far off. In fact they were on the right track." Moe joined his companion next to the pond's surface. "Dude, check out the pictures attached to each fish."

Doumyouji's face brightened as he noticed the photographs moving underneath the surface of the clear blue water. "But how? This is like something out of those Henry Hunter movies."

"Dude, you mean Harry Potter?"

"Whatever." Doumyouji swatted away his mistake.

"They're memories. Those that are gone don't need them, so when people have past on the memories get fished out. That's what he does." Moe said as he pointed to the lonely fisherman on the little red bridge.

"But that's impossible."

"Not really. Do you see that big black fish eating all of the koi over there. All that that dude has to do is catch that big fish. Every time someone dies a big fish comes to eat their memories."

"But what happens to them?"

"Nothing they just move on. You don't need to worry about something you don't need anyway."

Doumyouji leaned closer and he saw a picture go by of Tsukushi wearing a white kimono with light pink orchids lining the bottom. "That's…" He trailed off.

"You can touch it." He instructed. "Your memories are still swimming along out there. You haven't passed on yet."

Doumyouji reached toward the surface and a group of koi came rushing to the top to greet his hand, each one eager to be touched and remembered. He hesitantly placed a finger on one of their heads and the wave of energy the flowed from the memory made him close his eyes.

"D-U-D-E!" Was all the Moe could say.

When Doumyouji opened his eyes it was just before sunset and he was standing in a courtyard with the Sakura blossoms in full bloom scattering everywhere. He knew this location all too well, which made him sigh.

"This is like … so beautiful man." Moe choked out.

"Yeah." Doumyouji looked under one of the trees and laying there watching the sunset was a younger version of him and his wife. She lay with her head on his chest and her fingers locked in his. He sat there and watched that sunset for the second time and it was more beautiful than it had been all those years before. "This is where I asked her to marry me."

"Dude, with a backdrop like this how could she tell you no?"

"I see her like this and it reminds me of how desperate I felt to be with her. I moved heaven and earth to be with her before and I'm not going to just take this sitting down." Doumyouji took Moe's striped collar and pulled him dangerously close to his face. "What do I have to do to go back?"

"Go back where?"

"Back to my life. To my wife and kids." He loosened his grip on Moe's shirt. "I can't die here. I have to go back to my life." The desperation in his voice scared even him, but he could mask it anymore. This wasn't going to work. If he had to spend even another minute without Tsukushi, it wouldn't matter if he went to heaven or hell because either one would be torture without her.

Moe heard sob stories like this on a regular basis. Granted most people didn't complain about being dead, but those that did always had a million reasons why they wanted to live. He looked at Doumyouji's pleading eyes and it struck a cord in his heart. "I understand how you feel. Many others, not unlike yourself, have had the same hesitation about dying."

"I'm not hesitant about dying, I'm not afraid. I just want to be back with my wife and children."

"Really, so if you miss your kids so much what are their names?"

"That's stupid. Their names are…" Doumyouji fought to remember. He wracked his brain for those names. He couldn't even place faces on them. The harder he tried to remember the more he forgot. Were they boys or girls? Did he have one or two?

"What happened? I thought you were desperate to see them?" Moe put his hand on the young man's shoulder.

"I am! What are you doing to me?" Doumyouji pulled his arm away from this guide's grasp.

"I'm not doing anything to you. It's just my job to take you where you nee to go. It's also my job to make sure that you have no unfinished business when you get there."

"Unfinished business?"

"Yeah I need to make sure your heart is pure and ready to accept your fate."

Doumyouji didn't know why, but he didn't like how that sounded. "Why would I be questioning my fate?" His heart was racing and he could just feel like he was missing something, but he didn't know what it was. He started to think really hard about what they had been talking about, but he couldn't remember. He brought his hands threw his curly black hair and still no clue what he'd been so worked up about. His attention fell upon the young man standing in front of him now. He looked at him quizzically and the young man smiled as the words left Doumyouji's mouth. "Who are you?"

Another A/N: Please tell me who you liked this chapter. Did you like Moe? Did you feel like it flowed or do you think it was mostly filler or was it boring or was it a combination of it all? I need to know. Thank you R&R