The Sanzu river. The legendary crossing for all dead souls. On this particular bank, many pink, tendriled flowers bloom. However, they are interrupted by two figures; A rather short, undeveloped yama, and a rather tall, overdeveloped reaper.

One can practically feel the envy.

"Miss Eiki?" The reaper speaks.

"What is it, Komachi..?" And the yama replies, if reluctantly. She firmly believes conversation is equivalent with eye contact, and that puts an object of envy within sight. Two, actually.

"Do you remember…" She pauses here, correcting herself. "…Remember the New Moon?"

The capital letters in those words have gravity enough to be noticed even without type. The yama is tense as she answers.

"I do. What about it?"

"Well… Our procedure has… Fallen apart. The... Loose end is… Well… Loose."

Silence reigns in tension for a few moments, while envy persistently sticks around.

"…Can you deal with it quietly, Komachi?"

"I think so… But are you sure? Should I check on the… Other one, too?"

The yama considers this for a while. "Yes, check on the other end first. Is that all?"

The reaper relaxes as she continues. "Actually, one of the other yamas did want me to give you this little package. I don't know what's in it."

The yama relaxes as well, but curiosity elicits silence once more as she opens it.

And then the relaxation drains out to be replaced by fury. The reaper, well used to this, senses it and backs away.

"I'll just go and get to it, shall I?"

She gets away in time. The yama explodes just a half-minute later, yelling with a voice that sounds like it belongs to someone three times her size.

She also kind of wishes she had a knife handy, just to take advantage of the joke.