My Contract with the Grim Reaper

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Chapter 7: A Confession

In the world of Hell and Heaven, being an Undead is a sin. We are known to be spirits that never rest, that have no heart, and are as alive as an object. Not only is being Undead a sin, but we are hunted down—for some, they call us escaped spirits. Others call us Zombie, but that's just the childish human definition.

Everyone was shocked when professor Cyth declared what I was. Well the exception of Rai and Ace cannot be counted, since they are all aloof and cool.

I for a change could barely hold my gasp, what will happen to me? Will I be hunted down as well? Sentence for death?

That's actually impossible, me being an Undead, means I can't die—so will I be lock down in some dark and dirty prison down in Hell? Hopefully not.

"The headmaster allowed you to make it official?" Rai didn't sound like he believed those words. Before the teacher could even respond, Rai continued, "It won't change anything, she is under a contract which means there's no punishment to be charged."

"The headmaster actually wants her help-"

Rai intercepted, "I know, because she is an Undead, which means she could sense the runaway spirits better than Ace or I." Sometimes I wondered if my master could read minds, because right then he very well did.

As if reading my mind—ha!—Rai continued with his cold hearted tone.

"Do you think I don't know what my own father thinks, Professor Cyth?"

Okay, that I did not expect—not that Rai was ever predictable; I mean...wait, what?

I never knew the headmaster was Rai's father, actually I barely know my own master.

"Very well then Rai." The teacher grunted, nearly at his limits of wanting to kill the student—I know the feeling—but restrained. He was the headmaster's son, and one of the most gifted Grim Reapers.

As professor Cyth left, Rai walked toward me, and without warning he dragged me out.

"What about gym?" I questioned, barely keeping up with Rai—he got some long legs—as we headed god knows where.

"We have better things to do." For the first time that day, Rai wasn't lazy and decided to drive. Where did that car come from anyway?

As we sat on the black sport car, Rai began to drive not even waiting for me to close the door or put on the seatbelt. Jerk.

"So?" I asked, studying Rai's unreadable expression. If it wasn't for my good eyesight I might had dismissed that tightly shut mouth as nothing. But I knew better, he was ready to trash his penthouse apartment or kill someone. If not, both.

"The Ball is tonight, and after that we might be working with birdies to capture those escaped spirits."

"Birdies?"

"Fucking angels with wings."

Seems like master didn't particularly like angels, actually that's an understatement, he hated angels. But why call angels, birdies? Why not cupids? That sounds better and funnier...

"We go in and out, I don't want to deal with humans either."

"There are humans too?"

But my master never answered, he just kept driving at a crazy speed. What a jerk, wait, I'm not supposed to even think that.

"You will get punish."

"By just badmouthing you in my own mind?"

"Don't question me."

This guy is PMSing for god's sake, what could possibly make him so cranky at the mention of angels and humans? Or is it the ball...


Natsume stared at his closet, wondering what the hell he should wear for that god forsaken Ball event. Obviously the raven haired male didn't own a tux, so should he just walk in with a dress shirt and some jeans?

But then again, why should he even go to some dumb party, when he could just enjoy some time alone. Yet as soon as that thought appeared, another came attached to that one. He haven't been invited, his teacher had demanded it. Not only had his fucking teacher threaten him about lowering his grade, but also some girl that had proclaimed to be his partner.

"Shit." Natsume muttered lowly, if it wasn't for his promise with Mikan he wouldn't care what happened to his grades.

After remembering why he was even putting up with this crap, he decided to just wear a dress shirt, nice dark jeans, and dress shoes. That should be good enough, and who cared if he broke the dress code? Is not like the members of the Committee will kick him out…

Not Natsume Hyuuga, currently the best student in Saint Francis Private School (aka SFPS). The funny thing was, he had only been there for what? One or two weeks? And already he was adored by many, that's why the teacher had threaten him, because if he didn't attend it will give bad reputation to his school

Like I care…

After checking in the mirror how he looked, he took some gel and smoothed his bangs back, leaving some strands to cover his temples. It didn't even look like he tried, and yet he looked hot and sexy. With his chiseled features, and strong jaw, he appeared like some monarch walking out of some crazy love novel.

As the raven haired studied his choice of clothing, he noted that he needed a necktie since it appeared rather bland. When Natsume checked the cabinet where it contained some accessories and ties, his attention was taken by something else.

It was a black thin cloth, nothing fancy but it meant the world to him. He circled the thin cloth around his neck, and loosely tied it into a ribbon.

It was during Christmas, the school was holding a fancy party to celebrate the beginning of winter break. That day Mikan had given him that thin silky cloth, telling him, "I couldn't buy you a tie, but I got you something better!"

He had laughed, calling her cheap—but in reality it didn't matter what she gave him, what was really important was the person that had given it.

During that party she had tied it loosely around his neck, and then held it together by a pin with a crimson stone. As she checked her masterpiece she exclaimed, "It looks perfect on you Natsume! Just like a Cheshire cat."

Now, as he stood before the mirror and pinned the ribbon with the same accessory she had given him, it almost appeared like time haven't passed at all.

When that thought crossed his mind, his eyes seem to reflect like glass—the beginning of tears—and Natsume blinked quickly. His heart thumped, echoing in his ears and nearly painful as he tried to erase those nostalgic memories.

Why?


"You look great in that dress Miki!" Ian exclaimed as soon as he laid his eyes on me. Ace on the other hand whistled, staring up and down like he was studying a piece of art.

"Thank you." I replied, at least no one was treating me differently now knowing I was an Undead.

We gathered at the entrance of a famous hotel, where the Ball will be held. It was beautiful from the outside and appeared quiet expensive like a neon sign.

"So shall we enter?" Ian suggested, before walking up the stairs and into the classy hotel. Iriana was currently glaring at me, probably because my dress has outdone hers, not that I could do anything about it.

After all, it had been master that had bought the dress, and so I had nothing to say on the choice of dress. It was a silky black dress that appeared like a night sky full of stars, not only that, it exposed my back more than I will like. It also showed quite a bit of my shoulders and a full view of my neck, but who was looking anyway?

My dress was pretty long as well, nearly touching the ground. I wore some long black gloves, and my bracelets (weapons).

Master and I walked in, my hand on his arm and soon we were inside. Students—probably humans—turned toward us, their eyes widening, but as to what I did not know.

I looked around the ballroom; a few gigantic chandeliers were hanging overhead, all the tables and chairs where set near the floor to ceiling windows that were decorated with velvet silk. At the center of the floor was for dancing and at the very back or across from me was an orchestra playing some gentle music.

I almost gasped at the glorious beauty before me; it almost felt like I had stepped into a French castle and not into some hotel in New York City.

Rai guided me down the stairs, where Ian and the others already there waiting for us to join them. As I took each step, something familiar caught my attention…

He was a tall male, about the height of Rai with raven hair that appeared smoky black. His skin was a healthy color unlike Rai's pale milky skin. The only thing that was different from master, were his features and piercing crimson eyes. He was surrounded by females, his face drawn into a scowl yet it did not hinder his gorgeous face.

He wore nothing fancy, but it seems every part of him could draw eyes to him. He stood confidently, his back to the wall, and his hands shoved into his pockets.

As our eyes met, I realize something—rather late—and this time I took a deep breath, stopping whatever shocking gasp or stunned look. But Rai could already see what had caused me to tense, and grip his arm tighter.

Natsume—


It was expected, the moment he stepped inside the ballroom he knew—this party will be boring beyond words. Already as he settled in one corner, females began to surround him like some bees attracted to sweet. He had blocked whatever noise, but it didn't help when high pitched voices of females spoke. He began to regret coming here, and he asked why the fuck he hasn't brought his iPod.

Natsume was about to tear his hair, if not, yell the flood of girls to 'shut the hell up!'

The moment he decided on the latter he lifted his eyes, opening his mouth and ready to yell, but it shut at the speed of light. No words came as his gaze connected with chocolate colored eyes.

He widened his eyes, unable to tear his bloody red irises from the girl walking elegantly down the stairs. She was beyond words, not just her appearance, but who she resembled.

From the top of her head to the very pink toes of hers, everything was the exact copy of Mikan Sakura. He could even bet that on her inner right thigh there was a butterfly shaped birthmark. How he knew? He saw it the first time he met her. At that time she was wearing polka dot underwear.

He was lying on the soft grass when he heard her say, "Are you okay? Did you faint?" she had been so naïve back then. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw above him was pink and white doted underwear. It didn't help when her legs were apart, completely exposing her birthmark.

He didn't even blink—not this time—because if he did, maybe she did disappear once again. He rushed toward the stairs, standing before her as she firmly planted her feet on the floor.

As he stared deeply into her eyes, he realized one thing. This wasn't Mikan.

In her eyes there was nothing, completely blank, so void of emotion she could have passed off as a doll. Not only that, she walked with elegance like she was some kind of royal princess or something. She carried herself with pride, her steps steady and nothing like the clumsy girl he knew.

Mikan Sakura was an average girl, simple, and naïve. She was happy, easily bribed with food, and always thinking about changing the world for the better.

If this look alike Mikan stood beside the Mikan he knew, they will be the total opposite.

Yet, how come his heart ached? Telling him this was her, and he wanted to believe in his guts. He just wanted to jump into that Mikan look alike and hug her, to feel a weight in his arms, to know she was there.

Natsume walked up to the brunette, his hand nearing that smooth cheek ready to touch it and tell himself it was real and breathing.

He was centimeters away, and in one second he will be able to know if this was all just a dream. Almost like time had stopped, a hand shot up and put a halt to everything, blocking Natsume from closing the distance.

Said raven turned his piercing gaze, and glared whoever that had stopped him. His red irises clashed with unusual amber eyes. The male that stood beside the Mikan look alike, had his face masked in annoyance.

He had black hair, silky strands covering his forehead and nearly blocking his right eye. Some of his hair had strokes of blue, contrasting against the paleness of his skin. He wore a white suit, a white dress shirt and a painfully white necktie. He even had white dress shoes!

A skull and some stones hung from the pin attached to the left side of his suit. Even with all that white, he still managed to look classy and handsome.

Then Natsume noticed that the Mikan look alike had her hand on the white suit guy's arm. He wrenched his hand from that male's grasp, before throwing one of his dead glares.

"I will prefer you not to touch what is mine." The guy with the white suit stated his voice velvet and smooth.

Natsume turned his eyes to the brunette, seeing that she had no objection he returned his gaze to the male in white suit.

"She doesn't look like she's wearing a name tag." Natsume said sarcastically, shoving his hand back to his pockets.

"That doesn't concern you." The guy in white suit replied, or should Natsume name him Asshole in White?

"What's your name?" Natsume asked the brunette, wanting to hear her voice—maybe then it will confirm if she was Mikan or not.

"It's none of your business." The Asshole in White spoke once again, his eyes sharp and cold.

"I'm not asking you." Natsume countered instead.

"Miki Azumi."

When Natsume heard her voice, he almost froze. It was soft, but it was definitely Mikan's voice. Yet it wasn't. The voice was cold, expressing nothing and giving nothing away.

Natsume watched as the Asshole in White snapped his head toward the girl called Miki. Without a warning he pulled Miki, and where to Natsume didn't know, because the moment he turned to follow them, they seemed to disappear into thin air.


"You disobeyed me." Rai declared, his hand on my arm tightening into an iron grip. As we stood outside, by the balcony the air caressed my exposed skin.

"I apologize." Was all I could say, standing there so close to Natsume all I wanted was to hug him, to tell him it's me.

Silence kept building up as I stared up at the sky, it was tense barely breathable. I wonder how long we stood there, but then master spoke up and what he said left me speechless, "Why can't you let him go?"

I avoided his gaze, just staring up at the starless night sky where the moon dominated. My eyes were brought back down, making contact with glowing golden eyes. Rai held my chin, not letting go until I answered—but I didn't know what to say…

"Forget about him, he's a human and you are an Undead. You and him no longer belong in the same world…you…belong in mine." He whispered into my ear, the hand that had held my arm in an iron grip released, and instead went up to my neck.

Slowly, with feather touches tingling my skin he freed my hair from the tight bun the hairstylist had done. Long wavy locks cascaded down to my back, with relaxing strokes, he combed my hair.

Both of his hands settled down on my cheeks, his fingers bury between my brown locks.

"Or are you going to run back to him?" He asked in defeat, resting his forehead against mine.

"And leave me?" Those words felt like stabs against my heart, each time sinking deeper and deeper. Why will it hurt me? I don't understand…

I stared into his golden eyes for what felt like eternity, feeling myself being suck into another world. I couldn't answer him before, but I have to now…

Something thumped inside me, burning me from inside out, like a second heart—but an Undead doesn't have a heart.

"I will never leave you master." I think those words sealed the contract, I have finally given my soul completely away.

Rai planted his lips against mine, brushing it softly; tasting it. He slowly deepened it, and I knew I had to kiss him back in order to assure him. It wasn't a heated kiss, wasn't passionate, just a caress of love.

Love…that I had lost.


"You haven't found her yet?" Yuri questioned, slowly taking a sip of his red wine.

"I saw her, but then she disappeared into thin air with some demon with white suit." Zean replied, looking around for a brunette in black dress.

"Maybe you aren't meant to be with her." Dylan joked, but quite down as soon as he saw glowing eyes. Those clear as glass eyes rippled with color, seemly beautiful and captivating at first glance. But as you are dragged into those soul piercing eyes, you will start to lose your mind.

"You aren't supposed to use your powers." Kayne commented, sending a watchful glance at Zean. The top student might have a total control over his amazing powers, but that didn't mean he wouldn't go berserk. After all most power are usually manipulated by emotions.

Zean on the other hand turned quickly as if something had shocked him, and there it was…the girl he had been looking for. She walked beside the guy in white suit, and to his surprise it was Rai Hart.

"Found her." Zean announced, moving rapidly to his target, his reflex granting him the power to reach there without a hassle.

As he appeared before them, Rai barely blinked giving him a bored expression, while the cute brunette raised an eyebrow. As he had expected, she wasn't human and that's probably what had intrigue him.

"You are an Undead." He said without giving much thought, and as he had suspected the brunette barely changed her features.

"You have a contract?" Zean wondered aloud, being able to have that special power he could easily read into people's memories and emotions.

Even though she was an Undead; a being that neither felt nor expressed emotion, at the mention of 'contract' her eyes widen and snapped up to meet his emerald eyes. Now, she has more surprises than he had expected.

"Be my servant, mine."

To be continued…


I decided to continue My Contract with the Grim Reaper because seeing that I received quite a few requests and I could say no. Although my updating on this story will be uneven, I will try my best. And thank you for those that support this story!

By the way, Mikan is confused who she loves, she even wonders if she even has that kind of feelings…since she's an Undead.

~Lots of Luvs~