Okay, I do NOT know where this came from. I just had to write it! I hadn't even planned for Death to come into this in this way! He was going to be a minor character at the end! Now he's not quite that anymore! You'll find out everything else when I finish the rest of the backstories. If I need to, I'll switch the two chapters around later. For now, enjoy this quick update! Still three or four, maybe more chapters left 'cause I didn't plan this!

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Death lounged in his chair, his practical throne, bored as ever. No, not bored as ever. Just bored. Taking souls had been an eternal job and would be an eternal job. Hence, the mere thought of taking lives got boring at times. He lounged lazily, legs loosely crossed, nimble fingers curled up against his cheek, elbow supporting his head on the chair's arm. Behind him his overly large sythe rested easily aginst the wall. The room was not that bright and quite cold. Not freezing, freezing cold, but definately chilly. And Death, in his too big for his size cloak, smiled amusedly at the choas going on out in the world. Not just all the death - no, that was getting temporarily boring - but with the guardians' current struggle.

Death, or Grim M. Reaper, or just D., as he sometimes mockingly asks 'friends' to call him, stretched out suddenly, arms and legs untangling and extending, hands curling into fists, invisable toes almost trying to dislocate themselves. He stretches out his spine a little before curling back into place.

'He' is used loosely; Death doesn't mind if he is referred as a boy - in fact, he seemed to find it amusing - but he wouldn't take offense at all if one mistook him as girl. Death itself knew no gender, and this manifestation didn't either. He had an ambiguous body and a unisex voice timbre. One could think, looking at him, he was a lean young man or a flat chested teenage girl. His voice was low enough to be taken as male, but high enough another would think he was one of those girls whose voice was a bit deeper than others. All in all, he didn't care, he just found it amusing. But most seemed to take him as boy, which was just fine by him. Most cultures (but not all) did, anyway. Which was why it was so amusing.

Next to his throne, Cerberus whined, obviously just as bored as his master, if not more so. This amused Death all the more. He chuckled at his three-headed dog.

"Come now, Cerberus," he suddenly said, causing the dog's head to snap up at him. "Today is an exciting day!" he said, just above a whisper. "We'll find out if today I'll be taking an immortal's life. And if it's a certain immortal," he poked at his bottom lip with his middle finger playfully, "I'll get back one of my lost souls." He sat up slightly. "Actually, either way I might."

Cerberus cocked his head, wondering what his master was talking about, not sure which immortal or lost soul he meant.

Death noticed. He smiled amusedly.

"Silvia Rose Icing. Born in 7,000,126 World Creation. Died 7,000,148. Daniel Edgar Icing. Born 7,000,116. Died 7,000,131," he recited. "Jackson Overland Frost. Born 1695 Anno Domini, died 1712. Pippa Hazel Frost. Born - well, she never exactly died. Thanks to Silvia, she crossed over the immortal realm before I could take her," he gave up, flicking his wrist lazily, closing his eyes, and reclining back. He opened them to stare at his pet almost blankly. "Remember now?"

Cerberus hunched his shoulders. He had seen many deaths and souls pass on in his time since he and Death were created with the life of this world. Although those who couldn't die or were ripped from his underworld still stayed in his memory, he couldn't possibly remember all the details at once when his master begged him to recall.

"Pity," Death almost sighed in boredom, looking away. "Let's take a stroll down memory lane, then, shall we?"

Death lounged in his chair in a similar fashion, watching amusedly as the chubby man from the moon walked down his hall in anticipation. After all, one could easily walk through death's door, but it was not so easily to leave, especially if one made the wrong move.

Cerberus growled at the living intruder, hunching back into an attack position. When his master gave the order - IF his master gave the order, as he had learned over years - he would be ready to lunge and drag the chubby man to the underworld.

"Tsar Lunar!" Grim M. Reaper greeted with fake enthusiasm, all for his amusement, "What - a - surprise! I did not take you as one to commit suicide, especially in a foreign world, with a foreign death."

The silent threat was not unnoticed. The chubby man gulped nervously. Death smiled. This was so much FUN.

"I'm not - I mean to say, that's not my intention," he stammered.

"Hm." Death's amusement did not fade in the least bit. "So, what are you here for?" he asked, relaxing back more.

"I - " he gulped again.

Cerberus did not like the nervous human. He sought to drag the man into his underworld after having been brought close enough into Death's reach. He was certainly close enough to be cut down by his master's sythe, if his master chose to do so.

He took a deep breath, visage showing forced resolve. "I want to make a deal with you."

Grim M. Reaper threw his fingers outward. "Oh, ho, ho! Let me guess; immortality? I can't give you that, my friend."

The chubby man shivered under being called 'my friend'. While not a bad ally (if Death actually had allies), one certainly didn't want to have the grim reaper as his friend.

"N-no. I already have that. Well, - from my galaxy," he faltered.

Death's smile nearly vanished. His brow furrowed. "Then what do you want?" he cut to the chase, all the amusement gone from his voice.

"There are four people I would like to - um," he stammered under Cerberus' master's harsh gaze, "I want four people to become immortals so I can - um - Stop staring at me like that!"

Death's smile returned in the form of a snicker. He was amused again, finding the chubby man funny.

Cerberus pouted inwardly. This man was not likely to die today; or at least for the moment.

"Four people, eh?"

"Yes, that's right. It's for..." and the chubby man explained his situation to the reaper of life.

Grim M. Reaper sighed, as if this was not as exciting as he expected it to be. Cerberus knew this was all but a farce.

"I see," Death consented tonelessly. "I get it. BUT - " he smiled mockingly, "ONLY because I think this could bring more despair - which will cause more death - " he laughed, "as it comes to be. Yes, I agree." He leaned in foward. "Do you have anyone in mind, Tsar Lunar?"

The chubby man stared suspiciously, as if he was trying to figure out what Death was playing at. Cerberus could have snorted. Good luck with that.

"No, not particularly - "

"Good; then I shall choose for you." His master held out a hand. A light surrounded by greenish tint appeared in his hand. He stared intently into it for a moment before speaking. "Yes, these four will do the trick. Marie A. Wilde, about to die at hands of her insane husband. She loves nothing better than spring. Ashton L. High, about to be wrongfully burned to death as," Death covered his mouth to keep from chuckling, mirth twinkling in his eyes, "an evil wizard. He'll do for summer. Aurora P. Faell, will soon die of disease. Autumn is her favorite season due to the change in leaf colors. And Queen Silvia R. Icing. About to be murdered by terrorists. She's loved winter since she was a child and is about to die very cold hearted."

Grim M. Reaper let the orb fade away. "After they are reaped, they are your's. They will not enter Cerberus' underworld."

Cerberus gawked at his master, stupified, horrified, and annoyed. His master ignored his gaze, shooing him. Cerberus turned sulkingly to the chubby man and growled. The chubby man stiffened.

"Th-thank you? Lord Death," he stammered, not sure what else to do. Cerberus could have rolled his eyes, all six of them.

"Please," Death said in fake, sweet voice, "do not call me that. We are friends, aren't we? D. will suffice."

Yes, his master was very amused right now.

Tsar Lunar stuttered a bit before turning to go. Once he left safely, Cerberus laid down, heads on his paws. He eyed his master carefully, wondering specifically why he chose those people.

"Oh, don't worry, Cerberus," he re-assured, still watching the hall the chubby man had passed through. "I will get them. I always get them back. Eventually," he added, stretching his limbs and torso. Death yawned. "But there's a lost soul attatched to Silvia Rose Icing. He stayed with her instead of submitting my wrath. I hate souls with unfinished business. Once this Mother Nature woman is done with her toys, the soul wil no doubt follow his sister back to me. Then I will have him."

Cerberus whined. All that trouble for one soul.

His master grinned at him. "Ahh, don't be like that!"

Thousands upon thousands of years later, Death returned from one of his hunts. Dropping his bag of harvested souls in front his dog, he didn't even acknowledge the creature as it hastily took the bag away from the hall, ripping it with his many teeth.

Death was not in the best of moods. He was still sore over having lost two souls to Tsar Lunar more than a millenia ago. Which was why he did not smile when the stubby man walked doen his hall. In a bad mood, Cerberus busy, and having just returned fronm his hunt, he kept his sythe close, in his hand.

This time, however, the Tsar was more confident than the last. Whether it was because he had already faced Death once and lived, or whatever had happened since, or both, Death didn't quite know, nor did he care. He knew it irked him, though, to see this fool confident. Death did not take theives well.

"Tsar Lunar," he greeted.

"Hello, Lord Death," the stubby man returned.

"Have you come to finally die? I assure you, Cerberus will be most pleased; he's been wanting to take you down to the underworld since you first met," he told the man.

The foriegner chuckled, though Death could sense his apprehenion; none walked through Death's halls, even more than once, without apprehansion or anticipation. Still, the chuckling annoyed him, even if the emotions sated the blow.

"No, I'm not ready to die yet," he said. "I need - I need another winter spirit. I've already discussed it with Mother Nature and now I need your approval."

Grim M. Reaper tried to remain annoyed, but his sense of amusement was beginning to return. The man actually expected him to comply! After the last time, he would be lucky to leave the hall without at least an attempt from Cerberus.

"Really? Why?"

The Tsar explained it to him. In the meantime, his dog returned from his duties. Upon seeing the man, he took his usual stance, growling. The Tsar took half a step back, further amusing the unaffected reaper.

"Uh-huh. I see," the reaper said. "Now give me a good reason why I should let you take another soul to use. In other words, what's in it for me?"

Tsar Lunar didn't falter. Death could sense Cerberus' disappointment.

"It's a winter spirit, my Lord. Surely," he explained without the slightest hint of pleasantness, "you know how deadly winter can be, even unintentionally."

Grim M. Reaper smirked deviously, "Indeed, I do. So, who will it be?"

The three-headed dog perked his ears at its master, confused and baffled at his master giving in so easily. He was ignored.

Death didn't expect the stubby man to have anyone specifically in mind again. Which was why was surprised - then amused - when he did.

"A Jackson Overland Frost. He would have died via drowning in a frozen pond earlier today. You would have reaped him by now, yes?"

"Jackson," the reaper repeated the name slowly, enjoying the sound of it. "Yes, I remember him. It was either him or that little girl. Yes, I know of him." He turned to look at Cerberus, almost bored yet smiling. "Would he have entered the river Lethe yet?"

"River Lethe?" the Tsar was taken aback.

The reaper turned back to him. "Yes, you wouldn't know too much about my lair, would you? The river Lethe relieves the soul of all memory of life. The soul forgets its human life entirely. Is that a bad thing for you?" he smiled.

"Oh no," the stubby man assured, making Death frown. "Actually, that's perferrable. I don't want him to remember his human life just yet. He needs to forget."

The shiningami rolled his back so he could see his dog, unamused. "Get Jackson for me. If he hasn't touched the river yet, give him a good dunk. Bring him back here, soul in one piece. There will be no heaven or hell for him today."

Cerberus complied. After all, the deal was already set. There was no getting out of it now.

"Silvia!" Lord Death threw up his arms, smiling gaily at his newest guest not two years later. "How good to see you!" He suddenly got bored with the happiness and sat back down in his usual position. "Well?"

Cerberus didn't bother to sit up properly at the intruder's presence. She was an immortal, a former soul that should have been his. Why bother with this one? She wasn't worth it. Now the chubby man, he was one Cerberus wanted to drag to the deep bowels of Hades. He did not not the chubby man.

With the dog content with his thoughts, Death regarded the woman casually. "What brings you here?"

"I think you know," she said, skipping formalities.

Death had to smile at her edge. "Enlighten me."

She made a sour expression, taking his smile as being a smart alec. "A few centuries ago, I lost my element. I was banish- "

"I know," he interrupted.

Silvia's mood soured all the more. How funny!

"The point," she decided to cut to the chase, "is, that I nothing in this life for me. I haven't for years. I'm sick of this game. I want my family back. My brother, parents, idiot husband, and children. In other words, I want to die now."

Cerberus snapped up at those words.

Death grunted, mirth in his eyes. "Is that so? Well, I'm sorry, very sorry, to say that's not possible right now."

Both the woman and dog stared in astonishment at him.

"What!?" the immortal fumed. "What to you mean 'not possible'? You are death, for goodness' sake! You can kill me, and you will here and now!"

"I love your enthusiasm," Grim M. Reaper commented. He meant it. "Sadly, there's nothing I can do. The only way I can take your life is for you to create an offense so ghastly death would have to be your only form of proper punishment. And that, my dear, is a hard thing to accomplish."

Cerberus whined loudly.

"Be quiet, you big baby."

Silvia considered this in silence. "How large of an offense? Tell me. I'll do it."

Death raised his eyebrows. He had stopped smiling a while ago, visage now blank, curious if anything. "I'm not too sure. Have you tried discussing it with the Man in the Moon?" he asked, amusement taking over.

"Shut up."

He rolled his head around at her comment, amused at her funny phrase.

"Maybe you could try running away with Cerberus," he suggested. "See if you can enter the underworld."

The three-headed dog perked up at that.

"Please," the Queen scorned. Cerberus laid his heads back down sourly. "I need to be your grasp first. Otherwise, it won't work."

"I'm sorry for the inconveniece," Death told her seriously. "I truly am. You have eternity to plot. When you come up with one that works we'll meet again," he finished, mirth in his voice.

Silvia angerly took her leave, eyes blazing, parka billowing behind her.

Death threw his head back, laughing wildly.

Cerberus merely sulked at his loss.

"And Daniel," the reaper nearly whispered.

The soul stopped following his sister. He whirled around in fear and amazement. Silvia crossed the threshold, not noticing or hearing.

"I'll be gladly awaiting your return, too."

The lost soul hurried after his sister. Death continued to laugh, not bothering to reap him just yet.

"Now do you remember?"

Cerberus' ears drooped at his master's bluntness. NYes, nw he remembered. He still wasn't done sulking over that.

"Pippa Frost still hasn't come into my grasp. I didn't even offer her," his master continued. "I want my souls back. I'm done with Lunar's games." He folded his hands neatly under his chin. "Today, I get back two of my souls. If Silvia and Daniel do not come to me, I will steal Jackson back, and Pippa, if I can. If not, then, well," he smiled, amused at his own plans, "Silvia will lose her guardian. Daniel will be on my hunt list. My special lost soul."

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If you don't understand something, just ask! Is anyone else feeling hyper? No, just me? Maybe it's the pop I've been drinking. Or my Death OC and Cerberus excite me so much. That sounds weird! AHH! WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE! ( I really need to calm down xD)

storygirl99210: Thank you! :D I agree, I'm so horrible to her in her early life. Unfortunately, it's necessay for the plot.

E: Um, thank you for the suggestion, but why are you giving them to me?