A/N: Prompt based on AU list. Reincarnation: our characters in a previous life, for therandomwolf. Based on a Japanese myth that star-crossed lovers who commit dual suicide are reincarnated as twins. SUICIDE IS NOT FEATURED, BUT MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH IS.

Rated T for themes. Enjoy.

Maka squeezed his hand as they took their seats on the little shuttle bus.

"I can't believe we're finally doing it," she said breathlessly. "It feels like a dream."

"Yeah," Soul said, unable to control his wide grin. "Finally, no more hiding."

"No one can stop us," she agreed. "We get to Vegas, get married and that's it."

He squeezed her hand back. "No one's going to separate us, not anymore."

Her eyes looked shiny in the internal bus lights, but her smile told him they were happy tears. Dawn was half an hour away and it was still dark outside.

The shuttle bus started and they shared a little laugh.

"My dad's gonna be so pissed," she said lowly after they had been on the road for thirty minutes.

Soul nodded. "Mine too. But there's nothing they can do about it. We're legal adults, they don't have a say."

She hummed and placed her head on his shoulder. "I love you," she whispered.

He sighed and lay his head on top of hers. "I love you too." He turned his head a little so he could brush his lips against her crown. "Always."

As the shuttle bus crossed an intersection, the trailer truck came out of nowhere, ramming into the back of the little bus. All the passengers screamed, and Soul and Maka clung to each other. The bus spun round, went off the side of the road, and began to roll.

The last thing Soul heard was Maka's screams.

Sammy jolted awake in his bead, a scream echoing faintly in his head. He took a deep gulp of hair and pulled his duvet up to his mouth to quiet his breathing. His sister was a light sleeper, and he didn't want to wake her up.

"Sammy?" a little voice called softly. "You OK?"

He glanced over to see his twin sister's head of ash blonde—so different to his silver—peeking out from the nest of blankets she had made in her sleep. He met her eyes and shook his head.

"Nightmare?" Mary asked and he nodded.

She was silent for a moment and Sammy could imagine her biting her lip like she did when she was thinking.

"You wanna climb in with me?"

Without a word he scrambled out of his bed, and was across the room and on hers in a second. She moved aside of him and he joined her in her little burrow. Mary pulled a blanket up over both of their heads and their hands found each other in the dark.

"You wanna talk about it?" she whispered.

"I don't really remember it," he confessed. "Just that it was scary."

She yawned and murmured a sleepy "OK".

After a couple of moments of quiet, Sammy tugged on her hand. "Hey, we're gonna be together forever, right? Twinsies?"

Mary giggled a little. "'course dummy. Twinsies are forever."

Pacified, Sammy drifted off to sleep. "Cool," he said, just before he followed his sister into happier dreams.