Death was more peaceful than he thought. There was no persons in white coat to experiment on him. It was dark but it was okay. He was used to it anyway, darkness was safe. But then it all started to fade away for the sight of warm chocolate eyes and freckles.
He blinked and it's only when he'll close his eyes 20 years later a hole in his chest and a smile on his lips that he would remember them.
He opened his eyes to only see white, white, white.
But no, no, no, no, no, no !
Where was his mother and her loving smile ?
Where was Sabo ready to hit him with his pipe for making their little brother cry again ?
Dammit ! Where was shitty Roger so he could just punch him ?
But none of this was present.
It took him a second to remember why this was so familiar.
As he was thrown back in a cell the boy whispered to the wind "Sorry, I couldn't see you realize your dream Lu'..." Hoping these words would reach hi brother's ears.
The second time he fell in the cold hands of death he hoped his eyes would stay closed but alas…
Yamato Ayumu was a silent boy considered a genius by many, who loved his twin sister and would do anything to protect her.
Ayumu grew to be a model student, working in part-time in a library while studying in psychology at Tokyo University. He was satisfied with in life, sure he didn't had friends and his only family left was his sister but somehow he was, maybe not happy, but satisfied and it was already enough for him.
And it would've keep going if his little Na-chan didn't suddenly called him to ask if he would come to her wedding.
Marriage ! He never even met her boyfriend ! He didn't asked him if he could court her, less again marry her ? She was free to make her decisions but meeting him beforehand would've been nice !
But Ayumu came and he held his Na-chan close as she cried when her husband had to leave for work when she was pregnant.
And here he was again with some TakeSuchis for his sister and her son like every tuesday.
But unlike every tuesday there was a man in the garden, with a gun, standing in front of his 2 years-old nephew's window.
He was not thinking when he jumped on the man's back and stated choking him. He knew if he stopped it would pu his little Na-chan and Tsu-kun in danger. So he would keep fighting no matter what.
And fighting he did. He kept fighting when he got shot. He kept fighting as he was loosing more blood. He kept fighting until a smirk made its way on his face with the thought that at least he took the bastard in hell with him.
And once again he woke up surrounded by white. He shut his eyes, keeping the tears away because his sisters was alone again and so was he, he would never see his nephew grow.
The coldness of Death was starting to be a familiar embrace, maybe that's the reason why he was more connected to the spiritual world this time.
And do he opened his eyes to hear "It's a girl your Majesty !"
She closed her eyes after a sort life for a martian but she was proud to say she fought for her princess until her last breath as she took out another terran.
She- he no she ? Felt lost when instead of white it's a warm black that surrounded them.
They couldn't help but hope they would stay here.
Unfortunately Fates seemed to have something else for them.
"Congratulations Hino-san ! It's a girl !"
This time her life was long and happy, sure there was troubles along the way but it was worth it.
She served her princess -now her queen – protected her and earth after taking Mars' throne.
This time she took her last breath surrounded by her friends and family, taking one last promise of taking care of Phobos and Demos and to -of course – keep protecting the royal family, the raging fire inside her died.
Only for it to change and try to escape.
The now-boy could only blink at the strange and very long lives he had.
When he was thrown back in his cell (again) he found comfort in the light of the moon, feeling as if someone was weeping his tears away, and maybe far far away in another world his queen was…
The cycle started again, Death and Birth, he could only see his father's stoic face and his mother's tired smile before forgetting everything.
He saved his little brother and did his duty toward his village, he might have lose everything else but he died happy.
The blue-haired boy could only cry at night for the boy who ended up killing his clan, his family only to be killed by the one he loved the most because some old men said it had to be done.
A few hours later he started chocking and screaming in pain.
He was back. Right in the middle of a war.
Great.
Oh well, he'll fight side by side with his brother this time. And for a brief moment he was this person again, that boy who was ready to destroy the world if it could protect his little brother. Anything for him.
But as soon as it started it was finished and he was back in his cell, a scientist yelling at him from behind the door. Unknown from everyone but the boy, this night his eyes turned red with three black tomoe before turning back indigo.
It was the first time he kept his memories longer than a few minutes after his new birth.
Everybody around him was blue with red eyes, weird but okay, he saw weirdest things before.
He wanted to keep listening but he was sleepy….so….very….sleepy… Just a small nap….
He woke up in the cold and a man with only one eye and a sword above him before having his memories whipped away.
Oh and how many time did death visited him ? He always came back, but not this time.
A god huh ? He was still a teenager in their years but he protected the only one except for his beautiful mother who never left his side (except when he did pranks) but he loved him so much, adopted or not, jotuun or aesir. He was his brother and he'll find a way back to him, after all, he promised him, the sun would shine on them again.
After this day the cold stopped bothering him and he started to find comfort in storms.
It was the last time it happened, he promised himself. He had the power of a god, he just needed to wake it up ! And what would be better for this than a life-threatening situation ? But it did one second too late.
He could only meet beautiful emerald eyes resembling his own in is past life before being taken by Morpheus.
His life was hard and short. Full of betrayals but even more of magic. 17 was young but he never been a child anyway. He was a survivor. Not some kind of Chosen One or Martyr. He always wanted to be just Harry but above all he wanted to be happy. But it seems that even after dying for them, coming back and saving them from a Dark Lord he was not enough.
They always asked for more and more. And when pieces of memories from other lives started to come at him, he thought he finally reached freedom.
Then, they pushed him through the veil.
No… No. NO !
ENOUGH.
When he came back to his senses after his blackout he was covered up in blood, the scientists were dead.
Free, at last… No. Not yet with the mafia still existing. He would destroy it and then he could be more than Rokudo Mukuro. Kufufufu.