A/n: As requested I continued this FanFic. I hope you like the coming chapters as much as the first!! Special thanks go to: Hanae da Firefly whose amazing review for the first chapter gave me a hint on how to continue, Seiko-Chan who encouraged me to continue this, Konzen, Chelle86 a.k.a Yaone-chan and to anyone else who has reviewed!!!!
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Chapter 2: No Longer
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Why? That was all that she could ask amidst the turmoil of pain and anger, which now troubled her soul like the wind, strong and ferocious, troubles a sea. Why? The question had become a torment. Its answer was what damned her.
Why had she not died? She had been so close to freedom! She had felt her inner self breaking free from her living prison. How could she wake up to find herself entrapped again? How? Why?
Because she was Death. Death is not amongst the living. Death does not walk amongst the dead. Death is nothing. She was nothing. Death made your heart stop beating. Death left you cold and alone in a vacuum of darkness. And she was Death, alone in her own darkness now, cold and emotionless because she had been disillusioned. Because she had been betrayed. Never should she have trusted him. Why had he brought her so close to eternal happiness only to let her find pout that it could never be hers? Had he not heard her? Had he not understood? Had he not seen her suffering? Then why did he have to inflict more.
Her heart throbbed in her chest; she could hear it beating. She hated it. Her soul stirred with one emotion: hatred. She couldn't feel anything anymore: no pity for the ones she took away, no pain at the scars she left in people's hearts. Nothing. Had it not been for that single feeling which seemed to pervade her entirely: body, mind, heart and soul, she would have gone completely numb.
Her eyes focused on her reflection. Features as gentle as the petals from a Sakura tree…she recalled a particular divinity's words for her as he sipped his sake under a tree. Sweet and gentle, like any other angel's, but they infuriated her. The mirror slammed onto the ground, turning into thousands of silvery particles. Sweet and gentle she was no longer.
Her mind raced back to the inn room that night: cold exterior, eyes somewhat disturbed, mind preoccupied, soul troubled…He had to suffer. She would make him suffer. She would not be kind this time. Kind she had stopped being when she discovered how badly he had disillusioned her. Quick and painless would not do this time. It had to be long and painful and he would have to live to bear the suffering, all of it, alone, until what she would make him go through would equal what he had made her endure. One by one she would take them and he would have to watch her, unable to do anything to stop her. Yes, in this way he would suffer.
She heard her call. Another soul had to be collected. She smiled, a grin that sent shivers down the spine. She let out a laugh and on black wings of hate and fury, Death descended to the world below to rip that person's life away.
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