Chapter
I "The Prophesy"
By
Dragangelis
Pluto,
the Guardian of Time, watched Death's latest incarnation. No one had figured out who he was yet, and
he even boasted about being the Shinigami. This time he had long chestnut hair kept in a loose braid. The only thing that could possibly betray
him was his violet eyes, which he called cobalt blue.
"You
are looking at Death's final incarnation…" Pluto heard a voice say. She turned around quickly to see who had
spoken to her.
It
was a woman she had never seen before. The woman's shoulder length hair was as red as blood and hung free. Black eyes, so much like a black hole,
stared at Pluto and caused her skin to crawl. Her skin was a pale ivory and lacked even the slightest hint of a tan. The woman's face appeared ageless and was
adorned by a cruel smile. Her nails
were long and appeared to be as sharp as daggers, and her painted black.
"Who
are you?" Pluto demanded of the intruder. Laughter met her question.
"Who
are you!" she demanded again. The
laughter subsided.
"Do
you really want to know?" the woman asked. Pluto nodded.
"Yu
may call me Yora," the woman said. It
was then Setsuna remembered something that she had been told a very long time
ago.
When
Death Stands alone and is defeated, Night shall inherit all. It will be his final incarnation. Every one will become enslaved for an
eternity of hell. The twilight of Death
is the end of every thing. Nothing
after that can stop Yora.
"He
will not fail!" Pluto screamed.
"This
is his final incarnation. He has become
too human. I will defeat him!"
"Dead
Scream," Pluto whispered, but Yora was already gone.
"Oh
god," Pluto said to herself. It was
moments later when she remembered the second part of that prophecy.
Destruction,
Death, and Rebirth exist together in a cycle. Separate both will fall, but together they are unstoppable.
Senshi
Pluto then saw an image of a girl she knew all to well. Black hair fell to her shoulders and dark
purple eyes held too much sorrow for such a young face. She looked sickly and weak, but she was very
powerful. She was dressed entirely in
black, and that made her looked even sicklier.
"Hotaru…"
Pluto said.
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Hotaru
sat on her bed, her attention totally and completely absorbed by her current
novella. That was exactly how Haruka
found her.
"Drink
this," Haruka said, setting down a glass of milk in front of the girl. She looked at Hotaru, expecting the girl to
pick it up and drink it.
"You
need you calcium," Haruka explained. Hotaru looked at the glass, and then wrinkled her nose in disgust. She reached for the glass under Haruka's
watchful eye and took a tiny sip.
'Yuk!'
Hotaru thought as she tasted the drink. She barely managed to swallow the first sip, and it was a big glass.
Her
salvation came when Haruka turned her attention elsewhere for a few
moments. Hotaru promptly emptied the
glass into a plant she kept in her room.
Haruka did not suspect a
thing.
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"Omae o korosu," Duo heard
Heero threaten him, again. Duo tried
not to laugh at the irony of the situation. Shinigami was getting death threats.
"Hey
take it easy, I was just kiddin'" Duo told his friend. Moments later Heero put his gun away and
tried to ignore him, but Duo refused to quiet. He was bored. In all of his
lifetimes he had always had more to do, but with this peace Duo had grown
bored.
A
very dangerous state of mind for Death to be in. He eventually grew bored with his emotionally barren friend. Without saying a word he walked off, leaving
Heero alone.
After
walking a short distance Duo hears a scream, but it was choked off. Duo felt another soul become his; some one
had just been killed. Killing always
had angered him. He found the killer easily,
for it was not taxing matter to trace the aura of a murderer for Death.
The
killer was a woman with blond hair that Duo knew all to well.
Dorothy
Catalonia.
"That
was stupid of you Ms. Catalonia…" Duo said in a voice that sounded nothing like
his own. It bore the weight of
thousands of lifetimes and was colder than even the perfect soldiers.
"In
killing you have given yourself over to me," Death said in his monotone.
"Duo?"
Dorothy asked. In his eyes she saw even
less than had ever been seen in Heero's, in fact at that moment to her, the
perfect soldier looked like an angel.
Duo
reached out with Death's shadowy touch. Dorothy was not even able to scream. She fell dead, and Death held yet another soul.
In
the alley the bloody form of Relena Peacecraft lay dead, just as her killer
did.
Author's
notes-Okeyday…Ya like?? I would
appreciate reviews. My muses were
really cooperating! Thank You Anigel,
thank you Shrapnel. Both muses bow. Well When I get at least 10 reviews I
will put up chapter 2.
