I haven't got that many reviews but I have got repeated reviews from the same people so thank you so much because it makes me feel it is worth to go on. 
(Rinoa Redcloak: I don't write very often but I think up stories a lot. So I have had that in my mind for a while.)
It will all come together soon. I think there will be 1 or 2 chapters after this one. 
Also, I retreated into known lands by drawing from Greek/Roman mythology. My rendition may not be completely exact though… also I invented the Fate Changer stuff. I think.
 
As usual italics= thoughts, /italics/= words of a song, "Wuthering Heigths" by Kate Bush, %=memories

I have read so many fics lately that I hope I have not unwittingly plagiarized someone... please let me now if you feel otherwise.

Disclaimer: I don't own YnM or any of the characters. I hopefully have invented Sacha and Anya though

 
 
 
 
 
Out on the winding/ windy moors we'd roll and fall in green/
You had a temper/ like my jealousy/ too hot/too greedy

% "You are saying that you are dead."

"I am"

"But… how can this be."

"We don't have time for this. Your friend is in danger, remember? I have to go. I hope I will be back with him." "You are scared."

"I am."%

Kathy sitting at a desk the first time he had seen her. Kathy laughing. Kathy when she told him that she wasn't a real person, that she was dead and a shinigami. 

 
How could you leave me/ when I needed to possess you?/ I hated you I loved you too
bad dream in the night/ They told me I was going to lose the fight

% "I saved him Oriya, but it isn't right. He will kill Oriya. Many people. Many people."%

Kathy in tears when she had revealed to him that Muraki would become a psycho killer. All these images revolved around in Oriya's head. And Kathy there now. She would have looked the same as ever, if it hadn't been for a certain look she had in her eyes. A look that said she had aged inside.

He finally broke the silence.

"I am not going anywhere. I am not going anywhere without you."

"I can't escape my fate, you know that. It is foolish of you to die." Her voice trembled. There was care in it. Oriya's heart remembered what it felt like to love her. His voice softened.

"No. All this time you have carried this burden. All this time you thought it was your fault. I can see it in your eyes. Well, girl, I will tell you something. It is my fault too. I made a promise and at the time I didn't realize how hard it would be. Every time I help him, tend his wounds, give him food, I help him kill people. And I am tired of doing that. So I am not going anywhere. I will get my workers to leave the building if you think it is necessary. I have two hours left to live. I am not going to waste my time trying to escape. I have a better idea on how to spend my last time alive." Oriya held Kathy's gaze, which felt incredibly heavy. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were pleading. He forced himself to keep holding the gaze as he closed the distance between them.

Sacha held her breath. And he kissed her on the lips.

In Meifu, the shinigami were discussing about the new gruesome case they had. What really puzzled them was the message left on the victim: I know you are here, Kathy. Their first thought was that Muraki had something to do with this, but it really didn't look like it at a closer look.

A knock at the door of the meeting room shook them all from their discussion. But what shook them more was Anya's face upon entering.

"Anya? What's wrong?"

The girl sunk down in silence on a chair and showed Tatsumi a brief letter

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"Dear Anya,

I am sorry I cannot explain what is going on. I would rather you and all the others didn't get involved. I am writing this message to say goodbye, because I know that I haven't got much left to live. A couple of hours. Please tell the others that I love them and not to worry about me.

You will get some sort of gruesome message from somebody looking for Kathy. Kathy is me. It will all resolve itself in a few hours, don't worry about it. I need to go to try and save at least him.

You are a wonderful shinigami and you have been a wonderful partner and a great friend.

Love,

Sacha."

Tatsumi looked puzzled and worried at the girl. Anya kept looking to the ground. She started out softly.

"There are things that we didn't tell you. And things she didn't even tell me. Sacha has been to Japan before. I don't know what happened because I was in a coma then. As a shinigami. She came to track down the person that caused me to go in a coma. When she came back, that's when she decided to leave the division. At first she seemed shell-shocked. Then she became like a different person, all withdrawn and seemingly emotionless. She didn't use to be like this. Like she was carrying a huge burden. She never told me what happened. With time, I somehow figured out she had for the first time used some sort of power she had been told she possessed, and it didn't go well."

The four shinigami listened in silence. They still looked puzzled. "What does she mean by 'I've not got much left to live', how would she know?" asked Tatsumi slowly.

"I think… she never said it herself, but I am pretty sure Sacha is a Fate Changer." She looked up at Tatsumi

Watari, Hisoka and Tsuzuki were still clueless, but they would have agreed it sounded ominous.

Tatsumi on the other hand clearly knew what she was talking about. His brow furrowed. "Do you really believe in that?"

"She made me believe in it."

"Tatsumi, what's going on?" Tsuzuki demanded for an explanation.

Anya continued. "In ancient Greek and Roman mythology there was a belief that fate is predetermined and immutable, and everybody, even gods have to bend to it. Currently, it is popular belief among the shinigami that this is true but that some people, maybe 1 in 10, maybe fewer, are imbued with the power to see and affect the fate of others, hence the name Fate Changers. Most people don't even realize they have such power. They may have hunches of what is best to do in some situations, and generally the choices they make affect everybody around them. They can't actually change their own fate. It's… difficult, because it is too easy to excuse oneself this way and at the same time it is hard to accept that you have no real free will. But, yes, I think it is real." Anya started to sob quietly. "Which means I can do nothing to save her."

Silence reigned in the room for a few seconds. Anya kept sobbing. Can't help her… she will die… she will die…

She was so immersed in her thoughts that the voice seemed to come from another dimension. "Are you crazy? You can't just ACCEPT that she is going to die." Anya felt herself being lifted up and found herself looking very closely at Hisoka's face. "She is your partner and you followed her through thick and thin, so cut the crap, as you would say, and start looking for her."

"Hisoka…" Anya caught herself just in time. There had to be a reason why Sacha had not wanted to tell him about his powers. And Anya had started to feel that that reason might be connected to why she had said nothing about her own powers. If he was willing to do something, Hisoka was Sacha's only hope, and Anya knew it. She nodded. "But I really have no idea where she may be."

Sacha lifted herself from the bed slightly. Through an open slit of the door she looked at the procession of people leaving the establishment. Oriya was a kind man. She had known when she had first seen him. Katsutaka and him seemed like the oddest couple of friends. Muraki was always arrogant and self-assured. It may have been a mask that he wore to start with but it had stuck so deeply that he couldn't take it off anymore. Oriya was gentle and caring. Oriya was loyal. I guess that was his problem in the end. She hadn't expected to fall in love. Apparently Oriya had never suspected. He had left her to the advances of his friend, which she had accepted in hope to learn more about the case. % I will never desert him. I promise that. % The rash promise of a friend who didn't know what horror was. But he was right. He had open Pandora's box, and now he could not shut it. He could only go. At least he was not going to go alone. Oriya entered the room in silence. "They have almost all left."

"Good because he will be here soon."

Anya was looking through her partner's drawers. That was the best idea they could come up with to find the girl. Tatsumi had mentioned what she had said about being in love with some guy and they had concluded there was a high chance that this guy was located in Japan. He was probably the guy she was referring to in the letter. But they had no idea who he was. The silence was heavy with frightened thoughts. Finally Anya located what she was looking for. It was a small lacquered box, looking pretty innocuous in the corner of an underwear drawer. But Anya knew Sacha kept some private stuff in it. She had seen her friend take it out and go through its contents with great care, when she thought she was alone. Anya opened the box with almost religious care. She was trying to refrain from hoping too much. There were pictures in the box. Many were of Anya herself, which made the girl smile a little. Some were of the Shokan division people. Anya mad a mental note to herself that more than one of those were of Tatsumi. Finally she got to a photo that was different. It was the photo of a Japanese boy. It was older than some of the others. She immediately knew it was him. She handed the picture to Watari, who was standing there in silence with his three colleagues. Watari spoke softly "We can scan this in and search the database. It should be possible to find him. Uhm, he looks kind of familiar too." He passed the photograph to Tsuzuki and Tatsumi. "Yeah he looks familiar. Still, don't know who he is." They agreed. It was then that Hisoka spoke. As soon as Tsuzuki had glanced at the picture he had known. And he had remembered an image he had got from Sacha's mind when she had first touched him, a few months earlier on the steps of Saint Paul's. A familiar looking person, but much younger and more vulnerable, covered in blood. Things were coming together in a strange way. But they were coming together. Somehow. And so Hisoka spoke "It's Oriya Mibu, Muraki's friend."

When he walked into the garden, Sacha felt it. It was her destiny coming to her. Oriya caught her holding her breath and squeezed her tighter. "How can he possibly be back? Not that I don't believe it, I have seen quite a few odd things in my time… Is it Muraki's doing?"

Sacha shook her head. "He certainly tried and failed. I think he made some pact with a demon. Came back from hell."

They caught sight of him coming towards the house. It was all silence. He looked young and deranged. He smirked. But somehow the couple wasn't scared. They were somehow suspended in a moment they had truly been expecting for decades.

Come and get your revenge if you wish, Shidou Saki.

Sacha knew exactly what would happen but Oriya was taken aback when he saw Muraki approaching. "They are going to fight. Muraki is going to lose." It was Oriya who had said it. It wasn't hard to guess.

By the time the five shinigamis got to Kokurou the place looked like a war field. Well, maybe it was a war field after all.

They hadn't really known what to expect. But this was nowhere near their expectation. Muraki was getting his ass kicked. (Uh yeah, baby). Sacha and Oriya weren't in sight. But Hisoka could feel their presence, which reassured them it wasn't too late. What to do now? Help Muraki? It seemed against the order of things. But Hisoka felt it was the only way to get at the... creature. He looked like a man but didn't feel human. Muraki felt like a really nice person in comparison.

Anya looked at Hisoka secretively. She could see him pondering, and she was wondering whether he would do something. Whether his doing something would save them or be the undoing of them all. She just kept hoping. They say hope is the last one to die. (n.a. this is a direct translation from Italian) Her had always been there.

Hisoka reached out to try and feel the lines of the world. He had never tried it in a battle situation but he saw no choice. He knew nobody else could really do much. Why that was, and how he knew it, it was all still unclear. But things were coming together and he knew this was the moment of truth.