Thanks to all my reviewers! I really truly do love you all! And personally, I love Kento. He is my favorite Ronin and I think he's a very underappreciated character. I do think there's a lot more to him them meets the eye, unfortunately this is never really shown.

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Chapter Four: A Brief Visit

Death had slipped into Kento's room once more. She knew she would be chided later, as she was spending far too much time with the Ronin, but she could not help herself. She allowed herself to rest her hand against his cheek briefly. She knew she had to leave, but the impulse to stay with her love was far too strong. Sighing she slid into his dreams for the third day in a row.

He was sitting in a desert, bound in only a pair of loose orange pants. As far as he could see he was surrounded only by sand. In all the world he was alone. The fact made him sad, but he knew that all he had to do was wait and his loneliness and sadness would cease.

He smirked as he felt a cool hand on his shoulder. He had known his patience would pay off. Without speaking he twisted and grabbed the figure behind him around her waist and pulled her into his lap, burying his head into raven black hair contentedly.

"Kento…" she squirmed gracefully against his chest, "Let go."

"Never." He pulled her closer, leaning in to give her a passionate kiss, enjoying the very faint flush that crept up her neck to her cheeks. She attempted to push him off and pull herself off of his lap, but he only held on tighter. She finally growled in frustration and gave up, her arms crossed stubbornly across her chest. He grinned at her adorable pout and traced her lips lightly with his index finger.

"I can't stay long." She whispered relaxing slightly into his hold.

"You say that every time." He responded, his hand moving to cup her cheek.

"I mean it every time." She caught his hand with her own interlacing her fingers with his. He couldn't resist the smile she brought to his face. She was his reason to exist and every second spent with her was a joy, a gift to be cherished. She buried her head into his shoulder, and sighed miserably, "I really need to go now."

"It's only been a minute!" He protested, holding her tighter unwilling to let her go so soon.

"I know. But just because I'm here with you doesn't mean people stop dying. I need to be with them, to make the transition easier. And…never mind." She shuddered at the thought of her duty. She did not mind preparing people for the end, soothing their fears as they made the final journey. But not all people enjoyed the rich benefits of the Afterlife. There were those she was forced to subdue, to shackle and drag to Hell. She had never told Kento of her darker duties as Death, nor did she intend to.

She broke out of her stupor as Kento said her name, the concern in his face apparent. She wiped the frown of her face and used his worry to slide free from his grasp.

"It's time for me to leave now."

"Wasn't much point in you coming then was there?" he grumbled, but stood up and pulled her into one last embrace, stealing one last kiss before she was forced to leave. To her disgust she found herself on her toes, trying to make the moment linger. She had wanted to appear determined as she left, but he brought out her true feelings, no matter how determined she was. She caressed his cheek with her thumb for a moment, treasuring the feel of his skin beneath hers before slipping away from him out of his dream.

Kento awoke the next morning in a very good mood. He had dreamed last night and it put him in a good mood. Not that he remembered what the dream was but still… He brought his hand up to his cheek, as though he could still feel the ghost of the hand that had rested there. Shrugging he jumped out of bed and whistling prepared himself for school.

Sorry this is so short. I just wanted to show Kento and Death's interaction. I thought it would be a cute moment. Review!