Title: Abandoned by Death

Author: blackscorpion

Rating:PG (it's Weiss for crying out loud; there be blood)

Notes: Short…do I write anything else? The answer is yes, but I never finish any of those. It's been a long time since I posted anything. My writing style has changed some. I hope people like this…I'll try to start writing more stuff to post.

I don't know when it started. I don't suppose it really matters. I just knew that he'd be there. Always. Every time I kill, my victims are led by him to the waiting gates. Of heaven or hell, I don't know. That's their business, not mine.

I feel, however, that he is. Why does he show himself to me? Why can I see the souls of those I kill being led to their chosen afterlife? I feel as though it is to make sure that the punishment for my sins is fully felt.

Because it really is painful. I already know that I have destroyed their live. It's a given, and I can accept it. But it makes me feels pitiful when I see what I've done to their souls. They're no better than small children, scared and alone.

I doubt he helps in that respect. He just stands there, draped in black as they tentatively climb out of their bodies. Then, without saying a word, he points. It's almost as if they're dragged into the darkness.

I figure that's how I'll go. Maybe that's what he's waiting for. He wants to take my soul. Perhaps he will be even colder. I wonder if he's even going to bother. Why would he want my tainted soul? I'm not sure I want it. That's how I thought that way for my time in Weiss.

But now.

Now I'm working alone. I've found my peace. To an extent. I still see him however, because I still kill. I've become more comfortable with him. He's almost a comfort himself. I get the feeling it's mutual. Last time I could have sworn he turned his head a little. It was barley noticeable, but he turned towards me.

However, as I lay pouring blood, my own this time, onto the ground I look for him. He's my comfort. And I'm dying. A little kid stabbed me. I'm not mad. I don't hate him. I do think it's a little lame, though. Just another piece of my punishment.

The problem is, he's not here. My shinigami. Wait, when did he become mine?

I feel arms around me. It takes a great deal of my strength to lift my head. Red eyes framed by black hair stare back at me. I can just barley see black feathers behind his head. It's a face that I know, but cannot remember. It wasn't until I saw black fabric draped over his shoulders that I realize who he was.

The next instant I was distracted by something and saw a small boy with black hair running towards me. There is the sound of wings and death leaves me in the world once again.