Allright folks! I see I have at least ONE alert, so I thought that since I started it, I'd continue. This is Botan's chappie. Yukina also has one, but that's all for now. At least, it better be for the moment...glares at Katsu
K: What'd I do!
Life of Death
POV: Botan
After sunset, I fly up on my oar. The cool night air calls me, reminds me of who I am, but at the same time it taunts me with the job I cannot escape. Most see me as a blue-haired, bubbly person, but it's the only way to keep my role as a ferry-girl of the River Styx from pulling me down.
As I soar higher, I see an owl, hunting for food. The owl is a small, brown one with a broad circular area around its eyes. It screeches softly, almost inaudibly, then dives for its meal. As I leave it behind, I stare up at the glowing, round, silver-white moon.
Leading the souls of the dead to the spirit world is no walk in the park, you see. Sometimes they're bound to a certain place by things that happened before death, sometimes at, or things to come. Sometimes they're simply not ready to be dead and refuse to acknowledge it.
Yuusuke and Kuwabara take me for granted, but there's a whole flood of souls on a daily basis, many of them were children. You would be surprised at exactly how many die before they get a chance to experience life at its fullest.
The saddest, by far, are the partial souls, those who have separated themselves in two, three, four, or more. This is how many people end up with split personalities, and it usually results from a traumatic event, experienced by a child or adolescent.
I see the sun on the horizon and turn back, my mind and heart freed, albeit temporarily from the burdens of being a ferry-girl, to face another day with Yuusuke, Kuwabara, and our friends.
OWARI
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