Alternate Universe

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: It's intersting when they are themselves. Makes it exciting.

Chapter 7

In the afterlife, there is an institution that judges the sins of the dead. That institution is called the Ministry of Hades. Within that judgment bureau of the ministry is the summons department, whose charge is to retrieve any lost souls still wandering the mortal world. Special retrieval agents of the summons department are also known as Shinigami or Guardians of Death!

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The room was white. The hospital, clean as it can be. The doctor began to unravel the bandages around the brown haired teen's head. The teen blinked for a while until he could focus. The doctor waved a hand in front of him.

"Can you see? Hijiri?" the doctor asked. The teen paused for a while.

"Ah yes, I can see," Hijiri said before looking around.

"Okay, look out the window. Can you see far?"

He saw outside two people who were looking directly at him. A teen that looked completely like him except for some color differences and a man in white. They looked so conspicuous. The doctor moved in past him blocking his path. As he looked out the window again, they were gone. He shrugged it off as his imagination.

"Hijiri?"

"Yes, I can."

"Hey, doctor?" Hijiri began.

"Yes?" the doctor answered.

"Do you know who the donor is? I'd like to thank them for donating their cornea." The doctor sighed.

"Hijiri, the man who donated it to you is already dead."

"But is there any other family member I can give thanks to?"

"There is one. His daughter Kazusa."

The doctor signed down where the daughter was staying at and handed it to the teen. Hijiri said his thanks and left.

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Hijiri walked around the place trying to see where the orphanage was. As he reached the front he was greeted by a nun.

"May I help you?" she asked.

"Is Kazusa here?" Hijiri asked.

"Yes, come this way," she said and led him to the room. The nun knocked on the door. The door opened revealing a little girl with gold eyes and light brown hair.

"Yes? What is it?" the girl asked.

"This boy came to see you."

Hijiri bent down to her level and smiled.

"Hi my name is Hijiri."

"I'm Kazusa."

"I just wanted to give thanks to your father for donating his cornea so I could see again. But…I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? Kazusa is fine, just fine. Come again Hi-chan, daddy also played the violin and is really good," she said because she noticed the violin he carried, "You'll let Kazusa hear your violin too okay?"

"Sure."

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Hijiri glanced at the outside of his window, the light of the moon semi-illuminating the room.

After that, I couldn't help but feel bad.

His left eye became slitted. His chest tightened in pain.

It was as if I was the one who killed Kazusa's father.

His eye began to bleed. Blood was pouring down his face. He couldn't help but let his dark emotions overwhelm him.

That night, since I was born, I realized what a crime my existence was.

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Hijiri had a warm greeting by his friends. Though there was the occasional bully from one of the jealous pack. It was tiring. Lately he had been feeling strange. He couldn't describe it but it was since he had—

He clutched the left side of his face as he felt a burning sensation from his transplanted eye.

"Hey, Hijiri, you okay?" one of his friends asked.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a little headache, that's all," Hijiri assured them.

"Maybe you should go see the nurse for some painkillers."

"Yeah."

Hijiri stood up and walked straight to the nurse's office. When he opened the door it was not what he expected. He saw a man with silver platinum hair and his silver eye visible wearing a lab coat; the ones doctors usually wear. The man turned to face him.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Yes, do you have any painkillers? And what happened to the other doctor?" Hijiri asked.

"I'm just a substitute for the day. Here you go," he answered handing him a bottle of pills. Hijiri took a couple out and chugged them down.

"Thanks." He said before leaving the doctor alone.

'Hm the resemblance is so uncanny,' Muraki thought to himself as he placed the bottle back.

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"Fire! Fire!"

"I think it's coming from the music room."

"No, our violins!"

Hijiri stared in shock. This usually didn't happen everyday. The fire was taken care of. After school he walked back over to the orphanage.

"I'm sorry Kazusa. It seems that I can't keep my promise," Hijiri said sadly. "There was a fire at my school and burned down my violin. So I can't play like you wanted me to. It'll take me awhile to get use to another violin but that one was the only one I had."

Kazusa had a thoughtful look on her face. She then walked over to the closet dragging out a case. It was a violin case. She opened it.

"Here. It's my most precious treasure. This was my dad's violin. I want you to have it," she said looking at him. Hijiri looked over and had a strange sensation coming over him just looking at the violin. But he shoved those thoughts down.

"No I can't take it. It's yours," he said.

"It's okay Hi-chan, I'm giving it to you."

"Are you sure?"

Kazusa nodded.

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"NO! That's not how you do it. You're supposed to…" the teacher began scolding the unfortunate student. "Go sit down." The student was happy to comply.

"Sensei, how about making Hijiri play for us. After all he is a prodigy and should be able to get used to a new violin now right?" the jealous student, named who knows what because the author is too lazy to look up the name, said. Hijiri just looked in surprise when the teacher agreed so he picked up his violin and stood in front of the class.

He began to play.

Soon the haunting melody filled the class. Whispers were abound.

"No way, impossible…"

"How can he have learned this in a short amount of time."

"That's the Devil's Trill!"

Despite those voices, Hijiri kept playing. He had a trance like look in his eyes. A string snapped and nicked his cheek yet he didn't realize the blood flowing down from the cut.

"Minase! That's enough! Minase! Get a hold of yourself!"

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Hijiri unconsciously fingered the bandage over his cheek. He didn't know what had happened. It was just so sudden. He quickly stopped in he halls as it became quiet. Everyone was looking at him. He didn't like it. They looked at him as if he'd done something wrong. He looked towards the floor and began to walk forward as rumors reached his ears.

"Did you hear?"

"He was playing the Devil's Trill even when he was cut."

"I bet he's possessed by the devil."

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"A demon?" Muraki curiously asked, though he did know the answer to that already.

"Yeah, that's why there's a commotion going on in the school." one of the girls said.

"Of course, sensei, he was playing the Devil's Trill," another girl said.

"Rumor is he's possessed by a demon," the other girl said.

"Devil's Trill?" Muraki asked.

"It's a violin sonata composed by Taruteeni, he's Italian. They say he sold his soul to a demon to play it. Even professionals have a hard time playing that piece."

"Hm…"

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It'd been a bad day. Hijiri was avoided as rumors spread like a plague. Honestly, he wasn't comfortable all day. His friends avoided him like the rest of the school. He looked up reaching the orphanage again to visit Kazusa. There she was running around the grass with the nun watching her. Hijiri approached.

Kazusa had the same reaction as the rest of the school had. She hid behind the nun. Hijiri was baffled.

"Kazusa, what's wrong? It's Minase-san from before," the nun protested.

"No stay away from me," Kazusa said clutching tightly to the nun from behind. Hijiri stepped back in fear. He didn't know why.

Yet, Kazusa was the only one to see the evil dog from behind him.

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Hijiri approached the church. He could hear the scorns of the people, his friends, even Kazusa who were saying bad things. He couldn't deny them. He was being overpowered by the illusions. He didn't care. He dropped to his knees, a tear fell to his hand that was grasping a small dagger. Those biting words, he couldn't take any longer.

I should've done this sooner since I felt the guilt of my existence…

He picked up the dagger and sliced thorough his neck. Blood splashed and flowed around his lying body like a river.

X-

Hijiri blinked a couple of times as he woke. He grasped at his neck as things began to come back to him. He died? He noticed that there were sakura trees in full blossom outside. But he knew that it wasn't a possibility.

'Sakura blossoms aren't supposed to bloom at this time of year,' he thought.

"Am I in heaven?" he thought out loud.

"No, unfortunately this isn't heaven. Nor is it hell."

Hijiri turned to where the voices came from to see the doctor and his doppelganger standing at the door.

"We bid you welcome to EmMaCho, Minase Hijiri-kun," Muraki said walking further inside the room to sit on the chair next to the bed while Hisoka stood leaning against the wall on the opposite side.

"Who are you people? And what is this?" Hijiri questioned.

"We're not human, we're shinigami," Hisoka explained the rest to his clueless doppelganger.

"Your violin."

"What about it?"

"Long ago it was created by a crazy crafts man. It's said to be a cursed violin. Even if it created beautiful music it is said the demon's violin would suck out the player's soul." Hisoka explained.

"In the end, the person commits suicide like you did. It's killed many people and we received word that it was in Japan. The violin you received from Otonashi Kazusa is the one," Muraki said, "We were going to talk to Otonashi Tatsuya but he already died in an accident. We tried to talk to Kazusa but she wouldn't see us so we helped ourselves to his diary. With the sister's permission we borrowed it. If you follow the diary, it would explain why Otonashi Tatsuya had the violin in the first place."

"But it was just given to me. That's all I know. I'd like to go home now." Hijiri stated.

"You can't do that," Muraki responded.

"WHAT!"

"You are a valuable to this case. On your body is the contract the hidden key to our investigation."

"Otonashi's left cornea is where the contract was hidden according to his diary, is where the contract was sealed," Hisoka explained.

"Oh," Hijiri said.

"You're transplanted left cornea Hijiri. We need to examine your left eye. So we need to know what kind of deal Otonoashi made with the demon."

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"Sorry for dragging you into this Watari," Muraki said. Though he knew the scientist was bored out of his mind with a big yet quiet sector.

"Don't worry about it. I have nothing to do in my sector anyways. Ah ha, here we go. The contract, is says: The bearer of this contract, Otonashi Tatsuya, in order to become a violinist gives in exchange Kazusa." Watari explained.

"Why would he want Kazusa?" Hijiri asked.

"No idea, but because of the transplant, the contract still holds. As long as a cell of Otonashi Tatsuya stays alive the contract isn't fulfilled. That goes for the profit. Which means if the kid dies the contract is fulfilled."

TBC-

BLK Angel of Destruction: I hope you people enjoyed this one. Everything's mostly the same except there's going to be a surprise twist later on. So the plot has to wait a while. Thanks for your reviews! They keep me going!

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