Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ

Warning: character death, questionably ethics

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Moonlight filtered through the swaying trees, creating constantly moving patches of light on the floor of the dense forest. Beneath the fast canopy paced a demon, a very angry demon, with a severe lack of patience.

Doshito had been waiting since Thursday to hear from her "friend," but still there was no sign of her. She knew Page liked to tease, but wasn't this a bit much? Yes, it was, too much. The demon had spent her days avoiding humans and animals, and spent her nights pacing and accumulating hatred towards this human girl who had so much power over her. Yes, this joke had gone much too far for Doshito's liking. So here she was, Monday night, and ready to cause serious damage to the girl, except that she needed that book back. Faded and old as it was, she couldn't risk losing it.

Midnight came and went before any sign of life appeared. Doshito dismissed it as a particularly thick animal, and waited for it to pass by. When it didn't, the demon become angered and leapt into a tree so as to surprise the stupid beast. But what entered the clearing wasn't a beast, it was a human. It had a fountain of black hair and seemed to be looking for something. Looking up, the human spotted her. It was then that Doshito recognized who it was.

"Page!" hissed the demon, anger and relief mixing in her voice and making it extremely difficult to focus on her original goal: steal the book and kill the girl. The girl wasn't helping any. She simply stared at Doshito, eyes empty of all emotion. In fact, if one didn't know, they might say that the girl wasn't human. Pale skin and big eyes had that affect. "Well, say something!" Doshito's voice was rising in volume, and her patience was about to run out for good on this girl.

"I was right." It was a simple statement, like much of the girl, but it only served to anger the over-agitated demon.

"About what."

"I told you your incompetence and lack of planning would only lead to disastrous affects, and it has."

"And you know this…how?" Page held out the book. It looked the same as when she had taken it five days ago, still worn out and gray. But it felt different when Doshito held it. Heavy, like someone had tried to fit more into it than would go.

"You should read the last entry," whispered Page, a flicker of sadness invading her eyes. 'The first emotion is 10 years,' thought Doshito, opening the book. The pages fell open to the last entry written…

Dairy-

That's not what you are, but journal is too kind a word for something like you. It's Friday, the day most people are happy. The weekend's here and there's no school tomorrow. Everybody seems to be happy. But I'm not. Nobody I know is happy today, because I've lost two very dear friends.

Trunks, he wrote in you before I did. I know, because I read his entry. And you know what happened to him? He died, for no apparent reason. He was completely healthy, healthier than anyone else, and suddenly he got so sick. The date he wrote in you was the day before he got sick. He went to bed fine, but couldn't get up that morning. What did you do! You don't do that to innocents! But making him sick wasn't good enough, he had to suffer, too, and then die painfully. And nobody could find medicine that would dull the pain enough for him to sleep. But even THAT wasn't enough for you!

Next you set your sights on my other friend, Goten. He wrote in you next; I read his journal, too. He was just starting to open up, really open up, and you had to take him too. He was so worried about Trunks that he didn't notice himself getting sick. If he had, we might have been able to save him. But the only person who noticed couldn't help, because part of his illness was that Trunks couldn't talk. So while he suffered such pain, he had to watch his friend pined away while the rest of the world stayed oblivious. So now Goten is in a coma, one from which the doctors say he won't wake up, and the only person who knows what's going on is me.

You would think this is fine, that I can just give you to Bulma and she'll make everything better, but I know that won't work. Trunks is gone and Goten will go next, and then me. We'll all meet in the Other World, but we won't be able to come back. Somehow, I just know this, that the Dragonballs will fail our families this time; that nothing can bring us home.

So I'll give you one last chance, since there isn't anything to do and this warning stands true till the day I die. If you are gone when I wake up, then all is fine, I can't touch you because you aren't dumb enough to come back. But if your still here, I'll burn you, even if it means I suffer too, because I'm starting to think that all who write in you are connected to each other, and to you.

Last Entry,

Marron

Doshito stared at the last few words. ...Last Entry... Those words would end the curse; come the girl's untimely death. 'She was too smart to have figured out the curse, but to also know how to end it?' Doshito was too stunned to notice that it was beginning to grow light, but Page's words brought her back to the present.

"The boys are both dead now, and the girl will be joining them by sundown." Page's voice was empty of emotion, but the drying tear trails gave her away. "Funny, I thought demons only derived pleasure from pain, not death." That said, the young girl left, truly sorry she had ever met the monster she was leaving behind. Amethyst eyes followed the girl's retreating back until it had vanished among the trees.

'Demon?' thought Doshito, eyes returning to the book. 'No, that is not what I am. I am a monster, one who takes innocent lives without thinking.' A smile of pure evil began to grow on her pale face. 'Perhaps that is why there are so few demons left in this world. You cease being one when death is more fun to cause then pain.' Laughing softly, Doshito leapt into the sky, dropping the now forgotten book to turn to ash at the foot of the tall oak tree.

time lapse

Silent wings carried the creature across the skies, the sunset growing faint as night claimed the city. Below, the forms of humans could be seen running for their houses, fear radiating from all sides. The lifeless forms of dead lay in the streets, turning cold as all traces left them. Acers of charred wood that had been forest surrounded the doomed city. A cruel laugh was all that could be heard in the desolate place.

The creature stared down at her handy work, the smile still there from all those years ago. 'Truly, this is more fun,' she thought wickedly. Detouring slightly, the creature landed in a small abandoned cemetery. Three lone tombstones had been placed there, marking three forgotten graves. Kneeling before them, the smile widened.

"Thank you, my dear ones," whispered the creature. "Without your sorrows, intelligence, and horrendous bad luck, I'd still be that useless demon. But you shouldn't be sad. You were my first kills, you should feel honored. After all, you're the only three who got graves, and the only ones this world will ever remember."

THE END...THE END...THE END...THE END

A/N: I know, the ending was rushed, but now it is finished. I'm sorry, I had to kill them. I love these people too, but there was no way to end it with them alive, and having a happy ending seemed entirely too….blah. Hope you enjoyed the story, even though I have killed three very nice people, who I loved…, past tense. I had to sever ties to write this thing. I think I'm gonna go apologize to those head stones…

(sound of door closing)