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"I had a skydiver the other day," Axel said as he dug his spoon into the ice-cream carton.

"I've had plenty of jumpers," I replied. "I don't understand why anyone would want to die that way."

"Why would anyone wanna die at all?" Axel prompted. "But the skydiver wasn't a splat." This was going to get disgusting, I could already tell by the way Axel smiled - a crooked little curve of the lips. I took a breath and waved my hand, giving him permission to continue. "His parachute went off inside the plane and the people like pushed him out, cause I guess that's what you're supposed to do. But anyways just as the guy was pushed from the plane the wind shifted direction."

"Ew," I said and looked at my spoon, covered in melting ice-cream that slowly dripped back into the carton. You'd think I'd be used to that stuff by now…I dropped my spoon back into the carton. Axel laughed and took another spoonful.

"The other guys just stood at the opening and got splattered by their buddy's guts," Axel said, with a maniacal kind of laugh.

"Wouldn't a guy getting sucked into the engine cause the plane to go down?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," Axel replied, sounding giddy about that fact. I think Axel enjoys doing this a little too much at times. Sure some deaths are fascinating and make great stories - like that blond Barbie wannabe that had an itty-bitty dog that liked to French her while she slept…yeah. Maybe Axel's just anxious to get his lights. I could care less about that, I prefer wondering this fantastic planet - please make note of the sarcasm. It's just unlike some others I'm not in a hurry to fill my quota.

"-and he handled the crash, which was spectacular. I love me a good fire, ya know?" Oh right, I had asked a question. I nod and hum, hoping Axel doesn't realize I hadn't been paying attention. I'm sure I'll hear this story again at some point.

"Where'd you get ice-cream?" Tifa asked as she slipped into the empty space next to Axel. Our effervescent leader, Leon, was right behind her and slid in next to me.

"This wonderful little place called the store," Axel replied. "You know it's the place you go to get food of your own."

"You have something," Tifa said, motioning to Axel's face with a finger.

"Where?" Axel asked. Dumbass.

"Here," Tifa responded and smacked Axel on the forehead. God, Axel, grow a brain. Tifa's done that to him at least four times now - and the one time Axel hadn't even been eating anything.

"Here," Leon said, pressing a yellow post-it to Axel's forehead. Axel eyes crossed as he looked at the note, with enough intensity to set it on fire if he could do so. I snickered, hiding my mouth behind my hand when Axel shifted his glare to me.

"I got a double," Tifa said as she carelessly crumbled her post-it and shoved it into her pant's pocket. Leon handed me my post-it and I read it.

"I do believe mine is a boating accident," I said.

"What time?" Axel asked finally pulling his post-it off his forehead.

"Eleven forty-five," I replied.

"Mine's an hour after that," Axel said. "I'll tag along, there could be a fire."

"Alright," I responded with a shrug. The waitress came a short time later, she eyed the ice-cream carton but said nothing. It's odd, really odd when you think about it. Here we are, four grim reapers sitting in an IHOP, eating strawberry waffles and pancakes loaded with syrup. I never thought death would be like this. I never thought this kind of so very ordinary behavior carried on into death. We're reapers, supernatural beings granted the power to take souls. We are what nightmares are made of, what people lock their doors and shut their windows against. We are legend and myth, feared and respected. We are many things but underneath it all we're still so fucking human it almost hurts.


I love Dead Like Me and I love Kingdom Hearts so it's only logical to try to combine them right? This could've and should've been so much better. But it is what it is.