Not a horribly fun one to do, but it needed to be done. Others should be better- if I'm not mistaken, TUE!Danny is next. Angst fwee. But it probably won't be out for a long while after, since life and reality interferes.

Oh, a little bit of CLAMP-logic spilled over here, body and soul memories. Nothing much, won't interfere with reading, but it was fun to put in anyway.

Disclaimer: The closest I've ever come to owning a halfa is when I'm half-dead in the morning from waking up too early.

"No, shut up, don't scream." Danny snapped his mouth shut before he could do exactly that. "You were electrocuted, you died, I'm Death, and you clearly haven't gotten smarter, so go back again."

"...Eh?"

"See? It happens again. You know, most people have the courtesy to die only once. But no, you halfas have to come back again and again, like flies."

"...Haah?"

The cloaked figure proceeded to whack his head on the pole of his scythe. "You know, it wouldn't have been so bad, if you'd actually changed after all this while. I mean, there might actually have been a chance for intelligent conversation."

"I'm smart enough!" Danny finally pulled enough wits together to object.

"Then do tell, Mr Smart-enough, do you fear death?"

"Obviousl-"

"See! Nothing's different about you, Phantom! I know, because the next thing you'll ask is why I'm calling you 'Phantom'."

"Please stop pre-empting me."

Death completely ignored him. "The only change is your new logo, and even then it doesn't improve the package much."

"Wha- oh, yeah! That girl, what's her name, Sam! She killed me!"

"Half-killed."

"Yeah, well, I'm clearly not living, so same difference. I am so never listening to anything else she tells me to do, ever again."

Death burst into laughter.

"What?"

"Good luck with that, lovebird."

"We're not lovebirds!" Green eyes widened, and he slapped a white-gloved hand over the offending mouth. "Don't know why I said that. I don't know why I said that..."

Death turned to face him, pondering. "So your body does remember." He mused. "Well, it won't matter so much once you're out of here, since Cuckoo told me it wasn't meant to be like this, but still. Interesting."

"...interesting, as in, not a I'm-going-to-dissect-your-mind-and-find-out-what's-wrong-with-you way, right?" The poor boy looked positively wary now.

"Ah well, at least I know where my entertainment's coming from for the next eternity or so. Ta-ta!"

"Hey, wait!" was all he got out before being booted forcefully out by a gleeful Death.