(A/N: …I'm not afraid of shippers emerging from this chapter, you know.)

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! AND I'M PROUD TO SAY THAT I DON'T! *cheering and then sobbing hysterically*

Kid walked back into Shibusen, pondering on the many things that were happening that day. Everyone was outside in the courtyard, celebrating his coronation as a new shinigami, replacing his father as the new Lord Death.

It was kind of hard to wrap his mind (symmetrically) around, to say the least. That alone was surprising to him. And to make peace with the witches – meaning no more witch hunts. No more Death Scythes, making Soul the last of them.

(And his thoughts were still revolving around breasts!)

He skated into the Death Room, smiling a bit. His skateboard reminded him of simpler times, back before the Kishin's resurrection and before his father's death.

Such blissful times…

He stepped up to the platform, looking at the mirror, at his own reflection. His gold eyes went up to the three white stripes in his hair, all interconnecting, no longer going only halfway around his head.

The new Grim Reaper. He could get used to that.

A figure appeared beside his reflection. Someone else followed him into the Death Room? He blinked, and then blushed as he realized that the first place his eyes went to was the figure's chest.

He turned around, to see the same figure still there.

Kid could sense a great soul wavelength being emitted from her, possibly almost as great as his.* A very powerful being this was. Was she a witch? He double-checked her soul. He doubted it.

"A new Lord Death, huh…" she said, her long hair billowing in an invisible wind. Kid then realized that this Wind wasn't as invisible as he thought; it blew through all the spaces of the Death Room, encompassing it and yet staying in one place.

"So it seems." He replied. She smiled, the way a mother smiles at her child. "Where is your mask, then?" she asked, and Kid had to grin too, albeit lopsidedly. ("Damn," he thought at the lack of symmetry.) "I haven't found a way to put it on perfectly yet."

She bent down to his level, studying him. "Order," she mused, holding his shoulders. "You're so much like your father."

Kid shrugged. "That's what everyone tells me."

They were both silent for a while before she straightened up. "What will you do if the Kishin escapes the Moon and comes back to wreak havoc once again?" Kid looked up at where she was looking – the sky. "It won't happen – that I'm sure of." He answered, his faith in this fact never wavering. "But if it does, then I'll do everything in my power to stop it. We've stopped him before, we can stop him again."

Her green eyes softened. "Now you're sounding like someone that I used to know.

"Still, I'm proud of you – and I know that your father is, too."

"Wherever he is," Kid said.

"Wherever he is," she repeated.

Then with that, Mother Nature vanished with the wind, leaving Kid alone in the Death Room once again.

Kid sighed.

Maybe now he could try putting that mask on perfectly again.

Somewhere, on the other side of the continent, an old farmer paused his ploughing of his field to grab a shovel and dig a hole right in the middle of it.

There was something shining in the middle of his field, as the sunlight glinted across it. It seemed more like light was shining from the small hole in the tilled ground, but nevertheless, the farmer was curious, as humans are wont to be.

Soon, as he was digging, the ground caved in, and the old farmer fell to the bedrock underneath. At first he was terrified and shocked, but then he calmed himself. He had gotten this far, why not go on ahead?

This determination was quelled once again by the shock of seeing a body in the hole, alongside him.

He screamed, and as if on cue, a ray of sunlight shone on the already-gleaming diamond dagger. Light glistened throughout the chamber, and then something made out of light leapt out of the dagger – a figure that looked almost human.

Almost at the same time, shadows in the cave awakened and danced around the dark-cloaked body, and he shifted. He rose, his gold eyes sparking dangerously with hate, with all the rage he contained through all these years. He thought of revenge.

The dark man hissed at the amount of sunlight seeping through the hole, and then his eyes fixed on the old farmer, who was scared out of his wits.

Must find a body…resistant to the light…

Fear.

He is afraid.

He smiled.

Perfect.

Screams rang through the area, but none was there to hear them.

…None except the figure of light who leapt out of the diamond dagger.

(* - Lord Death, to me, has always symbolized – what else? – death, and then I realized I could take this to a whole new level. So I made Mother Nature represent life, and in this way she and the Grim Reaper could be total opposites.

I'm just saying.)

So, without further ado, this story is ended! Granted, I wanted to make a chapter before this one, but the writing bug in me would not stop and I scrapped the idea of a filler chapter (featuring WiS and her Protectors) in favour of this idea. Would you believe I finished this after reading Chapter 113 (and before the previous chapter, too)?

Thank you for reading!