Luna's POV

"Aside from Human World are two others." Koenma was pacing around my chair as he was explaining. "Spirit World, which is where we are right now, and Demon World. You will be assigned in Human World, but I am certain you will have to go to the other two as well. You are to eliminate any and all threats, unless, of course, they surrender, in which case, they will be put in the Spirit World jail."

Koenma kept talking me though the procedures of everything that needed to be done. Everything seemed straightforward. I let my eyes waver from his pacing figure for a few moments. That was when I noticed that Ogre wasn't with us in the room anymore. I didn't notice when he left.

I couldn't say for how long I have been here; it was almost as if time itself stood still in this strange place.

"Ok, I'm a little nervous about what I have to tell you next," he admitted, and didn't meet my eyes when I looked up.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Why is that?"

Koenma sighed heavily and sat back on his chair. He brought his hands together on his desk and closed his eyes, seeming to be deep in thought. Then his brown eyes found mine and he began once again. "I went over my plan over and over in my head trying to find a flaw in it. I think I can finally say that there is none, except, maybe, your compliance to it." He paused and I urged him silently to keep going. "I promised you another life. Well, I'm afraid there are some ramifications of that that I haven't mentioned."

He sighed again, looking as if he would rather not talk about it. "Well, I can't just send you back to Human World. Even for me, it's not that simple. First of all, you need a body. I could give you one, but only temporarily. Sending you back to be reborn is definitely not an option. Reincarnation has its consequences, and one of them being that you might not be able to keep your memories. It depends on the situation. It's completely random, therefore too much of a risk. Your memories are very important."

I sighed, relieved. I didn't want to relive the innocent years of childhood, or the awkward years of adolescence. If I could, I would avoid them. "Why are my memories so important to you?" I asked, curious that he seemed to want me to keep them at all costs.

"They're important to me because I don't want you to forget your goal. I don't want you to forget why you have been brought back, why you are living that life. Also, they're important because they're yours. Your memories are a part of you and I don't want you to lose anything." He seemed genuine in his words and I felt myself automatically relax further in his presence. I felt myself beginning to trust this stranger.

"So what options do I have?" It seemed to me like I didn't have any.

"My idea would be for you to go back as a spirit and inhabit somebody's body and share it with that person."

I didn't feel my mouth drop open, but by the time he finished his sentence I definitely felt it was wide open in a mixture of many feelings, from confusion to anger. "You want me to do…what?" I couldn't have phrased it more poorly, but I could hardly believe my ears. Share a body with somebody else? Was that even possible? Once again, I had to remind myself who I was talking to.

"It is the best option we have," his tone sounded almost pleading, but still serious, "for the reasons I said earlier. That way, you can keep all your memories, you don't have to live throughout certain stages of life, and, most importantly, you can leave whenever you want. As a soul, you can travel between bodies, come and go as you please. Of course, I don't recommend doing that, but if it ever becomes too much for you, if you ever want to stop and just go through with your original plan and be together with Edward again, you can. You don't have to wait until your life is over, as you would in any other circumstance."

"There is not a time limit I need to do this for?"

"No. I, as well as my Father, will forever be in your debt for agreeing to this. But you are definitely not obligated to do it forever."

I sighed heavily, reminding myself that I decided to trust this person. If he says there is no better option, then there must not be. And there doesn't seem like there is from what I coudl tell. "Very well," I finally said and Koenma seemed to visibly relax. "How will I go about doing this?"

"Well, technically you can share anybody's body, as I've said before. However, I suggest you stay within your family. They are more likely to…accept you and believe your story. That and, the person whose body it belongs to could very well throw you out if they don't accept you," Koenma explained. I frowned, trying to wrap my head around the concept, but it was too foreign. Since I had no previous knowledge of these things, I accepted his words as fact. I nodded, lost in thought. I only had one living relative left…

I voiced the question, but my gaze was still far off into the distance. "And how does this work?" There was a missing link from the puzzle, but I couldn't tell exactly what it was.

"When you would share somebody's body, you can communicate with them mentally. You would experience everything as if it is your own body, but you wouldn't actually be in control of it."

Then realization hit me, so obvious, I didn't know how I didn't think of it before. "How am I supposed to protect the Human World if I can't even control my body?"

Koenma smiled, and it looked rather indulgent. "I was getting there. You will have the power to change into your form if both of you agree on that decision. You cannot enforce it without a mutual consent." He waited for me to pose any more questions and when I only gave him silence, he decided to continue. "When you will change, you will have the form of your body when it was at its peak. Now, I'd like to get the second thing I was nervous about before we move on." Koenma looked nervous again, but I nodded in confirmation.

"If you are to be the world's guardian, you need to be as strong as it is possible for you to become. I'm afraid that, for that to happen, I have to make you a demon."

Silence fell.

"You want to make me the exact creature you want me to fight? You want to strip away my humanity?" My voice was rising with every word. It was unladylike, for me to raise my voice, but I couldn't help it. I was absolutely outraged.

Koenma was shaking his head. "You will no longer be human, but you will most definitely still have your humanity. The only reason I'm granting you Demon Energy is because it's much stronger than Spirit Energy, which is what humans have." He sighed. "As for turning you into the creature I want you to fight, I'm afraid there's no way around it. You have to be strong. I will make you as strong as I can. But I cannot make you reach your full potential if you keep your Spirit Energy. You will be limited." I remained silent and Koenma took that as if I was changing my mind. "There is a much more powerful type of Energy. It is called Sacred Energy. But unfortunately, I cannot gift you with it. It is something only you can achieve, if you are acutely aware spiritually, and though many, many years of training."

When I continued to be silent, he finally said, "I'm afraid I have no other choice. Do you still want to go through with this mission?"

I only hesitated for a moment. "Yes."

He smiled at me, looking both relieved and happy. "Ok, then let's move on to my favorite part. Your powers. But before that…" he trailed off and got to his feet. He walked over to me and asked me to stand up. I did as he told me, but still raised my eyebrow questioningly. He placed his warm hands on my shoulders and closed his eyes, as if he was concentrating. I didn't really understand what he was doing until he opened his eyes and I felt my back inexplicably bare. I looked down, being certain that I still had on the dress that I had died in. Instead, I found myself in the most curious outfit. It was made out of leather, and it seemed to fit on me like a second skin. It wrapped around my neck like a collar and then extended toward my abdomen, wrapping around my wait, but leaving my stomach bare. It went down to my ankles. On my back I felt an elaborate web of leather that connected the neckpiece with my waist.

I looked at Koenma for an explanation. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Well, I wasn't going to let you fight demons in a corset! I came up with this outfit myself. I thought you'd like it." He gave me a long look. "Do you like it?" he asked expectantly, sounding almost worried.

I smiled at his innocence. "Yes, I like it. It's quite daring," I noted, raising my eyebrow at him again.

"Which is why I thought you'd like it."

For the first time since I met this stranger I felt a grin slip on my lips and spread over my entire face. I suddenly felt excited for this mission, a mission that I originally wanted to take out of obligation as a human being toward her fellow human beings. Now I saw the potential for adventure, for danger and risk, things that I craved, but never found, as a woman who has been denied by society. Even the outfit that Koenma made for me gave me a very deep sense of freedom. All my life I had been confined by society's rules that were as tightly bound me as a corset would, and all my life I wanted to be free.

Edward and I would meet again, when I will no longer want to go on with this mission, whenever that will be. Until then…

Wait for me, my love. I will come back.

"We should probably go outside for when I will gift you with your powers. They will be out of control in the beginning," Koenma smiled at me and motioned me to follow him. We exited his office and went down several flights of stairs that wound around the cylindrical structure until we finally reached the gate. Koenma walked around the majestic castle and stopped behind the building. I looked around me, awed at how completely…dead this place looked. There was no vegetation in sight and the ground looked like dry earth. The sky above it seemed a uniform gray, as if the clouds will forever hold dominion over this land. I took back what I said earlier. There was absolutely no sign of any life in sight.

"Are you ready?" I tore my eyes away from the desolate place around me and refocused on Koenma. I nodded once.

Koenma took in a deep breath. "Before I start, I feel like I have to tell you that I've never actually done this before. I'm not sure how smooth this will go. All I can say is…" he trailed off for a few seconds, then he sighed again, "I apologize in advance for any pain I cause you." Then he closed his eyes and raised his hand, palm up toward me. He seemed to be concentrating in the task, so I didn't make any sound.

Moments passed and nothing happened. I didn't feel any change whatsoever. I kept my eyes on Koenma, but he didn't open his eyes yet, therefore I assumed he wasn't done.

I waited. Seconds passed. Then minutes. I scowled, becoming impatient. Then the pain hit me, ruthless and hard. I cried out, not expecting such a blow, and my body automatically tensed against it. My muscles flexed and tightened in an unbreakable knot. My arms clutched my sides, hugging myself as if I could hold myself together from being torn apart. My head bowed down, my hair framing my face from the world, like I was a frightened child. My knees buckled under the unexpected pressure and it was all I could do to keep myself standing. The pain, raw and vicious, lashed within me like a whip. It started at my stomach and spread thorough my body like acid, burning everything in its wake. I dropped to my knees, my fingers digging into the ground. I was only vaguely aware that I wasn't breathing and I was suddenly starting to get light-headed and dizzy.

Then, as fast as it came, it was over. The pain went away. My body didn't relax though; it was still tense after that agonizing ordeal, regardless of how short it was. I was panting, my eyes still tightly closed against the memory of the hurting. Slowly, taking one thing at a time, I started to unwind. First, I opened my eyes and let my face relax. I tentatively unclenched my fists and saw that I now had earth in my nails. Meticulously, I went down the list and slowly willed myself to relax. My breathing slowed on its own.

Finally, I sighed deeply and felt my body go limp. My entire strength had been drained in the ordeal. My will alone brought me back to my feet.

"It didn't take as long as I thought it would," Koenma mused.

"What…was that?" I asked him. I expected there to be pain, since he warned me there would be, but nothing like that. I stared at the ground, at the marks I made when my nails were digging into the earth.

"A battle. Your Spirit Energy was fighting the Demon Energy that I gifted you with."

"And which one was victorious?" I asked, almost absentmindedly.

"Demon Energy, simply because it overpowered your Spirit Energy." Koenma sighed heavily. "I expected it to put up more of a fight then that…" He Trailed off, then shrugged. "Maybe it's because it's for a good cause. How do you feel?"

"Exhausted." Just uttering the word made me tired.

"Would you like to rest before we start or would you rather we go on?" he asked.

I finally looked up to meet his eyes. His warm, chocolate brown eyes looked anxious. The way he phrased the question sounded like he would rather I rest first. But I didn't want to rest. My strength was coming back. I was ready.

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