To Love Your Death
She was tired. She was so wore out. She felt…well, dead. But at least there's someone who's waiting for her-someone who love her more than the death itself. And so, she was contented.
Crossover: Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)/InuYasha
Warnings: deaths, mention of BL, and implied sex
Pairing: Kagome/?
Oneshot!
Unbeta'd.
None of those grim reapers wants to say that there is a way to end them. But beware-beware of the Death Ender!
Someone once said, 'If death can take life, then life can take death.' Regrettably, this is very much true-but no one grim reaper wishes to admit it. They do live forever, but only if they are able to avoid what they see as their own grim reaper.
And I am…that.
I am the…Death Ender.
And this is my duty-a duty that was placed before me ever since my own paradox of my birth.
A gentleman ran but it was too late-the Death Ender already touched him, by a simple brush of a delicate finger. The gentleman cried out his last cry as his body dissolved into the dust and ashes as the hooded figure monotonously called out the gentleman's time of death, "Name: Adams Evan Wilbert. Age: 113. Date of Birth: April 27th, 1779. Date of Death: November 14th, 1892…" The black book shut with a simple sound click and turned its' back to the pile of dust and ashes, "Have a nice day, Adams Evan Wilbert."
"Adams!" Another gentleman, who appearance was almost exactly alike to the one who it took the life of, cried out in despair. He then turned to the back of the hooded figure with a burning glare, "You'll pay for this, Death Ender! You're nothing more than a murderer!" The figure paused, not turning around, as if it was waiting for something to happen. The gentleman sneered with anger, before lunging at the Death Ender with a shiny scythe that appeared out of nowhere.
"It's not such a grand idea to attempt to kill me, Richard Nathaniel King." It dully stated out, still not turning around to face Richard. Richard's eyes widened a centimeter at the fact that the…thing knowing his name, but still lunging at the Death Ender.
But…
The thing vanished within a swirl of black dust and reappeared behind him, a finger brushing his side of his suit. Richard stumbled to stop, as something was burning within him before ripping out an ear shattering scream, when he felt himself dissolving into dust and ashes…Into the nonexistent, just like his lover was.
The Death Ender flipped opens the black book and read it out, its' tone still flat, "Name: Richard Nathaniel King. Age: 235. Date of Birth: July 3rd, 1657. Date of Death: November 14th, 1892…Have a nice day, Richard Nathaniel King." The Death Ender shut the book and pulled it back into the seemingly endless darkness of the cloak it wore and began trekking back to the places unknown.
"I really do hate my job." It absently stated out, as it collapsed onto the ground and the back tiredly against the wall, once it entered into an abandoned warehouse of the dead realm. It pulled down the hood and allowed the long, ebony locks to fall out.
It was a woman-a tired-looking woman with eyes of the color of the ocean.
She let out a heavy sigh.
After several, long moments, she got up and resumed her job.
It was just another day of her life as the Death Ender.
After the end of her day, she was able to go home. She was planning on collapsing on the bed, inside of her utterly empty home.
With a click of her door, she entered. She dumped her long, heavy cloak onto a coat rack. She dumped her black book onto a table somewhere into her living room. She dumped off her stupid boots in a dark corner. She dragged off her socks and flung them onto the top of her television she barely watched.
She raggedly climbed the stair to get into her room and climb into her nice, comfy bed. And maybe hope that one day she will never have to get out.
She hated her job-but she didn't have a choice. Somebody have to keep the number of Reapers in check-after all, Reapers are like humans and produced children at the same pace as humans in the living realm do. But sadly, there's only one for the job so far. One would think that if there are numerous Reapers taking the souls of the humans in the living realm, then there should be just as many of the Death Enders too. But so far, she was the only one.
Most Reapers hardly took more than thirty souls a day-but she-
She easily in took more than hundreds, maybe a thousand per week.
After all, there are more people in dead realm than there are in living realm. Mainly because they took in souls that haven't even went into the afterlife yet and they are making babies like rabbits.
All of the Reapers' life she took-they went directly to the afterlife, though most of the Reapers didn't know that-many are afraid of going nonexistent from the world that knew them.
She found it sad, really. She was so hated because of that.
Only thing that she was happy about is that hardly anyone saw her face-so she didn't get heckled at or get maimed whenever she went out on personal errands. Which is far and few in between.
She let out a sigh again when she slithered into her bed, not realizing that there's somebody else occupying her bed too.
She realized it too late.
She was assaulted with lustful kisses and was stripped of her clothes.
"Undertaker-what are you doing?" She squealed out, as the white-haired male licked her breasts, his hands were wandering all over the place. "Neh, neh, what does it look like I'm doing, Kaggy-chan?"
Kagome's face was flushed, "Not now-I'm too tired-" She spoke his real name but the Undertaker merely stole her lips.
"Neh~You can't fool me, ya know!" He crackled out before her lips; Kagome merely grabbed his hair and resumed their lustful kissing.
As they were falling deep into their carnal pleasure, Kagome thought about her long-time lover.
They knew each other long before the Undertaker even retired and he took that name and that job into the living realm. He always did have a fascination with the human bodies-as weird as that sounded; Kagome found that she doesn't really mind at all.
He came upon her by accident when she had her hood down and she was about to destroy him, just to protect her identity. However, he was quite a persuasive man and explained that he wouldn't reveal her identity to anyone and made that promise for her.
She then allowed him to keep that promise without much of issue.
Afterward, she knew she was rather difficult to find, seeing that she's all over the place, doing her duty, yet that man continue to find her without much of sweat. Eventually, she grew to enjoy his company and found herself having many a meal with him, when they're both off-duty.
It wasn't long until they found themselves being in a bed together.
Even after the Undertaker retired, he continued to find her and take her out from the living realm…Remaining to be her lover and her his too.
Kagome gasped out when he entered her, with much love, yet still so rough, then she wailed out from the pleasure she was offered so kindly. She stared up into his green eyes and kissed him once more.
Even now, she was glad to have someone to come home to.
~Owari
Hello, all! This has been sitting in a folder in my computer for a while. So yeahhh...Since I won't be writing anything in a little while, I thought that maybe I should upload something to keep you all entertained for some time. ^^ I hope you like it and please do review, if you can! :)