A/N: As I mentioned in the last chapter, I wrote this chapter a long time ago, so if the writing seems a little different for some random reason then that's why, okay?

Lavi's POV

I held her hand in my own as I sat on the chair next to her bed. She appeared to be unconscious now, and I was starting to get worried. Maybe the red cloaked man's strange and grim prediction was coming true after all. I shook my head, refusing to believe it. Jasmine can't, no, she won't die here today. Smiling weakly I looked down at her pale face, partially covered by coppery strands of hair. If only thinking something could make it happen. Her hand twitched, and I placed my other hand over the top of hers, wondering if she was going to wake up. It turned out to be the exact opposite. I paled as I felt the warmth leave her hand.

"No!" I cried in frustration. "This can't be happening!" Her strange butler seemed to be extremely pissed off, but other than that he wasn't showing even a single emotion. He glared angrily at the red haired man, who sighed unhappily and picked up his chainsaw.

"You know it's a real shame Sebas-chan." He said quietly to the butler. "I really did like her. She had such wonderful hair." He started the motor of his chainsaw and swung it up in the air.

"Hold on, what the hell are you doing?" I yelled, confused and entirely out of the loop of whatever mutual agreement the two men had. They must have had an agreement, because Sebastian made no move to stop the chainsaw wielding madman. There was an awful moment when everything slowed down. The chainsaw arced down towards Jasmine while the black butler stood by and watched. I was helpless to do anything; all I could do was watch it happen. I cried out in horror at the sickening thud when the chainsaw made contact with her shoulder. For some unfathomable reason however, the chainsaw was immediately pulled away again.

"Was that really necessary Grell?" Sebastian asked, annoyed. "We both know it won't change the outcome." Grell put his chainsaw down with a guilty look on his face.

"I know, but it's a part of my job. If I didn't do it then Will would punish me. He might even take away my scythe again." Sebastian spared a moment to glare at Grell, but they both turned to stare intently at the air above Jasmine. I tried to figure out what they were looking at, but there was nothing there. Something was seriously weird about the two of them.

"So that's how it happened…" Grell muttered, the tone of his voice was interested and grief-stricken at the same time. Sebastian nodded his head, not saying a word. "I have to admit Sebas-chan, that even if you weren't around she would still have to die here today. Threatening and blackmailing a government official? She hasn't exactly led a pure life." I frowned.

"What are you talking about? Jas would never do something like that!" Grell gave me a piercing stare.

"You really don't know her very well, do you?" I flinched, knowing it was the truth. Suddenly Jasmine was surrounded by an eerie purple glow. "What the hell?" Grell cried in confusion, dropping his chainsaw.

Normal (Jasmine's) POV

I was floating in a black abyss. I couldn't see anything at all. Outside I could hear voices, voices I knew, like Lavi and Grell. I could still feel Lavi's hand as he held mine. Slowly everything began to fade away until I was left with nothing but the endless darkness of the abyss.

Is this what it means to be dead? I wondered to myself, surprised by the fact that if I was indeed dead, I still had my consciousness with me. Suddenly the abyss was filled with colour and I was literally watching my life flash before me.

This must be Grell's handiwork. I mused as I wondered just how mad Sebastian would be at me for dying before we had fulfilled the contract. Something tugged on the edge of my awareness and I spun, seeing something that glowed purple. Beside it was a small figure, which I gradually began to make out as I drifted closer to the purple glow. It was a young girl, or at least she seemed young. She had black hair and her skin seemed oddly… grey. She stood next to the purple object, smirking at me and motioning for me to take it. My spirit reached out and grabbed it, thinking that it was my contract pentagram, but it wasn't. The purple glow expanded, filling the entire abyss. I could hear the voices again, and I could feel the soft mattress under my back.

"What the hell?" Grell cried in shock. "She's rewinding her own cinematic record! But she's dead! Last time it happened it was because that Phantomhive brat was still alive!" Somehow his harsh words soothed me. If Ciel could do it then so could I. I managed to open my mouth and took in a massive gulp of air. Lavi jumped back as I bolted upright. Coughing violently I doubled over, trying to regulate my breathing. The strangest thing was that I was actually breathing out tiny purple flames every time I coughed. When I had calmed down a bit I glanced down at my shoulder, noting the rip Grell had made in my brand new white singlet top.

"Grell, you ruined my top!" I whined, before coughing again. Sebastian looked relieved but there was something else there as well. Anger? Confusion? I wasn't sure, but I knew it was a good sign. Getting to my feet I grabbed a fistful of red and stared angrily into Grell's eyes.

"What happened?" I demanded, giving him a shove. He took a breath to talk but I was overcome by another coughing fit, having to lean against him for support. Lavi had fallen off the edge of the bed and was now sitting wide-eyed on the floor, a witness to my outburst of anger.

"When you rewound your cinematic record part of it was blank." Sebastian stated quietly. I looked up at him.

"Blank? But that means…" Turning back to Grell I yelled at him. "What happened? What's wrong with my soul?" He glared at me and I noticed that I was pulling his hair. Letting go I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to explain himself. He pulled his notebook back out of one of the pockets in his coat and flipped it open.

"Strangely enough this little event hasn't upset my soul balance. That's odd…" I cleared my throat, reminding him that we were waiting for answers. "Oh, right. Well you damaged your soul when you forcefully rewound your cinematic record. Around three years of your memory have been lost." I frowned, thinking.

"But I can still remember everything." I protested.

"They were probably your earliest memories, which is lucky for you, because you probably couldn't access them before anyway. The problem lies with how the memories were lost." I tilted my head to one side, not really sure what he was getting at.

"Didn't you just say that I lost them due to the way I used force on my cinematic record?" He nodded, glad I was paying attention.

"The problem is that it's not a case of amnesia. Part of your soul physically splintered off, taking those memories with it." I glanced over at Sebastian who was fuming angrily in the corner of the room.

"How much of my soul is gone?" I asked tentatively, not really wanting to know. Grell did a quick calculation in his head.

"Almost a quarter of it." The shock from his answer started me off on another coughing fit, resulting in me nearly setting the sheets on fire. There was a thud and when I looked up Sebastian was holding Grell up in the air by his throat. Grell had kicked the bed and seemed to be struggling to breath.

"Stop it Sebastian. You know what will happen if you kill him. He's a shinigami for crying out loud." He glared at me before letting go.

"That hurt Sebas-chan." Grell whined, rubbing his neck. I sat down on the floor next to Grell, ignoring Lavi who was still freaking out in the corner.

"Do you know where it went?" Grell shook his head. "Do you know of a way we can find out?" He began to shake his head again but paused, thinking.

"You could always ask Will, or you could ask the legendary shinigami. He might be able to tell you."

"Who's the legendary shinigami?" I asked at the same time as Sebastian said "I hardly think the Undertaker will be of any use to us." Turning around I looked up at Sebastian.

"You told me about him. I remember it now; he was at the shinigami library when you were trying to save Ciel from the angel."

"Why are you guys talking about shinigami and angels?" Lavi called from the corner, utterly lost and confused by our conversation. Getting up I walked over to him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Lavi, I want you to promise me that you won't breath a word of this to Bookman." I pleaded with my eyes and he eventually nodded, promising his silence. "Thanks, I owe you one." I whispered quietly so Sebastian and Grell wouldn't hear me.

"What do you want me to do?" Sebastian asked me, giving Grell a deadly glare. I thought about it for a moment before deciding to let him have his way.

"You can get rid of Grell, we don't need him anymore." Sebastian happily obliged, picking the reaper up and throwing him out the window, closely followed by his scythe which, if Grell's cry of pain was any indicator, landed on top of him, probably somewhere extremely painful. I stretched my arms up over my head, and I mean really stretched, something I shouldn't have been able to do due to my side injury. Intrigued, I went into the bathroom to check it out. Standing in front of the mirror I rolled up my shirt and unravelled the bandages, revealing an almost invisible scar in the place of the knife wound. That's weird. Curious, I checked my shoulder where Grell had cut me with his death scythe. Surely there was no way that could have healed too. But it had, I couldn't see it at all. Finally I lifted my fringe, hoping that the hideous scar on my forehead would also be gone. My hopes were shattered as I saw it was still there. Admittedly it had healed properly this time, but it was still highly visible, unlike the other two.

"Fuck this." I muttered, cursing the luck that decided to be picky. I didn't really have any reason to be mad though, since I was alive. Yanking my shirt back down I wandered back into the room to find that Lavi had recovered a bit after Grell's departure. I sat down cross-legged on the bed in front of him, making him look up.

"Lavi?" His gaze didn't appear to be frightened or scared, it was a cold, calculating gaze that met my own. His single green eye was devoid of emotion, and he reminded me momentarily of Bookman. He was staring up at me in the same way that Bookman always watched me. I rubbed the back of my neck self-consciously, trying to sort my thoughts.

"Something unnatural has happened here." I brushed my hair out of my eyes and resisted the temptation to scoff at his statement. Someone dying and coming back to life without resuscitation? Of course that's unnatural! I sighed, dropping my hand onto the bed as I glanced over at Sebastian. He shrugged. It didn't matter to him what I told Lavi, as long as I kept my end of the contract. Although there were some things we needed to do before the contract came properly back into play again.

My soul has splintered… Shaking my head I stared straight into Lavi's calculating eye, taking a deep breath.

"Where do you want me to start?" I breathed after a long silence, resigning myself to the fact that I was in for a long explanation.