Hoho, two chapters up! I feel pretty accomplished. Hey Undertaker, wanna try doing the disclaimer for me?

UT: Miss FBaBB does not own us in the slightest! Even I would be scared if she did hehe~

Me: Why you little- *strangles Undertaker*

On with the story!

"So you say that there are no female reapers..."

I was seated on a coffin directly across from Undertaker, playing with my new, soft hair.

"Well~ not necessarily. There are no real female reapers. Oh, sure they have a few of 'em working as some sort 'o secretary... but never out in the field. Their eyes don't have the same killer green that ours do dearie~. They simply cannot pass the final test... Y'see, they're too soft to wield even the small training scythes, and none of 'em can wear spectacles- make 'em go blind, they would. Wearing a pair like the ones ye've got on now could kill some hehe~."

I chuckled slightly. Another immortal life did not sound good to me...

"Guess I'm just special then."

He flashed me another dazzling smile and reached out to grab my hand. Pulling me up from my seat, he dragged me to the room adjacent to the lobby of the mortuary. It contained a kitchen and a full-length mirror that seemed out of place in the mortician's home.

"Ye are special love... Just look at ye."

As I did, Undertaker smirked knowingly in the background.

Twin silver scythes, adorned with beautiful swirled patterns appeared at my sides, sheathed in a belt. I stared at the weapons. Never had I ever seen anything so gorgeous yet so deadly. I ran the tip of my thumb over the blade and examined the blood it drew as though I'd never seen it before. I remembered hearing that only death scythes could kill a shinigami...

It made want to stab them deep into my chest and destroy what I hadn't been able to for so long.

I laughed, not being able to help myself. Suddenly, I was in hysterics, not sure whether I was laughing or crying. Undertaker made a move to come to me, a confused look in his eyes, but I held up a hand to stop him. Tears streamed down my face as I stared at the beautiful stranger in the mirror.

"I could die right now, Taker... I could die, do you know how wonderful that is?!"

I took his hands and whirled us around the room, finally collapsing on the floor in front of him. My laughter turned to an anguished cry, and he sank down beside me.

"Are ye alright, m'lady?" he asked hesitantly. I couldn't speak for a while, then I smiled at him and spoke.

"I couldn't die for the longest time... I lived so many lives... I saw so many I cared about die right in front of me... So one night, in a body I'd inhabited for 254 years, I tried to kill myself. It didn't work. I just turned into a soul and was drawn into another body. See, I can only inhabit dead people... And as long as I don't do anything to grievously injure the body, it doesn't age; it cannot die. My soul never fully resonated with the bodies in question either, so when I tried to kill myself, it merely detached."

I smiled, fiddling with my hair again.

"But this body-" He tried.

"Is mine and mine alone," I finished. A thoughtful look crossed his strangely delicate features.

"And now that ye have it, ye still plan on destroying yourself?" he mused as if to the wall.

I gave him another smile, sadder this time.

"Yes... I've been given a chance for release from the constant hell I've been living. Not dead, not alive... I want to take that chance while it's still available to me."

Undertaker grew very serious as he parted his bangs and looked me deeply in the eyes.

"Any possibility I could make ye change yer mind?"

I threw my head back and laughed again.

"You don't even know my name. How could you make me stay at this point?"

He grinned.

"I've never much cared for names anyway... What do they have to do with the person underneath?"

With that, he planted a light kiss on my forehead.

Uhr meh gurd this is so short I'm dying! I'm so sorry if this seems really rushed, but the writer's block is so real right now omg. Welp, till next time I suppose XD