Keiko's POV
Why was I plunged into despair? Why did my legs give out, leaving Ren's side?
These questions were left unanswered, as my whole body met the cold floor. My whole body, which was slightly warm, was soon plundered down into a freezing state.
Please, anyone, save me!
I soon was producing goosebumps, my whole body going numb.
I couldn't even move.
"KEIKO!" Ren cried out, as he saw her fall down. At first, he thought she just tripped. When she didn't bother to stand up, a chill ran down his spine.
He made her back straight as he lifted her up. "Keiko, can you hear me?"
No answer. She didn't even look like she was breathing.
"Call an ambulance! She needs to see a doctor, stat!" Vidka exclaimed. She soon frowned. "No wait, can doctors really...? Could humans help shinigamis?
Tsuki gulped as he stared at Keiko, looking lifeless. Her eyes looked so rested, as if she was already dead. Her eyelashes... if only they would flutter open.
Ren was already getting out his cellphone, looking frantic, until the President laid a hand on his shoulder.
"I happen to have a personal hospital in this mansion. If you like, you could use it instead of waiting for an ambulance to come."
What kind of statement was that? Of course they would use it!
A cool breeze fell upon the small girl, as she continued to fall into a blistering snowy world. As she opened her eyes for the first time, she saw the white wonder of snow kissing her.
She could finally see.
Her whole body warmed up, almost feeling as if it would spontaneously combust. Presumably, she assumed she fell into a deep sleep again. And apparently, she was wrong.
After all, why would she fall asleep during a party?
I always get sleepy on December... Why? wondered Keiko, who was rubbing her eyes, brushing off the snow in her eyes. She yawned, stretching her slim arms. Surprisingly, she soon got used to the snow falling upon her. It would pile high on her, but she never once felt the need to brush it all off.
As she trudged the thick snow, feeling the frustrated at her flats that were slowing her down, her gait was soon set to a pause.
A blue light, humming away from the falling snow, brought her down to her knees. When she peered quietly, her head lifting up, she was soon brought into a curtsy.
"Milord, how do you do?"
The glow nodded, (how can you tell?) and it soon came into a form of an ancient man. His beard fell upon to his feet, and he wore a snowy robe, covering his whole body. This man bowed along with the girl, smiling with rosy cheeks, and all.
He was God, himself.
"Keiko, how has your life with Ren Tsuruga been?"
Oh, he's speaking in English... "Fine, Milord. November has been a wonderful month, same with December."
"Do you still get sleepy, my dear?"
She nodded, sighing as she fell down to her knees, sogging up the dress Maria especially picked for her.
Sloshing toward her, he soon floated her head accessories, the hair pins and clips, away from her. And planted them, soon buried in the snow. They soon grew holly bushes, and mistletoe, despite the cruel conditions around them.
"Keiko, are you happy with what you are now?"
Fumbling, she shrugged, mumbling along the lines of "Am I suppose to have an answer?"
She soon shook her head vigorously, bring her head down in regret.
"I... I want to be able to remember everything, but at the same time, I don't mind if I don't. I want to stay by his side."
He sighed, soon switching to Japanese, as she forgot to translate her words to English.
"What would happen if you forgot everything, not being able to remember remnants of your previous life?"
"Huh?"
Beside him, a mistletoe grew as high as him.
Her calm presence was soon brought to a close, as he placed a plucked leaf upon her lips. She automatically opened her mouth, showing her canines, and they vanished.
"Little one, your kisses will be peaceful, no longer lingering its desire for a soul. As a price..." he lowered his head, "... you must give me your memories as being Kyoko, and..."
Caught in amidst of everything, Ren hastily kept glancing at the annoying screen, not even beeping to show signs that a life was still alive. Its image was a simple line, rather than the usual jagged lines it would produce.
Keiko stayed in her peaceful state, still "asleep" and oblivious to everything around her.
"Will Nee chan be alright?" asked Maria, feeling concerned toward her.
"Keiko... it's not funny. I know you get sleepy during December, but this is ridiculous. Wake up," Tsuki marched toward the sleeping princess, jaws clenched, and fists balled up. "WAKE UP!"
When his only response was... well, nothing... he angrily slammed his knuckles onto the hard, granite floor. He grumbled, "Wake up, you baka. Shinigamis don't die. Only until they-"
"TSUKI! Look!" exclaimed Vidka. She pointed frantically at the heart monitor. "It's..."
It was beeping...
It was beeping!
Ren, who was holding Keiko's hand, made a quick glance toward the monitor, and back at her.
"Please... don't die on me," he whispered, talking her hand, and letting it lightly touch his forehead. His eyes were closed, sending a small prayer to God that she would live. Didn't Keiko work for God?
Please... LIVE!
"Urgh..." a voice rumbled, giving a throaty groan, "Where am I?"
"Keiko!" Kyoko! "You're awake!" Ren made no hesitation when he wrapped his arms around her.
This surprised her a bit, before she asked a dreaded question.
As he unwrapped his arms, she asked, "Who are you?"
And that was when the grandfather clock chimed twelve times.
It was midnight; also, it was Christmas—Kyoko's birthday.
Mistletoe is known in spells for protection and peace.
Merry Christmas everyone! *bows head* I don't celebrate it so I hope you guys will have a merry one while I don't. (I won't have a White Christmas because of stupid global warming!)