The first thing I was aware of was a light whooshing sound by my right ear. I cracked one eye open experimentally, and was greeted by a blinding light. Growling a little in irritation, I tried again. Only this time I saw a cartoonish skull about two inches from my face. To say the least, that surprised me.
Scooting backwards to get some personal space, I let out a very undignified "Aaack."
"Hey, hey there son! How ya doin'!" the skull guy chirped in a very unfitting voice. "Do you remember anything?"
When he said that it all came back to me, my old life. The symmetry obsession, defeating Ausura, the pyramids of Anubis, Liz and Patty, Soul, Maka, BlackStar, Tsubaki, Chrona, everything.
And some memories I don't recognize. A girl, tall with long jet black hair like silk, singing softly on a swing set. She looked to be about ten and was wearing a jean skirt with black leggings and a too big red shirt meant for boys. In the memory someone says, "Hey, what song is that? It sounds really nice." Then I realize it's me. The girl looks up her oceanic eyes shining, "Do you think so? I wrote it myself." I feel like I've known her for a long time, like we grew up together, and that she is the most important person to me.
After that the memory fades in to a new one. This one of a semi-dark room. It's a little hard to see but I can make out the shapes of a drum set and several other instruments. When I hear footsteps I turn to see the same girl as before looking about seventeen smirking at me. She is wearing black skinny jeans and a yellow pullover, hair tied back into a low pony tail. "You ready to get the show on the road?" she asks.
"Yeah, of course. Are the others ready?"
"You tell me," A boy with spiked up fiery orange hair and green eyes interrupts. The boy also looks to be about seventeen, possibly eighteen. I feel like he too is important, like a brother. He is wearing baggy blue jeans and a navy t-shirt, he also has a thick chain necklace wit dog tags.
"Yes, we are all set to go, just waiting for the other doors to open up." Another boy, at least nineteen came up behind the first boy. He was wearing a plain black long sleeved shirt and blue jeans and had long-ish black hair with bangs that fell in his eyes. A man came up to our group then holding a clipboard and cellphone.
"Kids, the doors just opened up, you should take your places." He said rather shortly. We did as he said, each of us heading to our respective instruments. Fire hair picked up a cherry red electric guitar, the dark haired boy walked over to the drum set, I picked up a navy blue guitar and a black bass as well. The girl walked over to me and took the bass from me. By now I could hear murmurs of a crowd forming behind a now illuminated red velvet curtain. The curtain started to lift and-
"Kid."
"Huh?"
"You zoned out a little."
"Oh, I was remembering, his name was Owen, Right?" I asked.
"Yes, he was eighteen when he died." He told me. "Do you want to see your body?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Father lead me over to the mirror and I took in my appearance. My hair was black and still had stripes, but my hair was too short to show all but the top stripe in my spiked up bangs. I was also dressed in a white jacket with a dark grey skull logo on the left side of my chest. It was unzipped and allowed me to see the plain black t-shirt underneath. I also wore some loose fitting blue jeans and black converse shoes. Over all I liked my new body, it was strong, healthy and young too. My old self would have had a fit at the casualness and the asymmetry but Owen's personality didn't care about symmetry.
"Do you like it? I thought you would want an older body seeing as your friends are growing up…" he trailed of at the end reminding me how awkward it will be to reintroduce myself to everyone who thinks I'm dead and gone.
"Yes, Owen will make a great host, thank you Father." I reply.
"Well great, you should go tell your friends your alive. They think you've been dead for a week now!" The elder shinigami exclaimed. I winced at that. This would definitely be awkward…