ξ☢ ゚ ヮ゚) !gwSNAAKE5k 2008/08/26 (Tue) 14:07 No. 57520 Well, you could opt to go have a look around again, but the events of last night hold sway over your mind. Did all that really happen? You turn to Aya. No, she wouldn't know. She was out like a light all night. Your only option is to look for the others. Youmu's probably awake at this point, so you'll try to find her first.
Before searching the rest of the place, you should at least check her room, first. You walk back down the hall, telling Aya to wait for you by the stairs. You'd like to do some more training with your newly found powers, if possible. If you remember correctly, Youmu's room was.. This one! You knock first, waiting for a response. Nothing.
Carefully, you peek inside. You see Yuka asleep on the bed, but Youmu's nowhere to be found. Weren't they sharing a room together? You close the door, careful not to make a sound. Waking up Yuka would be the last thing you'd want to do. You walk back to the main hall and regroup with Aya. Looks like she didn't wait, though. You can't find a trace of her anywhere.
An eerie silence passes over the room. Compared to the rowdiness of everyone last night, the lack of noise is unsettling. You decide to head outside for some fresh air. Maybe that'll help clear your mind. You head for the front door, opening it quietly and stepping outside.
This is strange, where'd the walkway go? For that matter, where'd the house go? This is strangely similar to the time you'd walked into Yuka's mansion. Is it some sort of trick? You feel for the blade at your hip. It's gone. At least you still have your pistol.
"Oh, hey!" Somebody taps you on the shoulder. "Didn't think I'd bee seeing you so soon."
"Who-" You spin around, keeping your hand placed firmly over your weapon. As you catch sight of the person, you realize you won't need to shoot.
"It's Komachi, or did you forget?" She smiles.
"What's going on?" You do a double-take on your surroundings. Isn't this Muenzuka? What're you doing here?
"Same old, same old. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. What about you?" She seems to have misconstrued your question.
"No, I mean what am I doing here?"
She doesn't seem at all surprised by your correction. "Yeah, you probably don't know yet. Hate to break it to you, but you're dead."
"What?" That can't be right! You were fine just a minute ago! "I can't be dead. Enough with the jokes."
"No joke." Her face turns sour. "Looks like you were killed in your sleep or something. A lot of good folks seem to go out that way, these days." She points to your chest. "See?"
You look down. Your shirt's covered in red. From her words, you could only guess it to be your blood. You examine the wound. There's no mark on your body, nor is it painful. But if she's right, you'd have to be dead. A wound like this would've pierced your heart.
"What happened?" Somehow, someway, you're able to keep calm. Dying really isn't as bad as you thought, and you'd been preparing for it since you set foot on the battlefield so many years ago. "How did I die?"
"Stabbed, by your own blade." She treats it as if it's no big deal. Then again, there's nothing that can be done about it now. Something's not right, don't you still have it?
"That's not right, I have it right here." You pull the knife from your boot. It's clean, like you left it.
"Didn't you have a sword or something on you?" How does she know all this?
"I did. Something Youmu took from a celestial." Did Tenshi do this?
"That's the one I meant." She points, confirming her suspicion with the simple gesture. "Now come on, it's time to pay the reaper."
"Pay?" With what? You don't have any money.
"Do I have to shake it out of you?" She furrows her brow, displaying her frustration. Eventually, she seems to understand you've no idea what the hell she's going on about. "Alright, fine. Lemme help." She punches you firmly against your chest. Her hand seems to sink into your body, like you're make out of putty. You black out instantaneously.
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"Ah, you're finally waking up."
You hear her voice, though your vision is blurred. It looks like she's in front of you again. You try to respond, but the words don't come out.
"Ah, don't try to force it. You'll fall off the boat and that'll be the end of you." Her voice seems.. sympathetic, almost.
Your vision clears, and you find yourself on a small wooden dinghy. Around you is nothing but water, covered by a clean white mist. You can't see beyond several feet of the boat. Small ripples in the water audibly splash against the boat, heightening the eerily silent atmosphere.
"So how's it feel being dead?" She snickers, "Oh, sorry. I keep forgetting spirits can't talk. I hope you don't mind a little one-sided conversation." She guides the boat with her scythe, placed in the water behind it like a rudder. You're sitting at the front, you think. Why can't you see your body?
"It's really not as bad as people think--dying. Most people go to hell for a while, then get sent back into the system like nothing happened." She frowns at you. "Then again, you're a soldier, aren't you? Means you killed a few guys, right?" She changes to a pained expression. "Ahhh, that's probably not going to go over so well with the boss."
Didn't she say something to that effect, something to do with repentance? How long have you been out here?
"I hear that." Can she truly hear you? "You're probably thinking, 'why me' right about now. Truth is, this happens to everybody. Rich, poor, young, old. It really makes no difference." She kicks the floor of the boat, causing it to rock lightly. "Geez, we've been out here for a while. What'd you do, skin a village of women and children?"
"Komachi," It's Shiki! When did she get here? She appears to be floating just over the water, but that could be your eyes playing tricks on you. "Haven't I told you to toss the ones who's river's breadth extends forever?"
"Well, yeah, but--" She looks down at you, almost apologetically.
"No back talk, I can't have my only Death God slacking off like thi-" Shiki's eyes glimpse in your direction several times. On the third, she goes silent. "Oh my."
"See?" Komachi shrugs, seemingly unsure of her response. "I can't just toss this one."
"It would certainly seem that way." She looks back down to you. "So, we meet again. Unfortunately, it would appear you've had far too little time to better yourself since we last met. Though you've certainly grown stronger." She pulls a flattened gold scepter from her shirt. "I shall grant you the ability to speak for a short while."
She taps you with the object. It feels as if a great weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Well, if you had shoulders at this point and time.
"Hold your tongue." She brandishes the object, holding it to you. "I've a request, though I doubt you'll want to refuse it."
"Oh, I know this one." Komachi snickers.
"Be quiet, you!" As a result, Shiki bops her on the head, turning back as soon as she's satisfied. "I'll grant you three options. You may choose one. First, you can be thrown overboard, where the beasts of this lake will feast on your sinful soul. Second, you may choose to spend up to an eternity in hell, repenting your sins." She pauses before reaching the last option, judging you carefully with a piercing gaze. "Your last option, and I recommend you take it, would be to volunteer your services to me, and escape the wheel of karma."
[ ] Jump into the lake
[ ] Go to hell
[ ] Accept Shiki's offer