Summary: My mom had always said nothing was impossible, but this was really pushing it! When Death comes for me,well... it's not exactly the way I had imagined it. Being thrown into a supposedly fictional world by the Grim Reaper with no explanation was hardly what I had planned for my afterlife. And being tasked with a mission from said deity that I didn't understand certainly didn't help matters. Hopefully I could make it through the whole ordeal in one piece. Though that was probably only wishful thinking. OC.

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Prologue: Highway to Hell

Once upon a time, in a small city, in a peaceful era and country, there had been a girl. She had been a relatively normal girl, who had had a family, friends, hopes, and dreams. But then that girl had died.

Yeah, I know. Bit anti-climatic, huh?

I'm not a big fan of how things went down either. See, that girl? That girl was me.

Let's start at the beggining, shall we?

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The day had been like every other predictable day before it. Get up, get dressed, eat, go to school, pick up little sister, take care of said younger sibling, do homework, do chores, make dinner, rinse and repeat. I suppose weird things tend to happen when you least expect them too.

The cool night air was a nice change from the blistering summer sun that had been obnoxiously present during the day. I let out a content sigh, closing my eyes for a brief second, enjoying the slight breeze that ruffled my hair and skirt.

I stood at the front doorway for a moment, before looking back inside. My eyes landed on the person on the couch in the living room, watching TV and slumped bonelessly on the piece of furniture. The sound of the TV mingled with the soft whirring of the eletrical fan.

"I'll be back in a flash, Lulu," I called to my little sister, slipping on a light cardigan that had hung from the coat rack on the wall closest to me. "Please behave."

A rather unladylike snort came from the mischievous ten year old on the couch.

"What the heck do you think I'm gonna do, sis? Commit arson?" She asked, sarcasm rather heavy as she lazily flipped through TV channels. I huffed, amused, stuffing my keys in the pockest of my cardigan. Lucinda, called Lulu only by me, had a rather extensive vocabulary for a ten year old. It was no doubt a product of years of lots of reading and having a bookworm older sister, who was studying to be an English teacher and was majoring in literature.

"Considering how much of a wicked imp you are? Highly provable," I retorted in mock haughtiness. "Mom should be home soon. Tell her we're having fish for dinner, kay? I made you some of that chocolate pudding you like so much. Please only eat a little. It should tide you over till dinner's done."

"Yeah yeah," Lulu said distractedly as she eagerly made her way to the kitchen to get her chocolaty treat. My lips quirked into a smile.

"Bye, love you!" I shouted to her as I slipped out the door. I only just barely managed to catch the muffled 'love you too' Lulu had called after me. After making sure that the door was locked I headed in the direction of the nearest supermarket in need of some things for dinner.

I hummed a popular pop song under my breath as I walked, enjoying the peaceful night. No one was around that I knew of. My mind wandered as I mentally catalouged what I needed to buy, only being aware of the buzzing of nearby bugs. I was so lost in thought, it was needless to say that I didn't notice the truck headed my way until it was too late. I heard the screeching of tires, felt a shock of agony, red obscuring my sight.

Everything faded to black.

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When I woke up, I was really confused. One of the reasons being the fact that I had woken up at all. Not to mention I didn't feel any pain anymore and considering what I remembered, I had been in a pretty nasty accident. And lastly, I had woken up in a place that was blindingly bright and seemed to be endless. Everything was white, even the weird dress thing I was wearing that only served to add to my confusion.

Was I in Heaven or something? I was rather skeptical. My mom was a firm believer in a higher being, but I never really was able to believe it. Still, it seemed like the best theory I could come up with at the moment.

I sat and waited for what seemed like a long time before getting bored and standing up with the intention of exploring in a faint hope that I could find something, or preferably, someone.

My wish was granted before I could even take a step forward.

With a strangled cry, I fell on my ass, scrambling backwards in a bad attempt to get away from the...monstrous thing that had appeared in front of me. My eyes were wide, pupils dilated in fear as I stared up at it, trembling.

The terrfying creature, it was painfully obvious that it was inhuman, stared straight at my shivering form with a nerve wrecking intensity. It registrered in the small part of my brain that wasn't freaking the fuck out that the thing before me was vaguely familiar.

It had a long, wild mane of white hair, two red horns, and grey blue skin. The clothing it wore blended with the background and I faintly noticed the weird bead thing it carried as well as the sword in its mouth. The creature pratically dwarfed me and my eyes couldn't seem to look away from the pitch black pair of eyes that were staring at me.

When a giant hand reached towards me, my fear level went from 'pants pissingly terrfying' to 'heart stopping, on the verge of cardiac arrest.' My eyes snapped shut, tears leaking down my face as I waited for whatever horrible thing it wanted to do to me. The anticipation was nauseating. I wanted to puke.

I felt a finger touch my forehead and I stiffened in shock, eyes snapping open as information enetered my head. With a healthy amount of disbelief and dread settling in my stomach like a bad meal, I could only stare, open mouthed as the the thing (Shinigami, my mind whispered) stared me down.

"You want...," my mouth was dry, and I was horribly close to hyperventilating. "Why...why me?" I choked out, trembling like a leaf, curling in on myself, tears still silently making their way down my cheeks. The Shinigami grinned. I noticed that the weird short sword it had had previously was gone, giving me a full view of a mouth filled with sharp, jagged teeth. I could only manage a frightened half-choked scream when it reached towards me once again.

Everything faded to white.

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Chaos.

That was what greeted me when I woke up again with a start and watery eyes. I heard far off explosions and felt the vibrations that shook the earth below me and felt a malevolent, evil, vile presence weigh down on me. Disoriented, I registered my surroundings with a growing sense of horror.

I was in the ruins of what had been a house, and I tried not to think about the two lumps crushed under said remains that could only be human bodies. My body felt tired and sore but I managed to catch a glimpse of myself in a broken mirror nearby. My heart skipped and my breath hitched.

Staring back at me was the face of a kid with reddish-brown hair and a dirt smudged face. I noted that my eyes were the same as always. A honey brown, bordering on amber. With trembling chubby toddler hands, I touched my reflection.

The malicious presence doubled and I choked on it, feeling like I was drowning. I clutched at my neck, realizing slowly that being in the body of a toddler was the least of my worries at the moment.

There in the distance I could just barely make out the gigantic form of a red being, looking distinctly like a fox with wildly waving tails. I realised with a jolt where I was, and the forcefully shoved information in my head made startling sense now. Terror unlike anything else washed over me, tinged with disbelief. I was in Kohona.

It was October tenth.

The night of the Nine-Tailed Fox attack.

One day us writers will have a creative way to kill off characters that doesn't include a car accident. Today is not that day.

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