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"I-I'm scared!"
Softly the girls shaky voice uttered her words, before getting quiet again. Just as the rest of the black nothingness. It scared her. Just like the silence and the feeling of... nothing. She couldn't open her eyes. She couldn't move. She could only be. Again, she uttered words, or was she thinking? She didn't know, just to hear something.
"Death is scary, girl." The voice were loud, hurting her ears. She winced and tried to cover them, then realised she probably didn't have any hands. Probably not ears too. "Do you.. want to not be dead?" The voice thundered again. She nodded, then realised she didn't have a head, before answering:
"Yes"

The girl's body arched up as she gasped in for some air. Exhaling, she dropped back on to something soft like a bed. She slowly started to open her hazel sky blue eyes, wondering if she was dead or alive. she was very confused, she first felt cold like she was lost in a black world of nothing, now she felt warm just like she was when she was at home with her family, she knew she wasn't at home.

Her eye's were fully open now, but she couldn't see anything; her eye's seem to be extremely blurry from a bright white light. 'Am i in heaven...?' she thought faintly. Afraid to move, she just laid there not daring to move. Scared she doesn't have her body parts like the last time; she was in that strange nothingness.

Gloved hands stroke slightly over the white bones of the unicorn skeleton. It was perfect. Every bone was intact, making the unicorn shining softly. After all it was a magically creature. Stepping away from his masterpiece and pearl in the collection, he looked over the rest of the silent army. Then he turned with a swish from his cape and locked the door after him.

Turning down the right hallway, a slight arche inside him, letted him know about the girl waking up. He set his course towards his room. Opening the door softly, he settled on a chair beside the bed. "How are you feeling?" His smooth voice came deep from his throat.

Her head snapped towards the deep sound of a man's voice, she hoped it was a man that is. "W-Who are you..." she barely stuttered out, her lost her voice from the lack of water. She felt panic run threw her veins; she couldn't see who ever it was. All of the sight see could witness is a blurry black blotch of a human some sort.

"Hmm, probably a side effect." He pondered slightly, before supporting the girl, a little roughly, to sit up. He reached out to the table and got a glass of water, then he clenched the girls fingers around it. Still holding his hand over her fingers, so the glass didn't fell down and soak the bed. "I'm not someone you should worry about right now." His voice were slightly kind, like he was talking to a child.

She took a few gulps of the water, and turned away from the glass; giving a sign that she doesn't want anyone. The water had made her throat much better. At least she know that she had her body parts again. she closed her eyes, hoping it will make the whiteness go away. She wanted to see where she was. ' This must be some side effect....' she thought slightly annoyed the fact, she was unknown of her surroundings.


" Am i dead...?" she asked dumbfounded.

Taking the glass away from her, he placed it carefully on the table. Then he took up a notesbook and descriped her physically state from what he could see. Looking up at her question, he looked down quickly again. "No. You were." Somewhere deep inside was he really proud. But he had made a great sacrifice too. "What's your name?" He looked up again at the girl. His face were framed of blond hair and in the middle a pair of brown eyes looked curious at the girl.

" What do you mean were?" she asked snapping her eyes open but winced of the brightness that bounce in to her eyes. She closed them again. Trying to calm her self down, she played with her long raven hair, slowly smoothing it like was a beautiful soft silk of some soft. " My name is Aimi Kimura...." she whispered," And who are you...?" she asked again, hoping he could give her an answer.

He sighed, "It's not something, you should bother you mind with." Looking up at her again, his eyes narrowed at the name. Kimura was a name the smart people didn't upset. He had upsetted them quite a bit though, making him needing to live in hiding. He sighed softly, "I'm Jiro," He hoped she would stop asking him personal questions, he really didn't like answering them.

" Huh...your name sounds familiar...for some reason..." she spoke with confusion in her voice. She remember her father talking about a man that he wasn't any good. He was insane and dangerous to be around, also he was a killer. 'he couldn't be...that same..person...' she wondered but didn't bother to ask him for his last name, to respect his privacy.

" Hey...uhmmm Jiro-san...when do you think i can see again?" she questioned him turning her head to face the man, of course with her eyes closed.

His eyes quickly adverted up to her, "I can't really see why. Jiro is a very common name." He closed the book softly, before placing it on the table. Then his hand reached out to feel her temperature. "Well, you're aren't feeling warmer than other people. Still, you body need to recharge fully." He didn't really know when, after all it was his first succement in waking somebody back to life.

(( Well, I'm logging off, it's 1 AM over here xD Just needed to get the last item. See you later ^^ ))

She blushed lightly at the truth comment he had made, " you are right, there is a lot of people name Jiro...." she confronted. she didn't want to rest, she waned to figure where the heck she was. The man that is in her room could be anything, to a kind man...or a shriller killer. ' Maybe all this strange things, that had happen to me...got to my head...' she thought letting out a loud sigh. she lost her train of thoughts when a warm yet cold hand touched her forehead. Then the deep voice began to speak again about resting. And he was right, she needed rest.


She nodded in agreement and laid down back on the softy bed.

[[ Blah sorry if it sucks, Today isn't a good day for me -.-]]

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He looked up and nodded slightly at her comment. Jiro was a very, very common name. Especially for second sons, just like he was. The second son who never did anything than causing trouble for his family. It had ended with him banned from the kingdom. Removing his hand, he looked at the young girl, who finally did as he said.

Surely the king would have spreaded some lies about him being a killer. Just because he had began to study necromancing, he was suddenly a criminal. He never had killed though. Necromancing was much more than just skeleton puppetry. It was also knowledge about the body, which, if it was used right, could help sick people, or people with broken limps. He thought it was a honourfilled occupation.

"I'll guess...i will hopefully be able to see you...when i wake up..." she whispered out softly letting slumber slip in. She knew that, once she rest and feel much better she will find out what the hack is going on. She had many questions to ask him. She hope he would answer them.

[[sorry for late reply! D: and for it being really short! :[ i'll write more in the next post. ]]

(( It's totally okay! - I'm having a brainfeeze too here -.-' ))

Looking at the sleeping princess, his eyes blazed in victory. He had been able to wake someone from the death. But it had taken hard. He could still feel the spell frenzy on his powers. In the end, he had needed to take some of his own life energy and he was beginning to feel the consequences. He picked up his notesbook and rose, deciding to get some sleep. His eyes where grainfilled and he where seeing double. It wasn't good, not good at all.

(( Skip to next morning? ^^ ))

" Aimi come look at these flowers!" a little boy cried out happily. she turned around and smiled down at him. " Yes, they are very beautiful..." she told him. "May i have one, i would like to give one to mother...." he asked giving her the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. She couldn't say no to that now..." Okay i'll get you it..." she smiled and started climbing up the small hill.


She finally reached where the flower were located and picked one, as soon she picked one, some hand from the flower patch gripped her hand tightly. She tried pulling back, but as soon she did, it grabbed her other hand, then her legs. she cried in panic, she looked back at the boy and he was gone, leaving her nothing but darkness that surrounded her. " Let go!" she finally screamed, making her fall in to that pitch black.


"Ahhh!" she screamed out as she jerked up from her bed. Breathing harshly, she looked around to see, she was safe, that it was all a dream.


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Jiro didn't dream. He didn't have nightmares either, it was probably because his magic were far more scaring. To others most of the time, he had learned to live with it. The 'most' of a dream he had once, were a vague feeling of falling. But it couldn't get counted as a dream, not when it was all pitch black and he could feel the covers over him. So it couldn't really be, because dreans where usually when you were asleep. He awoke a few hours later. He couldn't sleep very much anymore. That was one of the things that made the black beneath his eyes so much more outstanding. He was up and got clothes before moving to the pathetic thing he called a kitchen and found a bread. Getting some more to Aimi, then he went in and placed it on the table beside her bed. He decided to work some more of one of the skeletons he was working on. It was nearly finished.