Fan Fiction ❯ Hello, My Name Is Death ❯ You Have Pink Hair! ( Chapter 2 )

You step back from the body, your face one of pure shock and terror. You're…you're dead. That's you beneath the sheet, that's your car, and your favorite song blaring on the radio. How could this have happened? How could this be, you're standing right here!

So, are you a ghost? Is that it? What the hell…? No, this can't be real. You must be dreaming…or someone stole your license…maybe. You run back to the officers, waving your hands in the air and jumping up and down.

"Hello! Look guys, DONUTS!" You scream, hoping one or two hungry police officers might hear you. But no one turns around. You see various policemen scribbling things down on their little brown clipboards. You briefly speculate on the fact that you knew you should have stayed in bed this morning. You retreat back to your car and sink down to the ground, letting the rain pour down violently on you. It's not as though you can feel it anyway…

Damn it, this all happened so soon. You were free on the road for two minutes, your life had drastically changed. You were free to drive wherever the hell you wanted…and now you're dead. How could something so wonderful turn into such a bloody mess in under ten minutes?

"You weren't supposed to do that…" you hear a slightly annoyed sounding voice coming from above you. Oh great, now you're hearing things.

"Did you hear me, you little juvenile…?" You hear it again, a female's voice, hovering slightly above you. You raise your head from your knees and look up. There above you see a shadowy figure hooded and cloaked in black. You've seen this figure before in many a horror movie…it's the grim reaper. Death, as he is better known, and now he's come for you, you feel your body (well, you're ghost body) begin to shake with fear.

"You make things so hard, usually all I'd have to do is spookily gesture or something and you'd come with me. But oh no, you the little spirit in denial…you have to make everything so complicated…" The Reaper makes strange gestures with it's hand, rolling them an acting like an idiot. You raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, oh yeah, so anyway, come with me now and descend into the realm of the dead! Boom boom boom!" it says in a slightly deeper voice.

You glare at it.

"Oh fine," it says, it's hand shooting to it's hood and gracefully pulling it down in one smooth movement. A young girl, not any older than you, looks down at you. Her eyes are black and her hair a striking shade of…pink? You feel a smile spreading across your face.

"What's so funny, mortal?"

You begin to laugh, "You have…you have PINK HAIR! Hahahahahahaha!"

The Grim Reaper casts you a childish glare, folding her arms across her chest. "It's not PINK, it's magenta, so there." She sticks her tongue out at you.

"Ooh, that was good," you say, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"Yes, well…" says the girl, frowning.

"So, you're here to take me to the afterlife?" You ask, standing up.

"Well, not necessarily."

You frown, "Why? I'm dead, aren't I?"

The girl shifts uncomfortably, "Well, yes, you are, but you're not supposed to be."

"WHAT?!"

"It's true, you weren't supposed to drive at all today. Fate says that you were supposed to fail your drivers test…

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" you yell, stomping on the ground.

The Grim Reaper raises an eyebrow. "No need to kill all those innocent ants…"

"Oh shut up…" you say, halting your rampage. You kick the busted truck a take a seat on the hood, playing with the little droplets of your own blood.

"So what am I supposed to do now, huh?" you ask, annoyed.

"Well, there's not much you can do. Wait around until your designated death time…"

"When is that?"

"Well," says the Reaper, pulling out her own little clipboard and flipping through a gigantic notebook, "It says here that you are to die in a drive by shooting…"

"When?"

"In…fourteen years."

"Oh, peachy." You scowl and fold your arms across your chest.

"So, what do I do in the meantime?"

"Umm…" the Reaper raises her pen to her lips, thinking, "I don't really know."

"You don't know?"

"This has never really happened before, systematical error or something, I'm sure I can get it straightened out for you."

"You'd better!" you shout at the Reaper. "I am having the day from Hell, and I'm not even allowed down there for another fourteen years!? I hope you brought me a book or something, you little pink-haired freak."

The Reaper glares at you harshly. "Sorry, I'm not really a plan-ahead type person."

"Oh good golly Jesus!" you slide off the car and begin to leave the scene.

"I'm not Jesus, my name is Saikoro."

"What are you, Japanese?"

"Well, no, not entirely. I am Death, I do not originate from any one place."

"Oh," you sigh, "So, seeing as we have some time on our hands, how long have you been, uhh, the Grim Reaper."

"Forever…"

"Oh, well, that's nice? Does it pay well?"

"Actually no, it doesn't pay at all."

"Oh."

There is an uncomfortable silence.

"I filed resignation years ago, but no one had stepped in to fill my shoes. You don't know what it's like, being Death. People are dying all around the clock and all around the globe. It's a never ending process. One minute you're in Beijing, next your in Atlanta, then in Paris. It's a mess, really. Of course, I'm not the only one of us, there's quite a few around the world's hotspots - that is - the places where the most people die every day."

"Is that why you have such a weird name?"

"Well yes, my current hotspot is in Japan, but there was no one available to take care of your little problem, so they sent me. The heavens are a very complicated organization now a days. We've got the angels, the messengers, the omens, the reapers, demons and so on…reapers like me are hand chosen by the big guy, we are usually souls, who, like you, have somehow interfered in the tapestry of fate."

"I though you said this hasn't ever happened."

"Well, let me specify, it's happened before, but not when I was around."

"So if reapers are chosen by those who die before their designated time, then that means that I…"

"That option is available to you, if that is what you want."

"I can become a reaper!" you smile, jumping up and tapping your ankles together. "Yey!"

Saikoro glances at you, somewhat appalled by your strange behavior. "Cool it."

You stop dancing instantly, and return to the hood of the car.

"Being a reaper isn't sunshine and flowers honey, you have to act serious…like a stoner!"

"Umm…okay, but what about your pink hair?"

"It's not pink, and I find that most mortals are intimidated by it."

You roll you eyes. "Oh really."

"Yes. Really." Saikoro soughs uneasily.

"So what now? Am I instantly a reaper or do I have to dye my hair some ridiculous color?"

Saikoro sighs, "I suppose I'll have to take you to heaven, ya know, to get this straightened out."

Shocked by her statement, you slide back a bit. "Gonna fly me there or something?"

"Yes, in fact."

Saikoro grabs your hand, and you are briefly aware of the solidity of the car beneath you falling away, as you sail up into the sky with Death.