Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Death's Angel ❯ Facing death ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Disclaimer- I do not own nor did I create Ronin Warriors.
Authors notes: I made up the dates in this, so don't take them seriously. I can't remember exactly when Ryo was born. This story is a bit different, but I hope you like it. Aki-chan I loved the name you used in Chronos, so I'm using it in this! I'm using the Ronins Japanese names in this (I've seen Ryo's name spelled, Ryo or Ryou in Japanese, but I'm going to use Ryo). I introduce a character of mine named Miyako in this and a couple other new characters. Sorry to those of you who don't like stories with new characters. I tried my best, but this is one of my first fanfiction. Hopefully you all enjoy this. Oh, and these, <>, indicate thoughts and these {} indicate a flashback. Enjoy!

Nasuti.............Mia Byakuen.........White Blaze
Jun.................Yulie Arago...............Talpa
Shin................Cye
Shuu............. ..Kento
Seiji................Sage
Touma.............Rowen

Death's Angel
By Rekka's Angel

Miyako sat gracefully on a headstone as she sadly watched the funeral of another youth. She had dreaded the moment this handsome young man had to die. She hated seeing the sad faces of their loved ones as they lost someone close to them. Eventually she would have to take his soul to where it now belonged. She sat quietly and listened to the ending prayer for the thousandth time.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust........." Even though she had heard it a million times, it still amazed her, and deeply touched her.
She watched as his closest friends, dealt with their sorrow. The blond's face was clam, but Miyako could tell a battle of grief, regret, and pain raged inside him. A blue haired young man stood next to him as a few tears silently fell down his cheeks. An auburn haired young man silently cried. The one with blackish-blue hair cried also, as he watched people lower the coffin into the earth. And lastly a woman with reddish-brown hair stood next to them, hugging a little boy. A white tiger stood by their side. The youth who died was named Ryo.
"Poor boy. He was only eighteen, and could have lived a long, happy, and successful life. It's a shame he had to leave it so soon." She hopped off the headstone as the crowd slowly dwindled to the seven she had identified earlier as his closest friends. The tiger's ears perked and he stared straight at her. He looked away a few seconds later. <"Weird. Can he see me?"> Miyako thought. They eventually left with heavy hearts and tears of sorrow trailing down their faces. Sometimes Miyako hated her job. "If only their loved ones could see how much they miss and care about them." Miyako sighed. A minute later she saw him. He knelt before his grave in shock, with tears trickling down his cheeks. He slowly touched the headstone and read the inscription.

August 18, 1973-October 19, 1991
Sanada, Ryo
Beloved friend
A brave and kind soul
we'll miss you
RIP

Miyako silently stood behind him as he was still coming to terms with being dead. She gently touched his shoulder. Startled, He looked up to see a very beautiful young woman. She wore black pants, black tank top, black cape, black high-heeled boots, and held a silver scythe. From what he could see of her hair it was blond, and she had deep blue eyes. Her eyes were full of pain and sorrow, but she smiled anyway.
"Who are you?"
"Me? I guess you could say, I'm the angel of death."
"So I'm dead."
"In a sense, yes. But don't think of it so negatively. Think of it as being on another plane of existence." She answered, trying to lighten the mood. "And if you're wondering, no one can see us." He nodded in understanding.
"What's your name?" The question surprised her. No one ever asked her, her name. In fact, when people meet her they wouldn't talk or they would be angry and yell at her, along with other types of outbursts. She was prepared for anything, but a question as simple as that.
"You can call me Miyako if you like. I never really use it since I'm only with people for a short time." He nodded.
"I miss them so much."
"I know. It's hard at first, but the pain will eventually lessen."
"How would you know how I feel!"
"I've witnessed and seen it more than a thousand times. I feel what others feel, and I know you miss them, and wish this never happened. You can't stand not being with them, and you know they're in pain and blaming themselves for your death. I promise you they'll be ok. The pain and grief will lessen with time, but it will never go away completely. At least until you can all be together again." Ryo watched and listened closely. She looked like she was feeling everything he was. Her eyes held a sorrow that had been there forever. "I regret having to take you from your friends, but it was simply your time. I can't control who lives or dies. That's not in my power to decide, but I will help you on your way. Believe me, I know all too well what you're going through." Ryo looked down at his hands.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You didn't do anything wrong. This is a hard time for you. Don't feel like you have to hide the pain either." Tears fell faster and faster down his cheeks. He eventually started sobbing. Miyako knelt down beside him and held him to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and continued to cry. "Shhh, it's ok, let it all go." Miyako rocked him slowly and stroked his head.
As she comforted him, she saw a figure walking towards them in the distance.
"You've become a softy, Miyako." The figure spoke.
"Meticia? What are you doing here?"
"Just checking on my favorite little angel of death." She smiled. Meticia was tall and slender, with long black hair, dark purple eyes, pale skin, and black wings. She was a very pretty lady. She wore a long, form fitting, dark blue dress that showed a bit much. Meticia had saved Miyako from a horrible fate and made her an angel of death. Ryo looked up as he heard Miyako talking to someone. Miyako sighed in disgust.
"Couldn't you wear something a little more modest." Meticia smirked.
"Well, I've got to commend you. At least this one is very good looking. Maybe I could have him help you with your job."
"I would never let you put him through something like this."
"You have become soft! Goodness Miya-chan, what's happened to the cold little girl I used to know?"
"She's still here. I've just learned some things from the people I've met. Emotions for one, something you don't seem to understand."
"Oh, I understand them alright, but in your field, you have no use for them. You can't control when someone dies, and you don't know them personally, so why care about them. They're just one more soul to take where they belong."
"Each person I've had to take haunts me. A piece of them and their emotions become a part of me. I know how they feel and they become my feelings."
"All the more reason for you to be heartless. You won't have to worry about their feelings, so you'll never have them."
"What happened to the caring woman who saved me?"
"She is also still here, but hidden until needed." Meticia turned away. She hated the way she would worry so much over Miyako. Deep inside Meticia knew she could never hurt Miyako and she loved her like a daughter.
"You can't hide from me, Meticia." Meticia sighed.
"I know. So what happened to this one?"
"Died when some stupid drunk crashed into him."
"Why do mortals never learn." Meticia said.
"Miyako?" Miyako looked down at the young man in her arms that she had seemingly forgotten.
"He knows your name!"
"Yes. He asked, so I told him. What's wrong with that?"
"You're too trusting, that's what."
"Miyako, who is she?"
"Oh, this meanie." Meticia glared at her. Ryo cringed. "Don't let her frighten you. She's just a big kitten, once you get to know her. I know her because, when I was little, she saved me from something horrible." Miyako shivered and Ryo looked at her with sympathy.
"I guess I'll leave and let you finish your job." Meticia waved and disappeared in a flash of bright light. Miyako sighed.
"Why does she have to be so mean. Oh well, that's just the way she is, I guess." Miyako stood up and brushed off her clothes. Ryo stayed on the ground. She looked at him with worry. <Why do I feel so attached to this one?"> She looked at his handsome features and smiled. "Are you ok, Ryo?" He looked up at her sadly and smiled in spite of the situation.
"As well as to be expected considering the circumstances." He slowly stood up and turned towards his grave. "Will I ever see you again?" Miyako blinked. She definitely hadn't expected that one. <"Boy, he's just full of surprises."> Ryo turned towards her and waited for the answer. Miyako looked down at her hands holding her scythe.
"I...I don't know. I really never thought of that. No one has ever asked me that. I guess if you really wanted to see me, I could visit. I don't know how long, but it's worth a try." She smiled. To Ryo, she looked like a lost little girl. She had been given a job full of pain and sorrow when she was young and was wise beyond her years.
"Do you like your job?"
"My, so many questions for someone like me." She sat on a headstone and took off her hood, letting her long golden hair blow in the breeze. "Well, I guess we could talk for a little while longer, but I've kept you here too long, so we'll have to make this kinda quick." She motioned for him to sit beside her. He obeyed. She looked into his caring tiger blue eyes and answered.
"To answer your question, I hate my job. I hate it because of all the pain and sorrow that I've seen. I see a persons last moments on Earth. If lucky, they are surrounded by their loved ones when they die. There are times like in your case, where I dread the moment when they have to die, cutting their life short when they should have lived a long and happy one. I also hate it when a baby dies. They're only alive for maybe a year or two, some even die at birth, never being able to experience the wonders of life. It's a sad and hard job, but someone has to do it. I just wish I didn't have, too. Unfortunately with the secrets that surround me and the circumstances, I had to become an angel of death." A lone tear fell down her cheek unnoticed by her. Ryo did notice, though, and brushed it away. Miyako smiled. "I think that's the first time I've ever shed a tear since I've been a death angel. Sad, isn't it."
"Why did you have to become one?"
"I knew you'd ask me that. Well. You know Meticia." Ryo nodded. "When I was a little girl, about five years old, she saved me from dying. I guess you could say, I sorta cheated death. I don't know why she did it, but she saved me from dying in the crash that killed my parents. She said something about it not being my time, but that's about it. Unfortunately in saving me, that meant I would have to become what I am now, when I did die. I died when I was ten, and that's when I became an angel of death. I don't know all the details around this type of thing, so I don't know why I had to become one." Another tear ran down her face. "Meticia doesn't like to talk about it, but I know she's keeping something from me. I know there's more to this then what I've been told."
"Are there others like you?"
"Yes. Meticia is one of them. She's the oldest angel of death. There are three others. Hiroshi, Kiya, and Damion. I'm sorta the baby of the group." Miyako looked one more time at the beautiful land around her. "It's time to go." Miyako spread her black wings and took Ryo's hand as they walked over to the light that was shinning down on the Earth. When they stepped inside the light, Ryo grew beautiful white wings. They were slowly lifted upwards. About halfway, Miyako let go of his hand and waved to him.
"Take care, Ryo, and be happy. I promise to watch over your loved ones."
"Miyako! I want to see you again!"
"I don't know if you can, at least not a fallen angel like me." Even though it was a whisper, Ryo heard it as though she screamed it.
"No. No, Miyako. You'll never be a fallen angel. At least not to me." Miyako barely caught what he said, but when she did, she cried for the first time in a long time. She closed her eyes and disappeared into the darkness.

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There's the first chapter, what do ya think? Interesting, ne. ^_^ I hope you enjoyed it. So what will happen next? You'll just have to find out by reading the next chapter. The idea for the story came to mind when I was talking with some friends and it kinda made me think about death and so on. So, I decided to make a story and see what people think. I put this story up on fanfiction.net too, so the copyright date on this one is newer than the one on ff.net. I don't know why anyone needed to know that, but oh well. Until next time, ja ne!

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