ATTENTION: This is a sequel. Reading this without reading the first one will be confusing at least, downright difficult at most. Here's the link to the story before: s/10817689/1/Number-51

Note: Welcome, old/new readers. Unlike Sekirei, I am - unfortunately - much less well-versed in Type Moon. I will ofc be taking some liberties and what not, but if you think I've done goofed, please PM me. Or leave a review, that works too. Actually, just review regardless if I done goofed or not, reviews are nice to have.

Note: I'll try to keep the world and characters true. If someone is OOC - PM ME - I appologize. True, they should/would grow through the story but if I just introduced someone and they act nothing like they should, it's probably my error.

Warning: Read comments/reviews at your own peril as always for - I am sure - spoilers abound.

Apology: Still no Beta so mistakes will slip in.

I sat on the edge of crumbling concrete, one foot hugged to my chest while another swayed slowly in the abyss below. All around me the buildings of Shinto Teito stood, wrecked and shattered, most nothing more than blackened skeletons of what I remember them being. Even the MBI Tower I sat upon was in considerable disrepair holding but clearly only just. I absentmindedly looked at the myriads of soul orbs whose pale blue light from their flames was the only source of illumination in this world.

I blinked and stared at the snowflake that landed on my nose, stirring up painful memories. Archive sacrificed himself to awake me once more… This light snowfall that became a permanent fixture in my Inner World was the only thing left of the one who was there with me from the very beginning and the one who stayed with me to the end and beyond. He even managed to somehow keep my Tama together long enough for it to solidify back into a physical state. Truly, a miracle.

Yet…Yet here I sat, simply watching the endless vortex of souls amidst the gently falling snow. I couldn't bring myself to come outside for there was nothing there. The first few days after awakening I tried to push all of my thoughts into one goal: Living. Living, for Archive, living to make his sacrifice mean something. I've spent days, maybe weeks…or what I think was days and weeks, time is strange here. I cannot actually tell a second apart from a year, there is literally Nothing, no relation in the void I could use. For all I know, Time doesn't actually exist here. Just the endless river of souls who come and use me as a Gate to the afterlife.

Archive had too much faith in me. I could not find a way out of this prison that Archive called the Space Between Worlds. I was stuck here, simply watching the snowflakes dance with the blue soul orbs in my Inner World. Outside new souls came and went, leaving their energy behind with me. It was…amusing, really. The amount of power I had accumulated was insane; I've never felt anything like it. Even now, more and more kept pouring in. Even when my Tama shattered, literally releasing an Ocean of energy within it, it was nothing compared to this. If that was an ocean, then this in comparison was a gas giant full of liquid.

I was practically a Goddess and, knowing what I did, I guess I am the Goddess of Death for this world? No… I don't think so. After all, I am just a ferrywoman who takes payment before sending the soul on its final journey. It makes me wonder though, why do all of these souls come to me? In an ever increasing number too. If at first it was 1 by 1, now it's practically a never-ending river. If anything, the last time I looked, I was reminded of a black hole sucking in myriads of light blue orbs that came in from all directions. Well, if one was to replace the black hole with an incredibly bright blue star that is – a side effect of constantly absorbing soul's energy to open a gate to the other side. Hah, after so much practise I bet I could flicker like Miya, opening and closing my Gates in an instant with practically no thought.

Still, does this world not have its own system of returning souls to the other side? Why do they flock to me? Questions for which I pursue answers… Philosophy, one of the very, very few things I had left in this endless void. I couldn't communicate with the souls, I've tried so many, many times. I couldn't move anywhere, stuck in one spot. I couldn't…I couldn't really do anything. I just sat there, watching the snow fall and thought on philosophical questions. Ha… A goddess sitting in black melancholy, just watching endless snow…how amusing. When was the last I even bothered to look outside? I…I really couldn't tell anymore…

Hmm? What's this? I looked up, into the endless black hole that was one of the very few things left unchanged in my Inner World. I could feel…something, approaching me. It was…well, I guess like seeing another star approach? This soul had a vast amount of energy compared to everything I've seen so far. Yet, it was dwarfed compared to me and the gigantic vortex of souls I accumulated. It was almost as if a large red moon approached a blue planet. Still, it was new and interesting, so I waited, my attention focusing on the approaching star. The lesser souls, tiny specks of dust in comparison, parted way for it in a hurry, but closed ranks almost instantly afterwards, still intent on reaching me. Closer and closer it came until it was practically upon me.

I felt growing disappointment when it simply stopped and nothing happened. I almost gave up watching it when finally a small strand erupted from the guest and slowly reached out to touch me. It was a…odd experience to say the least. I really had no analogue for this feeling. I wouldn't say it was bad nor good…simply, neutral. I watched with interest as the strand grew into a thick rope, wondering just what will happen.

Suddenly, I realized that I wasn't alone here anymore. Someone else was here with me now, somewhere far below on the shattered streets. Did this soul somehow manage to get into my Inner World? How fascinating! I could barely wait to meet it! I almost even got up to head out towards it but then I realized that it began moving towards me…slowly. For a while I fought with myself, should I meet it or wait for it? On one hand, it was the first contact in gods knew how long! On the other…it was far smaller than me after all, shouldn't I simply wait? It came to me after all and I got literally all the time in the world now…now that I am dead.

In the end, I simply stayed sitting, looking at the calming snowfall, feeling the intruder come closer and closer as they climbed the stairs up the skyscraper tower. As they approached, I studied them, interested in finding out what it was, why was it different from all the other souls. I was different because an uncountable number of other souls game pieces of themselves as payment for the passage, making me 'swell up' in a sense. After all, at one point in time I was only slightly bigger than them in size. This one seemed not only much bigger than an average soul but also…thicker? Denser? Yes, that much be it. Denser. But even in this field I was abnormal. Whereas normal souls were like balls of wispy gas, quickly scurrying around and where the intruder was like a heavy liquid, moving slowly but incredibly dense… My Tama, the core of this mess that is me now, is a solid crystal. The fact that Miya managed to shatter it is a testament to her God-like power rather than a Tama's weakness.

That being said, I actually don't know how the intruder sees me as. Or if my guesses are correct, for all I know being solid like is horrible. Uhm, beyond not being able to move that is.

I was almost startled when someone cleared their throat behind me, so deep did I go into analysis and what not. I turned my head to find a…human male? No, seriously. I died, Archive brought me across dozens of worlds and I've spent gods know how long sitting here only for the first one to come talk to me be a human? What the actual hell? Is this an alternate version of Earth or something or did humans somehow evolve and reach here where ever here was? No… He doesn't look like he's from the future; if anything, those clothes look quite ancient in design and style. Well, let's test something shall we, I decided as I began to survey him.

So… roughly prime, maybe late 20s, early 30s? A small, accurate beard on his chin and a neatly trimmed moustache. Surprisingly vivid red eyes, with short hair only a tone or 2 darker. Very pale skin…and that's about it. The rest was covered by what looked like a black suit… Well, it roughly looked like a black suit; much like a sedan looks roughly like a bus. The white gloves give him a look vaguely resembling a Renaissance gentleman though…well, not quite. Eh, whatever. He can look however he wants, I doubt it matters much.

"Hello, fair Lady." His voice was surprisingly…normal. With the rest of his appearance I could probably call him a man of European origins. The fact that he spoke to me in English made sigh however. I mean, seriously? We are gods know where and the first person I talk to speaks English? True it had a weird accent to it and what not but hey, my English was far from ideal too. Kind of wish he spoke Japanese or Russian though, my English is a bit sketchy…

"Who are you?" I asked calmly, not even bothering to get up, the surprise too great. Thankfully, the man seemed to not care much more beyond a raised eyebrow. Or maybe it's my heavily accented English which, thanks to Archive, was more Russian influenced then Japanese.

"I am but a traveler who has lost the way home and is trying to get back." The man seemed…well, I didn't really expect a straight answer anyway.

"Hah, join the club." I laughed mirthlessly and then explained to solve his puzzlement. "I also lost the path home. And I can't even try looking for it, I am stuck here."

"Stuck?" The man looked interested. "Yet you have so much power… for a moment I mistook you as an entrance to Akasha with all of the souls around you."

"What do you do with them anyway?" He asked carefully, his posture seemingly neutral. Not that it mattered, I may be immobile but he is already here. One of the few things I could do was play around with my newly gained power. I lost interest after realizing that it won't help me get back home but if I wanted to the struggle would be…brief.

"They come to me and I send them to the other side after payment." I decided to answer vaguely. No reason in telling crucial information to some stranger after all. Everything I've said so far anyone with half a brain and some eyes could see. If he managed to puzzle out my abilities from this little then I'll tip my non-existent hat to him but telling him directly… I don't know him well enough to do so. Not to mention, he looks sketchy as hell.

"What is this…other side?" I frowned as I considered what to answer. This 'Traveler' looked in equal ways awed, wary and disbelieving for some reason.

"To the place where all dead souls go, sooner or later." I finally answered. Truthfully, I myself didn't really know exactly what was on the other side of the Gates I opened. Back in my world the Gates merely led to the Spirit Realm. Here though…in the Gap Between Worlds? I don't know, I can only guess.

"The Gate to Akasha…" The man looked awed as if he suddenly saw a wonder beyond imagination before himself.

"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow at his actions, gathering up my power to crush the man who looked like he was about to dive me. Thankfully, the mere threat of complete annihilation quickly sobered him up and the 'Traveler' placed his hands up in a stopping gesture.

"Wait a moment, I merely lost my composure!" He hurriedly spoke. "It's just that entire epochs searched for you and for me to find the Gate to Akasha here, in the middle of nowhere was incredibly…incredible."

"Entire epochs?' I said, slowly releasing the power I gathered, confused. "I've been here...that long?"

"Huh? Haven't you been here since the beginning of time?" The man's expression grew puzzled. "I mean, since you're the Gate to Akasha, the Root which is the beginning and the end and everything in between, I'd think you'd be here since before beginning too."

"Uh…are you confusing me with someone?" I was genuinely confused and lost now, what the hell was this guy talking about? "I am Sekirei Number 51, Rei, the Reaper, Lieutenant of the Disciplinary Squad. What is this Akasha you speak of?"

"Number 51? Disciplinary Squad? Sekirei?" The man scratched his bearded chin in puzzlement, staring at me. "I've never heard of such things… the Reaper yes, but…hmm…"

"Although, maybe they are simple different names…" He mused further. "The Reaper, that one should easy, its Death. Makes sense with her job. The Disciplinary Squad…hmm…Sekirei, number 51, interesting…"

I simply watched, interested in what kind of a conclusion he'll reach as the man paced around, thinking aloud. It looks like this sketchy guy really doesn't like answering questions. About himself, about this Akasha thing. The Beginning and the End and Everything Between. I don't know anything that could be that, the Spirit Realm is…is simply the Spirit Realm. Even this Gap Between the Worlds can't be it because apparently my Gates lead to it. Just what the hell is this guy talking about…

"Number 51…" The man suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at me. "Type Sekirei, Number 51. Disciplinary Squad… Squad of beings called in by Gaia to Discipline Humankind! Lieutenant though… if the Reaper, a direct Gate to Akasha is the Lieutenant, just who is the commander?"

Great, now he's throwing more terms at me. What the hell is a Type? And Gaia? I am beginning to find my patience wearing thin…

"Yes, this makes sense." I watched, keeping my features stone still, hoping that his musings will actually explain something and not make more questions. "Gaia's call went wrong in this world and that's why I and Type Mercury arrived too early while you, Type Sekirei somehow failed to materialize at all, stuck here, on the very edge of immaterium."

"It's strange though…" He sighed, as he restarted pacing again. "Why 51? Why Reaper? Gaia's call was intended for other planets of this system."

"Look," I decided to intervene, having lost thread of this conversation entirely. "I came from another world, through the Endless Void. Chances are-"

"That you are from another realm or dimension entirely." He cut in, looking like he had an epiphany. "Gaia's call didn't go beyond the system after all! If one thinks about it, concepts are part of the system too. Hence why Death was called. But then why 51? Where are the others? I doubt more will come after you, Death is final after all."

I sighed, unsure what to do. Honestly, I think this 'Traveler' is a quite a bit nuts. Would make sense, he's been here gods know how long and I really wonder if he had a chance to talk to someone aside from me after his death. Should I humour his delusional fantasies or try to set him straight?

I thought on it for a moment before turning away from the man so he doesn't see my cruel, self-deprecating smile. Who was I kidding? I needed some company, insane or not. Because, if I was stuck here forever, I might as well be stuck here and not be alone rather than face infinity alone. I shuddered at the thought. So…let him delude himself. It is proving to be more amusing then staring blankly at my Inner World after all even if I didn't understand practically everything he said. It's not like he's trying to hurt me or anything with his delusions.

"To think that Gaia would call so many to deal with but a single threat…" My attention drew once more to the pacing man. If he keeps this up, he might eventually wear a circle through the concrete, I thought as I turned sideways to see him and the entertainment he provided better.

"Is Humanity really that powerful?" He muttered quietly, only my absolute dominance of the world around us letting me hear him. "Out of the millions I've seen, few showed anything at all and only 1 was able to stop me. One out of millions…is that something worth sending 51 most powerful beings and concepts in existence after?"

"I have no idea who this Gaia of yours is," My voice startled the man as he turned to me. "But who ever they are, they do have the right idea."

"Humanity's greatest strength has always been adaptability." I turned my gaze back onto the never-ending snowfall, Archive's knowledge and memories at the front of my mind. "The ability to survive and thrive Anywhere. The ability to overcome anything and everything, no matter the challenge. Given time, they would ascend and transcend even beyond Gods."

"And that's why so many answered the call…" The man muttered. "Thousands of years ago, it was but a single man out of millions. Now though? What a scary thought…"

"Humankind is like an unstoppable force." I felt a twisted smile grace my lips once more, making the man standing beside me frown. "A force without a vector, with simply the vaguest idea of what it wants. Your Gaia needn't have called. Without a purpose, Humanity will destroy itself just fine."

"My…Captain, wanted to be the Vector of that Force." I decided against letting him know the name of my…my love. Even now, my heart ached at the mere memory of my family I was ripped away from. I glanced up to see that I had the man's utmost attention before continuing.

"I was one of the first to see their potential, to argue that their destruction, as my Captain wanted, was a waste. In time, I swayed the rest of the Disciplinary Squad to my side – we would control the Humans, guide them in a proper direction, be the Vector of their Force." I hesitated for a moment, unsure just what I should say and what I should withhold for now. "But I was…ripped away from their side at the very edge of our victory. I was unable to stand by their side at the time of their triumph."

"And here I wound up," I gestured vaguely to the void above. "Stuck, unable to go back to them or go forward to your world."

"I… I think I understand." The man sighed and sat down beside me. "You're not one of the Aristoteles called by Gaia. At least, not this world's Gaia."

"I raised an eyebrow, willing him to continue, to finally explain this gibberish he has been sprouting.

"Your Disciplinary Squad was called in to discipline Humankind and at the time your Captain decided that destruction would be the best way." He said slowly, his hand stroking his bearded chin. "But then you saw something… something that made you think that another path existed. Another way to discipline the Humans."

"Hmm….close enough." I shrugged. Sure, I wanted to save Humankind from the very beginning but the rest… the rest of his hypothesis was quite accurate, surprisingly enough.

"You know…" He laughed softly. "You and I are quite similar."

"Oh?" I even began to hope that he'll finally say something about himself. So far, although he was the one with the most talking, it was I who shared the most information about myself.

"Yes," He nodded. "We, the Aristoteles, were called in by Gaia – the Spirit of the World – to discipline mankind too. Although her plea was more of a call for destruction, but then again, it could've just been my perception of the whole thing that warped the original message."

He fell silent for a few minutes and I waited patiently. After all, what were a few minutes to an eternity? He is finally starting to explain things! And apparently, this world is alive with a spirit of its own. Now that's a scary thought… Although… Hmm, maybe not really. Apparently, it cannot directly kill you if you piss it off. Hell, I could see why the planet would want to kill all humans but the fact that it can't do it itself is… Perhaps there's hope yet.

"I and another Aristotele arrived too early." The 'Traveler' broke me out my musings as he spoke once more. "Although Mercury decided to sleep until the appointed time, I instead decided to travel the world and witness these humans for myself."

"At first I was…disappointed." He frowned. "They were weak, cruel, pathetic creatures whose only gaol seemed to cause as much damage as they could to everything around them, each other included. In my travels, I've only met a handful…a mere handful of the hundreds of thousands I've seen who serve only as the exception to underline the general statement. I've saw nothing that could make me even doubt that Gaia's call was unwarranted."

"Tell me, Rei." He asked, curiousity clear in his voice. "Just what did you see that made you believe that humanity deserves anything more then complete and utter annihilation? Just like you, I died before seeing our victory with the rest of the Aristoteles. Unlike you though, I've never seen anything…worthy come from Humans. Nothing to make me thing that devastation wasn't the only option."

"Tell me, Traveler," I stated slowly, my eyes on the endless horizon. "Have you ever see children? Human babies, just born?"

"I've seen human infants, yes." His voice carried wary surprise.

"Then tell me," I turned my eyes to him. "Are they born being able to sprint? Are they born as great philosophers, thinkers, creators? Can a baby assemble a nuclear bomb, even if it had all parts and tools, mere hours after birth?"

"No-"

"Tell me, traveler," I bulldozed straight through his reply. "Who teaches the babies what is right, what is wrong? Who is their source? Who is the source of their source?"

"I see." The man fell silent, this time for what felt like hours, his facial expression constantly changing and his hands twitching at times. I merely waited, staring at the frosted landscape with souls intermingling with the slowly descending snowflakes. My arguments… I've had a lot of time to think on them, being stuck here. I've had more than enough time to think over my life, cheer at my victories and pull apart my defeats. Celebrate the happy times and brood over my mistakes. I mean, not really much else to do here, stuck in the middle of nowhere as I was.

"You have definitely given me something to think about." The man finally stated, his voice even. "Tell me though… You are stuck here, a mere footstep away from my world. You have already failed once, what would you do once you arrive?"

"First of, I didn't fail – my fall ensured the victory of the Disciplinary Squad. Of course, we would've won eventually but," I took a deep breath. "Anyway, I'd find a way to go back. Back to stand by my…captain's side. By my team's side."

"Is that all?" The man asked in surprise, shifting to turn towards me completely. "You would just leave?"

"This isn't my world." I stated plainly. "I don't care for it."

Silence stretched once more and I found my thoughts drifting to my family once more. Painful it may be to think of their loss, but they were far too important to me to even consider forgetting. My poor, poor sister Beni – barely lucid from shock of losing both of her legs last time I saw her. Haihane, the perverted troll of the group who never failed to either get an amused giggle or a blush from her targets – stumbling about, holding her hacked off arm with her other. Uzume, as talented at weaving silk as she was with trolling with Haihane – perhaps never being able to speak again after Miya nearly sliced her head clean off. Kara… my Love, she was the only one unharmed at the end… But then again, it's not the physical wounds that hurt the most is it. She was the only one even remotely in Number 1's league.

Miya may have suffered greatly for underestimating Beni and myself but… those were, in the end, mistakes of the lavender haired Goddess. She suffered for her own arrogance and presumption – not because we were even close to her. Had she played it safe, we wouldn't have been able to even scratch her. Miya… Number 1 was strange. Devising the entire plan to die… but then she said that so long as the Tama is intact, the Sekirei lives. Tch, I'll leave that headache for later, I have a feeling that trying to analyse or guess Number 1's motives would be a…migraine or a dozen.

I felt a self-satisfied smirk spread across my lips as I thought the amount of headache my Norito must've caused to Miya. Honestly, it was the ultimate 'fuck you, I win anyway' thing I could've possibly done. I didn't lie when I said that even in death, I ensured that we won in the end. It was unfortunate that I had to do it to my Chiho but…she never really did answer if she wanted to be by our side forever. And as fate had it… we were all out of time for debates and second thoughts. I really could only hope that Chiho would find it in herself to forgive me…eventually. Even if it took an eternity or more, it would be fine – after all, time was something she now-

"I think I can get you out of here."

"What?" I think that had this been the real world, my neck would've broken from the whiplash. The man looked strangely focused, an intense look on his face as his red eyes bore into mine. His voice was firm and full of conviction that instantly made me realize that he was certain of his words. He truly believed he could deliver on them.

"Up to this point…you've had my interest." I spoke slowly, my expression hard as I stared back. "But now, you have my attention."

He glanced upwards and then back at me, his face blank. At this, I slowly relaxed the hold I now had on him…slightly. We both knew now that he had no way out but to continue – I wouldn't let him escape.

"You see," He rubbed his chin as he began to pace once more, his eyes never leaving mine. "Before I was slain I took several… measures, lets say, to allow me to come back once more."

"I left behind…." Here he grimaced, disappointment and disgust on his face. "Descendants of sorts. While they were pathetic failures, I still had some hope that perhaps, in time, at least some of them would break free of their failures and evolve enough for me to possess them and resurrect myself that way."

"As you can see," He chuckled mirthlessly. "I've seen nothing but millennia off disappointment from them."

"Some came close." He continued after a minute of silence he took to compose himself. "Others still managed to wake bits and pieces of myself within them – never enough for me to act through them but enough for me to use their senses and in some rare cases even communicate primitively during their sleep."

"Though them I tried to find other ways to resurrect myself." He mused. "Magic is such a powerful and versatile tool that I thought that it might be the key. The key to my freedom."

"Yet you're still here." I remarked plainly, content on letting him talk, interested to see how this long speech ends up with me living again.

"There are ways, but always limited." He frowned. "Some I enacted but they'll take hundreds of years more to come to fruition – if ever. Others still cannot be used on someone like me, but-"

"But you think they can used on me?" I raised an eyebrow, inwardly tense as I started to feel the gray blanket of melancholy slowly begin to stir. There was a way out after all it seemed! At this point, I didn't care if it was science or some hooky pocky witchcraft bullshit or even a gods be damned deal with the Devil himself. Hell at this point I'd even - …never mind, I don't think I am desperate enough for something like Lovecraft yet.

"There is a ritual, created by the same man who managed to defeat me." I watched carefully as the man smirked in irony. "He and some other fools created something they call the 'Holy Grail'. An object of power that would even humble me – provided they ever got it to actually materialize that is."

"This 'Grail'," He continued, the smirk still on his lips. "Call forth 7 Spirits whose deeds caused them to transcend after death into Legend. The grail consumed 6 Spirits after they die and, with incredible amount of prana, gives the last Spirit standing a Wish."

"Considering you don't qualify," I reasoned seeing as he wasn't able to use it. "What makes you think I will work? Your world doesn't even know I exist."

"And that's where you're wrong." His smile widened, threatening to split his head into 2. "The reason I don't qualify is due to several restrictions placed by my Enemy onto the 'Grail' preventing things like Gods or Types to be summoned. It also wasn't able to summon several other things but…well, let's just say that I found a way around it."

"With special preparation, I believe you can be summoned." He glanced upwards. "You're certainly powerful enough to be."

"…I thought you said only Legends could be summoned." After a minute of thought I decided to point out the obvious hole in his reasoning. "I am no such thing."

And this is where you're not quite right." He paused for a moment, relishing in my dumbfounded surprise. "There's a reason why I was so…excited to find you once I realized what you were."

"You may believe that you're not the Gate to Akasha." He took a step closer and leaned forth. "But in this case what's important is what Others Believe. For thousands of years they believed that there's a way to get to Akasha – that there's a Gate or something alike to that. You personally might not have a Legend…but there is one you can use."

"Not to mention there's a backup plan," He leaned back, giving me space to think. "You're powerful enough to be summoned even without a Legend. After all, the Legend is used to be the power source for the ritual."

I nodded at that. Thanks to the power given to me by the myriads of souls, I could see how this would work. This….this could work! Although, I do wonder…

"What makes you think I won't just use the wish for myself?" I inquired after some more thought. "Why do you think I'll use it to resurrect you?"

"The reason is simple." The man smiled widely, this time showing quite a few wicked sharp teeth. "Only I can use the Grail properly. That way around I mentioned? It corrupted the Grail, ensuring that trying to use it for any other reason than my revival would be…catastrophic."

"I see." I replied flatly, thinking on this. Of course nothing can be quite so simple. Ha, what was I thinking about just minutes ago? Deal with the Devil? This guy wasn't the Devil but, for all intents and purposes, to the people of the world nearby he was the closest thing. Still, it doesn't matter to me. Honestly, I really had no other option then to take him on his offer and hope he comes through. What else would I do, stay here until the end of all time? Just the thought alone made me shudder. The fact that this chance was given to me at all was nothing less than a miracle.

I smiled sadly. Once more, I'd fight for the fate of the world and humanity. Once more I am locked into a dubious tournament of sorts with the prize being a wish giving object. Except…this time, it looks like I'll be fighting to End this world rather than save it. How ironic.

On the positive side, there's a lot less contestants, I thought as I slowly got up and shook off the thin layer of snow. And I don't give a shit about them or about anyone else on this world which will be damn nice. For once, I won't have to constantly hold back, playing nice. The only possible worry I will have is that they guy staring up at me will betray me. But then again I mused, at least I'll be alive once more.

"What is your name?" I asked after getting up. "And how do I contact you once I am alive?"

"You can call me Brunestud." The man's red eyes gleamed as a happy and slightly unhinged grin spread across his features. "As for the details, we will figure something out."