Silence echoes throughout the room as I process what he just offered. My heart is leaping for joy and my mind is bursting out of my head, hurting too much to handle. I could go ho..

Wait. Something is not right here.

People are selfish and only want what's best for themselves. As Death can take a human form, of course their would be a hidden motive.

Why is he just offering me chance at freedom?

What are his real intentions?

My previously happy eyes, become calm and cool and my arms that were about to jump up in joy, lay limply at my sides.

"What's the cost?"

The man stares at me for a few moments, before letting out a laugh. He falls to the ground laughing out loud, his shoulders trembling and eyes shut. Confused, I sneak a small glance at Life, only to find her watching him with a small blush scattered over her cheeks.

A small smirk forms on my face as I finally understand why she was yelling at him earlier. It seems that even Life can have a crush on someone; Although it's ironic that it's on Death.

After a few moments, the red eyed man calms down; His laughter reducing to a few chuckles.

"Finally, a human that has some common sense," He says, with a wide grin on his face.

Confused, I open my mouth to ask him what he meant, when Life abruptly spoke, "Death, i'm not quite sure that you should be doing this. The balance of the Cosmos might become unbalanced..."

Death levels her with a look and they both share some sort of mind conversation. One that I am not invited in. After a few moments of silence, I speak up, my voice laced with determination and strength, "Listen, I don't know what's going on, but I do know that I will do whatever it takes, even if there's the slightest chance of me going back to Fairy Tail."

At my words Life sighs, before breaking eye contact with death and muttering a few things under her breath, but all I could make out were the words, stubborn and mother.

Death once again spoke, "My offer is that you will go to the world that you came from..."

My eyebrows scrunch up in confusion and I open my mouth to speak, but am cut off by the black haired man continuing onwards, "At that world, you will have two years to find out your past. If you succeed, I will gift you with a device that will let you travel back to your own land."

"And if I fail?" I ask, skeptically.

The black haired man just smirks, before saying, "Then, you'll owe me an wish."

"What type of wish?" I ask, suspiciously.

This time, it was Life that spoke up, "The wish better not be anything bad Death."

Her voice was weary and tired. It caused Death to look at her, concern in his eyes, but he then smiled, the emotion gone quickly. Life looked at me softly. I was slightly taken aback when there was some worry and understanding in them.

Is she, worried for me?

"Don't you worry Life - chan, it's not really something bad."

The tone of Deaths' voice made me slightly nervous, but nothing could ever hinder me from my choice.

"I agree to your terms."

He nods softly, before reaching out to shake my hand. His hand is rough and strong, while his handshake is firm.

If Kia, knew I was here, she would be bending over in laughter. But then again, she was taken away forever, by the same person who is shaking my hand.

The man smirks, his eyes lighting up, like a child at the candy store.

"Well, well, well, my dear Tana - chan, you have made a deal with the devil. How do you feel about it?"

"Like shit. Can I start now?" I ask bluntly, which causes Death to stare at me, as if I was a different species.

A tick mark appears on his face, as he opens his mouth to yell at me. We are interrupted however, when Life starts laughing uncontrollably. We both stare as she turns red from laughing so much.

"What so funny?" We both ask at the same time, causing us to look at each other, strangely.

She stops laughing, before wiping her eyes and saying, "It shocks me at how similar you both are."

I look at the 'man' in front of me, before instantly denying the claim. I am like death, please; but I can see where she is coming from, after all, I was the cause of someone else's' death.

Death protests, before shaking his head vigorously; That however, doesn't stop Life from teasing him, unmercilessly. Growing uncomfortable, I quickly open my mouth to interject,

"Can we please move on now?"

Realizing that I was still there, they both slightly blushed and apologized. Well, Life did; Death just smirked and put his hands above his head.

Cheeky bastard.

Life quickly cleared her throat, before continuing onwards,

"Now, some basic information on your dimension. The world is run by a single government, one that has multiple people in it. They are trained in knives, guns and judo, and are the best at what they do."

So like the Magic Council and the Wizard Saints. I think to myself.

Huh, seems like everyone craves the some one thing, even in different dimensions.

Power.

Life, continues onwards, "There is no Magic in this world, by their are elite people, often known as Assassins."

Ignoring my sharp intake of breath, she keeps speaking, "The Assassins are people who get jobs/requests to kill people. Using their skills they do it successfully and completely."

How. How, cruel.

Killing.

"Anyone under the age of 21 has to go to school, where they will learn studies."

My mind; which has still not recovered from the previous shock, is barely listening to her.

"You then, are ranked in school of how well you scored. Depending on that, you can get accepted into different colleges."

Blinking out of my daze, I open my mouth and ask, my question coming out softer than I wanted; "So, their really is no magic in this world."

She nods, as Death turns to look at me, his expression oddly soft.

"What do you, what do you think of it?"

This time, it wasn't Life that spoke, it was Death.

I shook my head, before saying,

"Killing."

It seemed as if that was the only word I was capable of saying. "Yes, assassin's do kill."

"Cruel... " I muttered, but if either of them heard anything, they didn't say anything.

Shaking my head, I give a small smile to them before asking,

"Great, when do I start?"

Death smirks, his concern long gone.

"How about now?"

A small blue circle appears underneath my feet and my mind suddenly becomes hazy. My legs sway and my arms seem to be locked to my waist.

The last thing I hear before I blackout, is the rough voice of Death.

"Have a nice trip!"

...

My eyes opening, I blinked my eyes and adjust to the light in front of me.

Where am I?

I finally notice the familiarity of the room and I understand, i'm in Fairy Tails' infirmary. Confused, I pause for a few moments, trying to understand why I was brought here. I look around for a few moments, when my eyes freeze on a single person on the bed.

It was me.

Well, it was more like my body.

Laying out in the bed in front of me, was myself. Midnight black hair sprawled over the pillows, while my opal blue eyes were closed shut. I winced slightly seeing the state that my clothes were in and they nothing to hide the huge gashes that traveled all around my body.

It's so odd, to see your own body laying in front of you.

Cautiously walking over, I stretch out my arms and touch the skin of my face. My hand passes through it and I find myself slightly disappointed. It seems that my spirit can see, but not been seen. The door bursts open and a grumpy Porlyusica comes rushing in, her face the tiniest bit scrunched up.

Is she, concerned?

Her lips start grumbling and I faintly make out what she is saying,

"Stupid brat, getting hurt this bad. Lucky that Wendy brought you here earlier."

My eyebrows narrow slightly and my face wrinkles slightly. What does she mean?

I open my mouth to ask her what she meant, when I remember that even if I ask, she won't be able to answer me. I decide to stay quiet and see where the conversation will flow.

Porlyusica, walks around, before grabbing a strange purple potion and quickly shoving it down my throat. Soon after, she shoves another few weird potion down my throat. I can actually feel the watery feeling sliding down my throat; it isn't a very nice feeling.

Maybe she should be focusing on clearing my wounds?

Just an idea, but then again, what do I know about medical care?

After a few moments of blankly staring at myself, a question pops into my mind.

Where the hell is my Kaa - san?

It seems like a only moment passed after I asked that question, when the door slammed open.

With bandages and scanty clothing covering her skin, my mother burst in, her eyes wide in fear. I stare at her, shocked at how deep her bruises went. By instinct I walk towards her and try to grab her hand. Disappointment runs through me when I realize that I can't touch her. Her eyes seemed trained upon my figure and she still doesn't move, even when Porlyusica barks at her to sit down.

"Honestly, like mother like daughter. Sit down, the wounds on your feet won't heal if you stay standing up."

Grabbing her fiercely by the arm, the older woman leads her towards the seat next to me, before go over and making her drink a potion.

My mother doesn't react to it and simply stares at my face. Slowly, she reaches out a shaky hand and brushes my black hair back from my closed lids. She seems transfixed as grabs my hand, in her own slightly warm one. I am surprised to actually feel the warmth, on my spirit - like - hand.

Her mouth opens, and she speaks; her voice breathy and soft,

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

The words come out of my mouth before I could stop them and when she doesn't answer, I am shocked with the truth again. My fists clench and I take deep breaths, trying to calm my angry mind down.

Damn you Death, making me a spirit.

Honestly, a fucking spirit.

Porlyusica tsks' at her, before shoving another pink potion down my unmoving throat.

"You should be sleeping brat, my potions and stitches won't work as fast if you don't."

She doesn't answer or even appear that she heard Porlyusica, instead she cups my own lifeless hand with both of her own.

"How, how bad are the wounds?"

Her voice is breathy and meek, everything that kaa - san herself usually isn't.

Porlyusica pauses, before speaking, her voice slightly more kinder than normal, (very, very, slightly).

"A few of her main blood arteries are damaged, two of her ribs are broken, her right leg is broken, along with her arm."

Mother turns even more pale at hearing the news and stays quiet. My heart beats out for her and I long to reach out and comfort her.

"Why does she, why does she look so...horrid?"

I snort slightly, gee thanks mom. That really made my day, or night.

Do spirits even have days or nights?

The pink haired woman pauses before snorting,

"Honestly, what type of question is that? She has been in war woman, war. Oh course she will look horrid. Saying that, you don't look better yourself."

The woman then grumbled something about insolent humans and then stormed away to get another potion. My mother didn't move through all of this and stayed limply by my side.

"Oh Katana, i'm so sorry." She whispers again, before sucking in a sharp breath.

Slowly, she shifts her upper body, wincing a bit, before placing a small kiss on the top of my head, right next to a small gash. As she pulls away, I feel a burning sensation on the top of my spiritual body and I raise a hand to touch it.

A small tear rolls down my face and I smile softly.

Oh mother, how much I will miss you, because the truth will remain true always... I need you.

I need you so badly.

I take in a shaky breath, before sighing.

An hours passes and mother stays alone by my bed, with Porlyusica once in awhile coming to shove another medicine down my throat and my mothers.

The door slowly opens once more, turning my head, I see the one person my mother needs the most right now.

Jellal Fernandes.

He's standing at the door. His feet still and his eyes staring at my face, taking in the state that it is in. They then flit over to my mother, concern written all over them.

I want to scream out so badly. If I could I would say,

"Move you idiot!"

But he doesn't, it's almost like he is hesitant to.

Him and his bloody sins.

" Erza.."

...

That was all I heard, before my conscious faded away.