Hurricane's Oneshots (REQUESTS OPEN!!)

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He sighed, looking down at the corpse as a winged, holy creature flew away. "So this is it this time?"

"No," the voice came from behind him. "You honestly think that brother of yours is letting you die James?"

"So it's James this time?" James asked, "Not my real name?"

"Last time was different," Death spoke, "I didn't know you yet."

"They should let me die."

"Why?"

James chuckled softly, kneeling by his own body and sighing, looking at the silver blade lodged in his eye. "That's not going away. Jon'll hate himself for it."

"Jon hates himself anyways."

"I'm surprised you haven't found a reason to swing your scythe at him."

"Promised your sister I won't."

"My sister or Fate?"

"Your sister," Death said. "I could care less about her when she's fate. Fate is an unfair mistress who doesn't blink at another's suffering. Can't blame her after what she's seen." James chuckled and nodded. His corpse was in the middle of the woods, but that didn't mean anything to him or his family. His brother would be there in time to resurrect him, especially since Death is bending all the rules.

James looked at the cloaked man, "So, why you breaking the rules this time?"

"You've got work to do," Death said.

"So do you Dee," James scoffed, "It's called being the Grim Reaper. Ring a bell?"

Death analyzed the man in front of him. He had died once. James was eaten by someone, it wasn't entirely uncommon in Hell. People are hungry, bodies are food. James seemed to have a love hate relationship with being dead last time. He constantly wandered around his siblings as a ghost, even though he said he didn't miss being alive. Fate and Life bent some rules, he was granted a second chance in his body. Death didn't know how they managed that, he didn't want to know the mysterious ways of his female 'coworkers'. Death looked at James, "Why do you want to die?"

"Why wouldn't I?" James said, "Went through 20 years of abuse and due to my own cowardliness it caused my 17 siblings to be beaten too."

Death scoffed, "You know the type of man your father is James. He would've had more kids to beat if he didn't have you all."

"And?" James said, "They would've been safe."

"You act like they are all you care about," Death said. He cut off James' comment. He knew what James would say. "You can believe that they are the only ones you care about all you want James. We both know it's a lie. If it was you wouldn't have helped Jon's wife, or Ad's many many lovers."

"Don't call my brother a slut Death."

Death cocked an eyebrow from under his cloak, "You know it's true. But I suppose none of it matters. We both know how they think."

"It's only a matter of time," James said, his confidence faltering as he looked at his body. "They all want you."

"They don't want me," Death said, "They want what I represent. Freedom from life. Freedom from scars. Or so they think."

James scoffed some, he knew scars didn't leave in death. Especially not important ones. Ones from falling off your bike? Gone within a blink. But the scars that James and his family had would be there forever, "We'll never be scar free."

"You aren't meant to be," Death said. He sighed and sat down next to James and James' corpse. "James you aren't meant to die. I'll be honest with you, all your siblings die before you reach 300."

James' world shattered, "I'm 280... How fast?"

"You'll be able to count the corpses as you bury them," Death said. He heard James sob softly. "But that's not your end."

"I have nothing beyond them."

"Their children," Death said, "You'll help them. You'll lose your siblings, sure, but they'll lose their parents. You'll help them mourn, teach them the importance of love and family. Most will listen."

"Most?"

"Some will ignore family. They'll view their bloodline and their hands to be cursed. They'll distance themselves, run away. Change their names, appearances, you won't find them so don't look when it happens. They'll always honor you. One that will run away will name their first born son after you," Death said.

"After that...?" James asked. He wanted to know if raising his nieces and nephews would be his last task in this world.

Death shook his head, "You leave Hell. Go to the human realm. You make a friend, a young boy. Well, young is an odd word to use. He'll be 17 when you meet him. He's human, mostly at least. But not weak. He'll need your help, you have to help him. Be honest with him, don't keep secrets. If he wants to know every last secret about your siblings, let him. If he wants the exact list of every plant Aaron is growing, tell him."

"I'm supposed to trust a fucking human kid!?" James said.

"Not just any kid, he's your platonic James. You'll know. You'll likely date him briefly, it won't work," Death said, "He'll leave you. Not from me though, that man ends up living longer than he should thanks to some fancy tricks from you and some others. His 'brother' will call him home, don't try to make him stay, tell him family is important. Let him go. Don't follow him right away, give him time. He'll need it. You'll know when to go to his home, knock on the door of his family. A girl will answer the door most likely, don't get defensive. She'll be his sister, in one way or another. She'll let you inside. You'll feel like you belong there."

"This doesn't make any fucking sense," James said, "I'm supposed to just trust these people."

"They'll understand you James," Death said. He reached up to the hood of his cloak and grabbed it. James went on edge, him and Death were close, he had never seen Death's face before. Death chuckled at him and gently pulled the hood off. One of his eyes were clouded, but both shined a red. His pale skin was littered with burns, all over the left side of his body. His left eye was the clouded one, but not from burns, but from a gash in it similar to the one in Jame's corpse right now.

"James," Death said, "I'll be there. Likely with a girl with green hair. Life, she'll be there, clearly different but there. Trust your gut. The boy you told your secrets to will come to the door to see who his sister is talking to, don't be alarmed when they don't look the same. He isn't their blood. No one there is another's blood. They might speak differently, some might use more slang, one might stutter, other's won't talk to you."

"They are family but they aren't blood? They are brothers and sisters but look nothing alike? Act nothing alike?"

"They are like you," Death said, "Not the same though. But they also will claw their way out of a hell. Maybe caused by the others, maybe caused by someone you know but haven't seen in years. The Boy you told your secrets to will have told you about those he knew. Some he won't have known, like me, and the green haired girl I'll likely be close to. But you'll know who he did and didn't know."

Footsteps interrupted their conversation before James could question Death further. Death stood up and replaced his hood and offered his right hand for James. James took it, the cold was a shock to the system. He stood up and looked in the direction of the noise. "Jon... and Judy, of course," James mumbled. He looked at his two younger siblings. Jon's hand was pressed to the forehead of James' corpse, his eyes shut.

"Time to go fulfill what I've told you," Death said.

James could see Death slowly fading, "I can't tell them any of this huh..."

"No. Their death's have to be uninfluenced by you, you need to mourn them."

"Give me something, a reason to believe you in all of this."

"Crimson. Ein. Angel. Jude. Ziro. That's all you'll need."

"That won't be the names they tell me."

"Some will be, two won't be. Your guess James."

"Can't ever be easy huh."

"No it can't for you," Death said, beginning to walk away, "Not yet."