Can a person die in a world they don’t really have any claim to? Cause if I can’t really die here then this agent of Death isn’t really much of a threat. But if I can and his mission is what I assume it is… well, that’s about the worst and most devastating thing I’ve heard in the last five minutes. But instead of thinking this through I should probably listen to what he’s saying.
“So, you see, that is all you have to do.”
Drat, I missed the point. Not that I actually enjoy hitting sharp, pointy things. That hurts. Missing them is generally a good thing. But this is a point of a mifferent datter. Different matter. I need some sleep. “What’s all I have to do?”
“Finish your job.” he said, simply.
“Which job was this?”
I couldn’t see his facial expressions but it doesn’t take much to notice when a person is getting annoyed. “I will explain this once more but only once more. Death has a weakness in gambling. He made a bet with Fate, Destiny and Chance that you shall succeed in stopping Mr. Bad Man here in Animeland.”
“Chance? What did I ever do to him??”
He said nothing.
For some odd reason his nothingness jogged my memory. “Oh…” I was slightly abashed for a moment. “But that doesn’t really qualify as standing a person up. I didn’t so much lead him on in the technical form of the term.” I explained. And, heck, even if I did lead him on all kinds of technically what did it matter? The mere fact that the guy had ever even spoken to me should have been enough for him to lead a happy life.
He shrugged. “He will never take a chance on you again.”
I giggled. That was a horrid joke. “So why does Death care if I win?”
“Because there is a lot at stake. And if you go back to your group and finish the job, there is a nice incentive in it for you.”
“Nice incentive as in lots of incentive? In large, unmarked bills? Equally divided in each of my bank accounts kind of incentive?”
“Money means little to him. It shall be as you say.”
Finally something is going my way! This is wonderful! I could jump with joy if I weren’t so tired… and if I had sugar in my system… or maybe just caffeine. Or if I was on a trampoline, then it’d be jump or fall off. But anyway… I shook his hand. Well, first I fumbled to find his hand beneath the excessive material of his sleeve, then I shook it. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.”
“I would say the same, but I am not supposed to display emotion.”
I nodded. “Right, right.”
He began to walk away. Apparently the swooping doesn’t work so well in reverse. Still, watching him walk away was kind of anticlimactic.
“Hey, Sebastian?”
He turned.
“Will I ever meet you again?” I’m sure if an agent of Death came calling for you, you’d be a bit worried about seeing him anytime soon too… and yet, there was a strange part of me that hoped he’d say yes.
“Certain paths may lead to it.”
Now what’s that supposed to mean? I watched as he disappeared into the night. I was happy, suddenly bouncy, and full of energy. Light-hearted, even! though I’ll admit to being slightly suspicious. This new mixture proves quite interesting. Light-hearted suspicion. It’s like when you try a strange, unappealing sounding new ice cream flavor and find you like it. I didn’t ponder my mood for too long though. As soon as I find Camry and Alero and all the rest and we win, life will be wonderfully grand once more. Ohhhh! Abundant ecstaticness!!