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No. Better. New Playtoy. 

"Oi. What's so fascinating outside the window, soldier?" Byakuran rested his chin on top of the boy's head. Because he could. Because who could stop him? Trick question, no one. That's who. 

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Not really being around for a couple of days could be bothersome.

                   ( So what did I miss? )

"I took over the world. Next question."

      ”Lies and slander. You did no such thing.”

Not really being around for a couple of days could be bothersome.

It started happening again. She’d been neglecting herself, skipping meals so she could save a little money up. Mirai ended up fainting right inside her own front door. When she came too, her head was fogged with names. 

One of the people in the apartments around her had seen a lot of death. Probably the loss of a sibling, a soldier. One might think she’d be used to her ‘sight’, as she thought of it. The cold chills, the despairing feeling…Mirai doubted she’d ever get over the loss of people she would never meet. She had quickly grown tired of experiencing that horrible feeling. She desperately wanted the fighting, the killing and the war to stop.

It always was worse when she went without food, though. When she leaned against the outer wall of her apartment building, ignoring the cursory glances of passersby, she felt it the most. A lady walking past in black heels, wealthy. She had another month, tops. Cancer, probably, or another terminal illness. A boy close to Mirai’s age…Worse off than she, maybe three months.

It was oddly soothing, letting herself feel mortality. That was the only recreation she could afford. Hazel hues roaming face after face, ending after ending…

Byakuran was rather acquainted with the being. Why, Death was his favorite thing in the world. Fascination, to be more correct. For death was the finality and life was the erratic variable that could decompose at any second. 

Whistling a rather jovial tune, Byakuran meandered around the streets of Mirabili without a care in the world. And why should he have anything to fear? He was a king among peasants. A god among men. He could extinguish a life as quickly as he could bring it into thought. Byakuran held power. And power got you rather far in Mirabili. 

He stopped his whistling, eyes locked with a rather timid girl. Help? Really? Byakuran inwardly scarf as his face started to sculpt the perfect, friendly smile. "Depends on what you think I need help with, miss."