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A Proposition from Death

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Summary: Xander has a conversation with someone unnusual. Answer to Challenge #587

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Anime > Gundam WingDarkElfFR131565164,42531 Oct 0431 Oct 04Yes
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS or the other character portrayed, who will be revealed at the end of the fic. They belong to people way better than me.



A Proposition From Death



Xander couldn’t figure out what was going on. He had seen the knife coming in at him, he hadn’t been able to get out of the way. He had even felt the blade go into his chest. And now, he is standing there watching Buffy fight. And he isn’t alone.

The figure with him is a little shorter than him. He is wearing all black except for a flash of red at his throat that almost looks like a priests’ collar. He had long chestnut brown hair that was braided all the way down his back. All this wouldn’t have bothered Xander much if the guy hadn’t also been carrying a very large scythe.

“Oh hey there X-man, we’ll be leaving in just a minute.”

Xander stared at the boy with the scythe.

“What do you mean leaving?”

With out taking his eyes off Buffy fighting, the guy pointed off to one side. Xander’s eyes followed the direction he was pointing and was only partly surprised by what he saw. It was him, his body, laying next to a tombstone, and sure enough, that knife he remembered was sticking out of his chest.

“So I’m dead?”

“Yup.”

“And you’re Death.”

“Got it in one. Though I am actually a Death. There are a bunch of us. If it was just me, I would never have time to relax. And I prefer the name God of Death.”

“Well if I am dead, why am I still here. Shouldn’t you have taken me wherever it is I am supposed to go.”

“Well that is interesting. We haven’t left yet for two reasons.”

“And those reasons are.”

“Well the first reason is that my boss wanted to offer you a job. While you were alive we got to see you in action, and my boss was impressed. So he asked me to offer you a position as a God of Death like me. You are free to say no, if you do you will go on to heaven. If you say yes, you go meet the boss, you get some cool powers, and training and then you get sent all over the world to collect people, and occasionally help them.”

“And what was the second reason?”

“Ah the second reason should happen right about now.”

He pointed towards the fight. Buffy had just thrown a punch that her knife wielding opponent had dodged, and he through a slash with his knife, that Buffy mostly dodged, but it did catch something. Her Shirt. And for some reason she that night she hadn’t worn a bra.

“YES!” Screamed Death. “Finally. FATEs, I am going to kiss all three of you when I get back.”

Xander just stared as buffy kept fighting. Without a shirt.

“Okay, we can go now. I had always wanted to see her fight without a shirt, and my good friend Bell owed me a favor.”

“I have no idea what your talking about, but lets leave it at that. And I want to think somemore about the offer.”

“Okay bro, but lets head out for now, I know this great little bar in purgatory.”

“Oh yeah, if you were a person once, what’s your name?”

“The name is Duo Maxwell, I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie.”



AN: Duo Maxwell of Gundam Wing. Long live the Shinigami.

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