Prologue

I can hear sirens. I can see people crowding around a small area. What is going on?

I pushed my way through the crowd, avoiding contact with everyone as I make my way to the centre of attention. However, what I saw was unexpected and I froze.

Why is there blood? Why is there someone who looks like me on the ground? Why is he not moving?

I felt somebody grab my shoulder and I whipped myself around to face them as I backed up. My eyes widened at this man dressed in a long black cloak, his dark grey eyes showed kindness and sympathy. His hair is as black as night, and so smooth; he must look after it. He looked behind me and let out a cold sigh, the chilling breath that left his lungs making me shiver. I stared at him for a moment or two before I looked away when he turned his attention to me once again.

"Dead, huh?" he simply let it out in a blank tone, clearly not bothered by the fact it made my eyes widen and look back down to the corpse at my feet.

"W-What?" I gazed down at the body before I recognized the scars around it's neck leading to the collarbone.

"You're dead," He replied with a now-soft tone. He looked down at the blood that dripped from my body, then up at my horrified face.

"How?!" I turned to him, tears swiftly formed in my eyes. He let out another sigh and moved a hand out of his cloak and brushed the tears away.

"You drowned." He said calmly.

"How are you so calm?!" I couldn't help but be pissed as his tone was blank and careless, even if he did care. I caught him rolling his eyes and push himself up - he towered over me by a foot.

"I see this everyday, that's why." He let out his third sigh of the hour and moved forward to grab my waist to pull me into his side, whether I liked it or not.

"What on earth are you doing?!" I yelled.

"Just hold on." He shrugged off the fact I hit him when he began walking to a secluded spot. I blinked as I looked around for somewhere to run to, or preferably to hit him with if possible.

I was startled when there was a numbness overtaking my legs, making them want to buckle at any minute. I faced him, glaring as he gave me a grin. I went cross-eyed as a sparkle hit my nose, then going back to normal as the white specs surrounded us. I shuffle closer to him out of somewhat fear, looking directly up at him when he chuckled

"I-It's not funny!" I urged, staring back at the sparkles that were now revealing a large hall as they began to vanish out of thin air.

The hall was large, reaching 50 feet high and 30 feet wide. The walls were of the darkest oak, engraved with the finest designs of flowers, trees, petals and a pair of Chinese dragons curling around each other on each wall. There were five large, rectangular windows on each of the walls leading down the hall, each engraved with the same patterns on the outside of them. A bright, scarlet red carpet ran from the collosal entrance doors down to a throne of gold, decorated with the finest, most beautiful roses, and sat upon it was a beautiful lady, her skin pale, but not ghostly pale, her hair whiter than snow, her eyes bluer than the sky. She had long, red silky robes that ended at the floor and bottom of her black heels. Her face was conflicted between a soft, sweet, gentle nature and the face of fury, evil, and strict fairness. I felt my mouth drop and the man, stood still and tall, almost immediately propped it back in place.

"Grim Reaper!" The lady called in her melodious voice.

"Your majesty." He dipped his head in a bow-like way.

"You've had quite the day, why don't you bring your little catch over to come to his decision?" She purred, putting one leg over the other as she leaned back in her chair, staring at us with her sharp eyes.

"Will do." He'd look over at me and nudge me to follow that long, blood-red carpet to that woman's throne of flowers, love, but also pain.

"Alright. . ." I sounded uneasy, putting one foot in front of the other as I slowly got further and further from him until he was nothing but a spec in the distance of my vision. I turned my attention to her, my eyes locked onto hers as I shifted nervously.

"The choices. . ." She began, giving a small smirk. "Either go to the highschool of reincarnation for three years to decide the life you want, or go to the wheel," she pointed to the wheel, with very few amazing, loveable answers, but many hateful, unfair answers. I was uncertain until someone spun it and landed on 'Salmon', which turned them into a fish and they disappeared.

"I. . . Choose the school." I answered after a while, looking back to her as she grinned widely, then clapped her hands.

"Off you go then." She flicked her wrist towards a door and I looked back at the 'grim reaper' and he nodded. I shifted before turning on my heel to make my way over and step in.

Did I want this? Did I want to spend three whole years just to end up dying and coming back? I guess I did, because I stepped right in and began my adventure. . .