Fated By The Shinigami

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A girl dies by the hands of someone. Her last wish is to bring them to justice. Will her Shinigami be the key?

*The spaces indicate a new topic brought up, or some time later*

Submitted: September 25, 2012

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Submitted: September 25, 2012




I could feel myself loosing grip. After thirteen years of pure happiness, it will be gone, in couple of seconds. I didn’t even get to wear my dress for graduation. Tears flowed down my faced. I knew it was over. I didn’t get to enter high school either. The room suddenly became cold. Through wet tears, I could see a dark figure hovering over me. I croaked, “Pl-please he-help me,”

“I am Sebastian. I have come to take your soul to wherever it belongs. But before that, tell me your wish, and I will grant it. Unfortunately, I cannot bring you back to life.” He said in a monotone voice.

“I want my killer to be brought to justice…”


“Rise and shine Celeste” said the monotone voice of Sebastian. I opened my eyes slowly. My eyes fluttered to adjust to the light. “You will bring your killer to justice. Sit up, please,”

I slowly pushed myself up. There sitting in a chair next to the bed I was lying in was a handsome teenager, about 15 years old. He had dark chestnut hair and dark blue eyes. “Am I alive?” I asked.

Then he smiled. This was the first time I saw him like this. “You’re not alive, but it’s very close,” Then he pointed down at my body.

I looked down…and looked at my body. It looked normal. My wavy blond hair was perfect as ever and my skin like ivory.  I then gave him a what-are-you-talking-about look. He then stood up and reached for my chest…and his hand went right through. I could feel myself turning pale, even though I was already pale.

“You are a ghost now in my care. You want to bring your killer to justice right? Then this is how you’re going to do this. You will go to school. At least one of your former classmates should be able see you because they are an ESP. You will then tell them what you are still here for. The only catch is that you can’t tell them your killer. You must give them clues in the form of riddles. If you do tell them your killer, their memory will be erased, and you will be sent down there. If they figure it out and ask you and you say yes that person killed me, your former classmate will tell a Shinigami, if they don’t know one, bring them to me, and your killer will not be able to get their wish when they die. If your former classmate wishes, they can report to the police. I will be the witness in the case. You may not tell them that I will be the witness in the case if they figure it out. It is their choice what they do with the evidence. Understand?”

I nodded. “When do you want me to go?” I asked.

“How about…now?”


I walked into class just like I remembered it. The scent of gum in the air, the steps of people passing by, getting into their class, and the chatter all around. But it wasn’t like that anymore. Instead the smell of old people perfume, the quietness in the hallways, and the students wearing black. They were sad. I was sad. Is there still hope of the person seeing me? I walked into class. If anybody saw me, I looked awesome in gothic Lolita, a side I never showed. Holding a scary rabbit doll in my hand, I took out my hand mirror Sebastian gave me. My pale face, dark makeup and red lips gives the impression that I’m dead (well, I am dead). My black short sleeved bandage dress, did give the impression like I was in a horror movie. As my teacher went on about the day’s headlines, there was one boy, who looked right at me, and looked like he saw a ghost, literally. I started walking around in the classroom, and his eyes still followed me.

My teacher then said, “Brandon, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” His head turned slowly to face my teacher. I couldn’t contain my laughter any longer, and started giggling. I remembered him. He was the nice boy who didn’t really have much to say.

“I think I don’t feel well today. Can I go see the nurse?” he asked. She smiled and ushered him to go. Then he ran out the room like his butt was on fire. I followed him.

“Am I crazy?” he muttered under his breath.

“No, I’m afraid you’re not,” I replied. He made a 180° turn and stared at me.

“You-You’re dead,” He paused then continued, “Omigod you’ve come back to haunt me because I blackmailed you years ago! I’m sorry!”

I smiled and said, “Whatever, that was years ago. I dead now, I don’t care,”

“What have you come for then?” he asked.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t ask,” I exclaimed and smiled.


“So all I have to do is figure out who killed you by the riddles you give me?” he asked after I explained all the rules of “The Game”.

“Yup. So, you’re first clue is…On the outside I may seem shy, but it is true that I am sly. Who might I be?”

“A person with a split personality, who hides their jealousy in the inside,” Brandon said with a smirk.

“You’re good. But the next one won’t be so easy…I prefer to be tall, when I prefer to be short. I think out of the box, without stepping out of the box. My personality is hidden away, but not without leaking a couple of sentences. Who am I?”

“That one would take some time you know…” he said nervously.

“You have all the time in the world. I am dead, anyways,” and I gave the sweetest smile I could.


“She will be quite useful in getting what we want you know. You should use her,” said a cold voice that could cut through ice like butter.

“Her mind is still young. We cannot make her a Shinigami. Although she has a beautiful face that is a qualification for a Shinigami, she has not moved on from the fact that someone killed her and is still out there. She is smart and capable of being one, but not yet.” said a character that was already introduced.

“I see, soon she will realize why she died.”


“What are you wearing today?” exclaimed Brandon.

“Mmm, Japanese Lolita I think. It’s like a mini kimono. It’s very me, don’t you think? Can you believe there is makeup for ghosts?” I said happily.

“No, I cannot, but since you are wearing blood red lipstick, I have to believe,” he said with a sigh.

“You okay?” I asked politely.

“Our teacher is making us practice French and I’m failing,” said Brandon with a sad face.

Tu ne comprend pas?” I said in my French accent.

“Um…oui?” Brandon said with no confidence.

“You do need a lot of help. But since you’re here to catch my killer, then I’m here to tutor you in French,” I said. In that moment, I caught a glimpse of a good reason of why I died…to help Brendon, so he can help me.


“So basically for Aller the rule is Je vais, Tu vas, Il va, Nous allons, Vous allez, Ils ont, and Elles vont. Got it?“ I explained.

“Um…no?“  He said hopelessly.

“Well then, search up a song called Aller by Etienne. Let’s see how you are with French tomorrow.”

“ I have my ipod here now…”

”Je vais, tu vas, il va, elle va, Nous allons, vous allez, ils vont, elles vont…”

“Wow, I think this would work…” he said then plugged in his earphones.

I smiled at him, and I realized, I should have known him earlier. 

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