Rikaru sat in his familiar spot, the top of his own gravestone, gazing up at the sky once more, finding himself once again contemplating the events that left him as he was now.

Why me...? Why was I chosen to do this 'job'...? Surely there most be some sort of qualifications.....

He made the dark blue-color scythe appear in his hand once more, inspecting it more closely than the other times he had seen it. The smooth, sleek weapon had been his burden ever since he woke up next to his own grave. The writing on the blade made his job so clear, yet still left so many questions to be answered.

Too many questions...

Rikaru sat on his gravestone, inspecting the shimmering ball of light that the girl had brought him. It was Ayame's soul, the soul of the lonely vampire man's lover he had talked to before. No one had told him, he just knew. It was sort of a...Necromancer's sense. The soul itself didn't mean much too him, it was simply a ball of sparkling, shimmering light. Completely useless to any ordinary person without a body to harbor it in. Rikaru now had what he needed to bring this Ayame back to life, although he had no reason to.

Why give freely....When you can trade...

He gently guided the fragile ball of light into the orb carved into his scythe. He would make a deal to get what he wanted. He wanted Senari. He wanted to ruin her life, for ruining his. Maybe it wasn't fair, but it also wasn't fair that he had been seperated from Kage, either.

Kage...my love....

Rikaru stood up on top of his grave stone, looking in the direction in which the vampire had gone. He didn't care who he was or why he had been with Senari. He would be his tool...

I'll get my retribution...whether or I have to force it or not...

Why am I back here... Why have I been cursed to return to this place, this place which I hold no love for... I never asked for a second chance, I don't need one... Was this meant to be a blessing...? Or a punishment...? Do I have a duty to perform...?

Rikaru sat on top of a gravemarker placed by someone he did not know. At the bottom, scrawled in small block print, was:

 Rikaru Senoko

June 1, 1987 - May 5, 2006

Rest in Peace

Rikaru wished he could rest in peace, all he wanted to do was be back where he belonged. He jumped off of his gravestone and sat down next to it, leaning against it.
What I would give to die again...Death is peaceful, while life is so harsh and sorrowful...

He took his mind off of the matter and eyed the mysterious scythe that had appeared when he had returned to this life. It meant something, he just didn't know what. He set the scythe down and looked up at the stars, still wondering why he was there. He reached with a hand up and felt the bite marks on the left side of his neck, the bite that had killed him before. He had guessed that it wouldn't heal, and that it would remain a memento of his previous death. The bite marks were his sister's, one of the most unlikely murderers ever. He felt bad for what she had come to bear, but yet at the same time, his heart was filled with anger. If he hadn't died then, he wouldn't have been back here right now, feeling sorry for himself. He was sure she was still out there, and he felt almost as sure that they would meet again.

He looked back down at the scythe more closely, and brought the blade close to inspect. There was a symbol engraved up and down the blade which he recognized. It was the symbol of death.

He turned the blade over and recognized another symbol, the symbol of life.

Life and death.... The blade which lies between... can only be wielded by a Necromancer...