• Chapter One



    Ring Ring Ring

    She opened the door of the pub and stepped outside into the snowy air. She hated those bells. They reminded her of white roses, church bells and a frilly white dress. It was a memory that pained her up until today. She shoved her hands into her coat pockets and stood there in the chilly air, lost in her memories.

    He sat on the roof of the pub, watching the snowflakes fall gently towards the ground. He lay flat on his back and sighed. “Stupid flute.” he muttered. Being a low rank shinigami, he was made to do jobs higher ranked shinigamis hated. Like playing the snow flute for seven hours straight everyday until spring to ensure that there was enough snow for the winter. He wanted to become a shinigami to experience being a death god and the prestige that came with it. Well, it seemed harder than he thought. He yawned. “I need a break.” he murmured. And that was the start of his problems.

    As soon as he fell asleep, he loosened his grip on the flute. Fortunately for him, the flute fell on the snow, sustaining only minor scratches. Unluckily for him though, it landed in front of the young lady standing in front of the pub.

    The flute sparkled like a million diamonds under the moonlight. She inspected the flute carefully, checking it for any damages. She smiled. “I can sell this flute for a really high price.” She walked away, whistling happily. “Merry Christmas to me.” she sang.

    “Damn it” he muttered. He jumped down and landed gracefully on the snow. She looked behind her. A young man, wearing a white robe, his black hair spiky and disheveled, was running after her. “Gimme back my flute!” he shouted. She ran faster, holding on to the flute tightly. “Thief!” he shouted. “Stop, thief!” She looked around warily, but no one seemed to hear the man’s frantic shouts.

    Beep Beep Beep

    They froze in their tracks and looked in the direction of the sound at the same time. The lady’s eyes widened in fear. “This can’t be happening.” she thought, fear sinking in the pit of her stomach. She instinctively covered her face with her hands. She felt someone push her away. “The man!” She took her hands of her face. And that was the start of her problems.