Hey Senpai! I saw that you had Death Parade on your anime and I suddenly missed it haha so maybe have Kagome interact with Decim and Ginti?
I hope you like this one, hon! :)
“Why are you two at my bar?” Ginti grunted as he polished some of the glasses in front of him. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the silver haired bartender sitting beside what he presumed to be a ‘customer’. A customer he could tell should have been judged long ago.
It was her 5th day with them now.
Decim had come to him telling him he was unable to read her. She did not belong neither in heaven or hell. She was a soul that had sacrificed for the world, but was a lost soul. It was not regret holding her back. She smiled even when realizing her life had slipped away.
“I wanted to see it.” She smiled. “Decim-san told me your bar was more Japanese, so I wanted to see what it looked like.”
The said bartender nodded. “Higurashi-san was quite curious.”
“Don’t just listen to her requests!” Ginti shouted. Watching the girl sip on her non-alcoholic beverage, his shoulders relaxed. She was not necessarily annoying, but she was a mystery even he had trouble judging. Decim requested his help, but he hated himself for being unable to come up with an answer and show Decim how the work should be done.
Kagome’s eyes wandered around the interior. It definitely gave you the more Japanese feel. She missed it.
“Kagome.” She cut in and smiling at Ginti’s brow twitching.
He sighed. “Kagome. Are you holding any regrets?”
“Regrets?” She repeated, lowering the cup from her lips. “Hmm...not really.”
Decim observed the girl from the corner of his eyes. A true mystery. The biggest mystery to him and Ginti was her unknown past. Nothing was given, or more, what was given came blank.
They knew nothing about her.
“You need to move on.” Ginti huffed, turning around to put away one of the bottles of alcohol on the shelves.
“Although Ginti is not using the right words-”
“I do believe it is time you...” Decim’s eyes lowered, unsure how to word it out.
“Rest in peace?” Kagome smiled. Her memories were taken away the second she arrived in this magical place, yet she felt like her death had been a sad one. She felt trapped. As if she could not move on. Her eyes relaxed; they lowered down to the ripples of her drink. “I know I am making your job harder,” her tone softened, “and although I feel empty, it helps to have company right now - even if I am just a soul ready to pass on.”
Ginti looked at the girl from over his shoulder; Decim’s brows furrowed with guilt.
The girl did not deserve hell or heaven. She deserved a second chance because although they could not tell what her past was or the things she accomplished, they could tell she had a big heart.
A heart that probably saved many lives.