A super long oneshot for my challenge with Greenninjagal go read hers it's awesome and heart breaking. We had to create a sad oneshot with a Ethan and Bianca, involving a Puppy.

This couple wormed its way right into my heart and I've destroyed it. *sheds tear*

ATH
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Ethan didn't know why there were townhouses in Elysium, much less why he had to share one. But he knew he didn't have much room to question it or explain, after all he knew that he wasn't meant to be there.

He was sitting on the bench in front of the three judges; all old, wispy, translucent, and draped in elegant black and gold robes. He nervously tapped his fingers against the wood as they scanned his memories and his throat felt dry; making it hard to swallow.

He knew they were gonna send him to the fields of punishment, and it would be a miracle if all he got was the fields of asphodel. The one in the center; with a long wispy, white beard, slammed a gavel in the bench lightly before clearing his throat.,

"Ethan Nakamura--" A poof of green smoke interrupted him, and surrounded the judges, the three coughed as the smoke swirled around them and it cleared mere moments after it appeared. Before the middle judge sat a piece of parchment, written across in an elegant green ink. The middle judge picked it up hesitsntly, then scanned it briefly before pressing it back down and clearing his throat.

"An executive decision has been made, as you might say, and you have been cleared for Elysium. We have orders to send you to house 127--" If possible the judge seemed to pale, adjusting the spectacles in the bridge of his nose to make sure he read it correctly, "With the other executive decision and m-master Hades's favorite daughter."

Then a skeleton guard grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and proceeded to lead him through the crowd til they came across a collection of black and silver golf carts. The guard proceeded to pull a pair of keys from his pockets, and slid into the driver seat and started it up. Ethan, kinda weirded out, climbed into the row behind the skeleton, and without warning the guard hit the gas.

Ethan slammed into his seat, painfully. And the guard tore through the shades, who parted immediately as the guard barreled through, as Ethan held onto them seat with a death grip, and wishing the cart had seat belts.

They skidded into a dark dirt path and barreled towards a sleek, shinny pair of silver gates that seemed to have sunlight leaking through. A double honk from the guard and the gates slammed open just as the golf cart skidded through.

Ethan squinted his eyes, there was a sun of sorts, and a sky. A blue sky that stretched from corner to corner and beaten dirt paths and green grass. And townhouses, stretching as far as the eye could see with gardens of flowers and the smell of barbecue lingering in the air.

In no time the driver had stopped in front of a house, bigger then the rest Ethan noticed, and it was black and silver with a skeleton knocker and the number 127 nailed to the front in large silver letters. The skeleton pooped out of the cart and Ethan followed, if not hesitsntly.

The skeleton lead him up the path., which was engraved with gold and silver. And Ethan couldn't help remember that the judge said he was going to live with master favorite daughter, Hades' favorite daughter. Now, Ethan knew Hades didn't have many kids, generally faithful to Persephone, but he did know of a few exceptions. And he supposed he was going to live with a dead one.

The skeleton walked right in, sticking in a silver key he procured from his pocket and Ethan followed him in. His first thought was that the house was a mess. Paint was splattered everywhere-- a red splotch on the wall; green, yellow, and pink spattered along the white marble stairs; and the still swinging crystal chandelier was splattered in a bright purple.

Down a hall, left of the entrance several screams were echoing as well as the clanging and shifting of pots and pans. Alongside the skeleton Ethan stepped into the kitchen and was fixed with a sense of terror that rippled through him as he stared at the frozen image before him.

It was Luke. He was on top of s set of wooden cabinets, crouched and his sandy hair brushing the top of the ceiling. He wore loose white clothes, with a black breast plate on top. His eyes were bright, as he aimed a bronze paint ball gun at a girl using the fridge for a shield. She had dark hair that was braided back and out of her face with a floppy green hat that was set side ways on her head. Her dark eyes were glittering and she pulled the trigger to her paint gun just as Ethan entered the room.

Luke cried out as he fell off the cabinets and onto the floor with a crash, sending his paint gun skidding into the other girls hands were she swiftly picked it up. "Take that Luke! I'm besting you two to one!"

"You cheated! I've lived here for three hours and you've been here for two years!" Complainend Luke peeling himself off the marble.

"You're complaint you didn't die sooner, are you kidding me." The girl complained, leaning against the fridge, "I'd give anything for an extra two years of life. "

"Yes, but with the damage I did I think a lot of people's fates would've ended up better if I died when I fell off that cliff." Grumbled Luke, wiping black paint splatters off his face, and suddenly he seemed to notice Ethan. "That you Ethan?"

The girl turned around, brushing a dark strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, he must be the executive order from five minutes ago." She picked up a piece of paper from the counter, it was partly covered in yellow paint. "Well, hello then." She held her hand out and shook his hand, sending shiver up his arm and down his spine, and causing his neck to feel hot "My name is Bianca DiAngelo."

***

It went all, down hill from there, because from the moment he met Bianca DiAngelo he was head over heels. Not that he realized it until several weeks later when he found himself staring at her blankly during a water balloon fight causing Bianca to nail him in the face as Luke roared with laughter and Bianca helped him up. Through his dark, soaking mass of hair he found himself in awe if her warm smile as she held back a laugh at his soaked apparel.

Then he found himself getting tingly whenever their shoulders brushed or hands accidently touched. Him finding it hard to hold back a smile when she laughed and the warm feeling he got when her laugh was directed at him.

The way she found her way into his thoughts as he tried to sleep at night and he found himself grinning at the memories of the day past. And he wondered why exactly death seemed better then life.

And how she constantly fretted about her younger brother whenever he visited elysium to see his sister and how he always found himself biting back jealous whenever she attempted to brush his cheek or hug him only to fade away when they got close to making contact.

***

"Please don't go!" Ethan begged, skeleton guards had grabbed him by the arms as he struggled in their grip. "You don't have to leave! Just because he'll want to take you back--"

"I have to." Bianca's voice echoes around him and Ethan could still see her hazy outline as the mist surrounded her. She was three feet in front of Ethan, but he could barely see her. Her voice echoes around him in the mist. "He needs to move on. "

"Think about yourself for once!" He screeched into the mist, pleading her to stay. Not to go. To just stay right there in Elysium with him. "It's not always about your brother."

She turned around at that and Ethan could see the tears shinning in her tears, "You don't get it. The last time I made a choice for myself I died and that ruined him. I can't let my death ruin his life. "

" Bianca." He choked, a sob forming in the back of his throat and tears prickling at his eyes. Three months of staring at her smile, holding back a grin when she laughed, and falling deeper and deeper in love with her tried to form in his throat but all that came out was a strangled sob.

"I know." She said, turning back as the mist thickened around her, a tear sliding down her cheek."I love you too."

She was gone seconds later, vanished into the mist, gone. Reborn. But dead and alive at the very same time because Bianca DiAngelo was gone forever. But at the same time in mere minutes she would be so very alive.

And that thought seemed to break Ethan as the skeleton guards dragged him away.

***

Ethan couldn't believe he could just walk out of the underworld. And he couldn't believe he'd convinced Luke to walk out with him. In a matter of minutes they'd left it behind without a single blink from one of the guards. Ethan couldn't believe it.

"Look, dude." Luke attempted to reason with Ethan, just like had been trying ever since they stepped out of their house. "I know you love Bianca, and I love her too. As a sister, ironically a big sister. But it doesn't matter if she was gonna be reborn in the same body, she won't remember you."

"Don't care." Shrugged off Ethan, even though that had been what he was worrying about himself, "She's Hades favorite daughter so I doubt that she wouldn't still have her memories somewhere in the subconscious."

The tunnel they'd been walking through widened, and Ethan covered his eyes with his hand as a burst of sunlight appeared over head. They were in New York, Ethan had been expecting California. The sun glinted across the spire of the Empire State Building, and the billboards flashed with fancy advertisements. Even so as it was New York, it stunk.

Ethan wrinkled his nose at the smell but Luke seemed to brighten at it. Figures, he used to come to New York a lot. But almost immediately Luke's face fell as if all the bad memories suddenly came back. A shadow crossed his face, "Actually, yeah. Let's go find Bianca."

Ethan wasn't sure exactly what made him change his mind but he was sure glad of it, "Glad to know. Let's try Central Park, might as well since we're here."

Ethan was walking along the lake, the breeze blowing off slightly orange leaves in his direction. He snapped twigs under his feet and had his hands shoved into his coat pockets.

He was kicking a rock every few steps, and sure it hurt his foot but it was something to do because he hadn't seen any sign of Bianca. Even though he knew she was there, somewhere in the park.

People sat in the edges of the lake, spread out on picnic blankets and some with fishing rods stuck into the lake. Several had coolers and picnic baskets were lain on top of brightly colored leaves; still a mix of greens, reds, oranges, yellows, and browns. Frisbees were tossed and soccer balls were kicked around the field and dogs were chasing after tennis balls.

And suddenly, a tennis ball hit him in the back. Ethan, startled, fell over to his knees as a black puppy leaped on him to grab the tennis ball in it's mouth. Ethan heard fast footsteps crunching leaves and twigs and suddenly someone was helping him up and scolding their dog.

She kept apologizing, saying that her dog just got excited sometimes and how he was just a ball of energy and how she really hoped he wasn't hurt. "Bad dog Nico!" The name hit Ethan like a sack of bricks. He couldn't help but have his heart sink, after all Bianca always put Nico before anyone, even her own happiness.

"It's fine, it's fine." Ethan brushed her off, barely glancing at her but suddenly his insides froze and turned to mush. Like someone suddenly dropped spaghetti into a pot of boiling water and replaced his internal organs with it.

It was Bianca. Same dark hair hat was braided back and tucked underneath her green cap. Same dark eyes, that we're now prickling with concern. But it was her. Although she didn't look at him as if he were anything more then the guy her dog knocked over.

"My name's Ethan, thanks for helping me up." He shook her hand, warmth flaring up his arm and warming his heart.

"Angelica. Sorry about my dog, again. Well, to meet you." She responded cheerily, scooping her dog back into her hands. Ethan nodded, biting the inside of his cheek and holding back tears as he turned away, shoving his hands back into his pockets as he walked away from the girl he loved.

Bianca grabbed her dog tightly in her hands, walking away in the opposite direction with the tennis ball tucked inside her pocket. And she didn't know why, but she found herself with a tear streaming down one side of her face, crying for a reason she didn't know why. Crying for sadness she didn't know why she had.

Just crying.