The Last Requiem
We're spinning round on this ball of hate,
There's no parole, there's no great escape,
We're sentenced here until the end of days,
And then my brother there's a price to pay,
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I-no.
My soul bleeds to see her like this. I....I’ve never...experienced
this side of her before. To see another side of someone you’ve felt
that you’ve known is...disturbing. The playful glint in her eyes is
gone. Her smile was always devious but...this is different. And that
is not the end of my concern.
It’s her eyes.
So cold, so sterile. So full of rage. That isn’t the woman I know. Or
at least not the woman I thought I knew. Maybe my view of her was
wrong from the start. I never liked her attitude towards me or her
treatment of me.
How much of a fool I am, I can’t bare to see this. Yet what really
shocks me, is my lack of concern for the corpse resting next to her.
Zato’s corpse. My whole adult life was spent either running from this
man or hunting him down like the dog he is (was). Yet as he lies next
to her feet, lifeless. It just isn’t what I had expected. His
life...is already over. He was dying long before he came into contact
with I-no, I can see that now.
Is this really what I’ve been chasing, all along?
But I cannot mistake myself. I knew that Zato was already dead. To me,
he had died the day he joined forces with his shadow. The man I knew
is gone. His body and shadow exist no longer...but his soul still
lives.
It lives within me.
That is why my mortal body will follow his cadaver to the ends of the
earth. As long as it continues to be on this world, I will be there to
crush it. Because it reminds me of the thing Zato became. When he
became the man I hate.
But with the effort it took me to find him, she finishes him with that
much of speed. And I can tell that she feels some satisfaction from it
all. To know that *she* was the one who ended my struggle. To her the
saga of Zato is over. But the whole concept of this situation that
she possesses it incorrect. Unless I finish him with my own hands, it
will not be over for me. I thought that she had at least begun to
understand the way I feel...but I was wrong. Wrong about her again.
Was I wrong about her to begin with?
No...I know there is good within her. I can feel it.
Before long...she speaks out to me. “Well, well, well...hey there,
Cookie. I was beginning to think that you wouldn’t show. But I guess
it’s not kinda like you to be missing out on the party...especially
when this shithole is involved.”
I see her stamp on Zato’s...no...that body’s face. “I-no...” I hear my
own voice. I sound fearful. But of what? “I have to finish
him...please...just...”
“Just what?” She says, her cocky, arrogant smile returning to her.
“Step aside? So you and your piece of shit carcass can rest in peace?
You really think I could care less? I’d have more fun ripping his
limbs off. You concur, don’t you? ”
I know when she’s serious about something. She means what she says.
But how...can she not understand why I need to do this?
“I-no...please do not get in the way of this. I have to end it all...”
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We're only human, we were born to die,
Without the benefit of reason why,
We live for pleasure - to be satisfied,
And now it's over there's no place to hide.
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Geh. Look at her.
Sweet ass cutie.
I’d do myself a mischief tryin’ to figure out what makes that head
tick. Not like I could give a damn about her bullshit quest away. What
really gets to me...is how obsessed she is over this damn shadow box.
So much effort wasted on a pile of crap like this guy. Makes me wanna
puke.
All of it. Everything she does, everything she says, everything she
fights for. It’s all down to him. He’s the reason she doesn’t...want
to...
Gah! Screw it all, I don’t care. I want a bit of fun for myself...I
know she’ll amuse me. Always has. Only this time, it won’t involve me
stripping her of her virginity. I’ll be ripping into her little boy
toy. Will she try and stop me? Heh...not like she has the balls to.
A fucking coward like her.
Always piss running from a situation. Even if it screws around with
the people she leaves in her wake. As long as she and ‘Zato’ get the
chance to wipe the floor with each other, that’s all she’ll ever want.
Even though I was the one who fucking broke her in. Even though *I*
was the one who made her in a woman. So I think I’m owed this...now...
“What should I do first, Cookie?” I say, her eyes already shaking.
“Should I tear of one of those strong little arms of his and shove it
up his ass? Or should I cleave out that black heart and hand it over
to you? It seems to be what you want.”
She’s getting angry. But more at herself than me. Bummer. “You could
never know what this is like for me, I-no. Please do not stand in my
way. Step aside.”
What an arrogant bitch. “You really think I could give a fuck about
what you want right now, do you, Cookie? You assassins are all the
same. You think the whole pissing world revolves around you. Like time
will stop unless you get what you want.”
“I am not an assassin.” I see that little glint of anger in her eyes.
I like it.
“Is that right...? Well, I guess I never could comprehend you Guild
members.” Just as she steps a little closer, I hoist her boytoy’s
corpse up with my hand. “ I know! How about an anatomy lesson?
What-makes-an-assassin-tick 101. First class is a dissection. Slice
up the subject’s stomach and inspect the assassin- borne innards. That
sounds like one bitch of an idea. Care to join me?”
I see her scowl. “Why are you acting this way?”
And damn to hell, I know I’m shocked. Like she doesn’t already know
the score. This ain’t my damn problem. I didn’t run from my troubles.
I didn’t run away from the one thing that could make me happy. I
wasn’t the one who kicked her out of my life. Who the hell does she
think is to be acting like the fucking victim here?
“Answer me, I-no! Why are you-“
“Shut the fuck up!”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Why don't you...come down too...
It's such a brutal planet, it's such an ugly world
Why won't you, come down too...
This world is such perfection (What a sight)
It's just like paradise (For my eyes)
A truly grand creation (What a sight)
From up here it looks so nice (For my eyes)
It's such a brutal planet, it's such a living hell,
It was a holy garden, that's right where Adam fell.
It's where the bite was taken, it's where we chose to sin,
It's where we first were naked; this is where our death begins.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Why is she acting like this?
Is it because I left her the way I did? That is it...isn’t it? This is
all because…she thinks I chose Zato over her. How can she so blindly
misinterpret the situation? Why can’t she see this from my point of
view? It’s...important to me that I deliver Zato by my own hands. If I
don’t…I’ll never be set free from the cage the Assassins have made for
me...I need my life back...
And regardless of that...why is she still clinging to that? That thing
we had? It wasn’t love...it wasn’t even friendship. Just mindless,
comforting sex…I will not go on like this...I cannot allow myself to
use another human being like a tool for my relief.
Please let her understand. “I-no…It wasn’t right...you know it
wasn’t...that’s not the way it should be...”
She knows exactly what I’m speaking about. And as I finish my
statement to her, a see that hateful glare in her eye. It’s as though
she...despises me...as though she hates me.
She hates me?
I-no...
“You really think I could give a shit about you, don’t you?” She says,
scorn leaking from every word spoken. “Get over yourself, Cookie. This
isn’t about you. It’s about me. I’ll cut you out of my head just like
I’m gonna do to your boy toy.”
She...doesn’t care...I...I cannot face this. Zato is the issue.
This...isn’t the time. Why won’t she step aside? Why do we have to go
through this? I feel my hair buzzing with intent. Quickly it sharpens
out, almost of its own will. It seems to sense and understand my base
instincts better than I can.
And I see I-no grin with delight. She actually wants to do battle with
me. Why is this happening? We don’t need to do this...we do not need
to...
I struggle to hold back the fury of my hair. “I-no...please do not
make me do this...”
It’s too late. I-no is already charging me. And sure enough my
fighting instinct is doing the thinking for me as I prepare to defend
myself
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
We took advice from that deceiving snake,
He said don't worry it's a piece of cake.
And sent us swimming in a burning lake,
Now we're abandoned here for heaven's sake.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I rush towards her; with Marlene at my side ready to pay back
everything she’s done to me. I swear I won’t hold back. The second I
get close to her, she quickly dashes to one side to avoid me, using
her hair to formulate a shield as protection.
Always running away. That’s Millia Rage all over.
She thinks she’s so special, so divine, and so pure. And because I’m
the way I am, I don’t get a slice of that purity. I could hate her for
it, and I do...but it something all people think they have. Measly
bastards. Yet still, people question Justice’s reasoning for blowing
this shit ass race to pieces. Too bad he had to be so preachy and
political about it. But hell knows if I could give a damn about that
thing.
All that matters to me right now is making her feel just the way she
should feel.
And I’ll smash her into the dirt when I’m done. As soon as she stops
moving, sliding along the grass of this miserably pathetic
countryside, I narrow my eyes down on her. And my sleek fingers pluck
at the strings of Marlene.
Instantly, waves of ultra-sonic, stone-tearing energy cut through the
barriers of the crisp air, right for Millia. The blast slices through
her shield of hair, and rams into her lower abdomen, knocking the
breath right out of her. I’ll be damned if I let her get away with
what she’s done.
She left me...for that fucking shadow of hers.
She gives her heart to him, but she shows nothing but contempt to me.
She’s the souring angel, while I’m the dirty stain on the floor. But I
have the power now. This is my damn time.
I’m on top now.
What do you have, Millia? What the fuck do you have!? I have power, I
have strength. I have Marlene by my side. What the hell do you know?!
What the hell do you have?! Why the hell do you have the right to turn
me away?!
You can’t ignore me now! You won’t get away with pissing me around
after I gave you my fucking body!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
This world is such perfection (What a sight)
It's just like paradise (For my eyes)
A truly grand creation (What a sight)
From up here it looks so nice (For my eyes)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Uggh...
I...my body...can’t take much more of this...
I yell fiercely as each of I-no’s attacks collide with my body. I feel
me knees giving out on me in addition. I...cannot cope with it all...
The final blast from I-no knocks me straight from my feet, and my body
is tossed across the grass from its absolute force. I cough up small
traces of blood from my throat. She’s...willingly hurting me. But I
can’t bring myself...to fight back.
I don’t want to hurt her...and I know deep down that she doesn’t want
to hurt me. But she blinds herself with that anger...am...I like that?
She once told me that my zealous nature would follow Zato into the
grave. Was she right? Am I...this serious about it?
Why is it that the more I see of this woman...the more I see of
myself?
I can’t ponder it anymore...I feel myself...slipping. And I see her
intimidating presence towering over me. But just before I
lose...consciousness, I realize what is about to happen.
I-no is going to kill me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Here's where we keep the armies, here's where we write those names,
Here's where the money god is, here's our famous hall of shame.
Here's where we starve the hungry, here's where we cheat the poor,
Here's where we beat the children, here is where we pay the whore.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She can’t fucking run from me now. I made sure of that. I have Marlene
at the ready, and my hand is poised to strike at her strings. But yet
I freeze. Just like before, I freeze up when the prospect of killing
Millia.
Why can’t I finish her?
Why am I so besotted with her? I’ve just demolished an entire village
on nothing more than a whim. I slaughtered those blind cattle like the
cheap stock they were. Yet when I see her...I can’t…end her.
Why?
It...can’t be love...I can’t love that cowardly bitch...no...
Why the hell can’t I kill her?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Why don't you...come down too...
It's such a brutal planet, it's such an ugly world
Why won't you...come down too...
This world is such perfection (What a sight)
It's just like paradise (For my eyes)
A truly grand creation (What a sight)
From up here it looks so nice (For my eyes)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I slowly draw up from my sleep. It is dark. And I am in one piece. I
look for her, but I do not find her. All I see is Zato’s body, left
there for me to what I want with. By I-no.
She didn’t end my life, but now she’s gone.
Do I care for her? Or am I...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Right here we stoned the prophets, built idols out of mud,
Right here we fed the lions, Christian flesh and Christian blood.
Down here is where we hung ya, upon an ugly cross;
Over there we filled the ovens, right here the holocaust.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I-no sighed angrily as she waited quietly in the rain for her quarry.
Millia was not her concern anymore. Millia didn’t love her at all. So
there was no sense in wasting her time on the blonde assassin. It
would just be better to do what she did best.
Kill.
A deathly grin tugged at I-no’s lips as she heard a voice all out to
her.
The gruff voice was deep. “Bring that bastard out here.”
“Well, well, well...” I-no began. “Corrupted Flame. You don’t call,
you don’t write, I was beginning to think I’d never see you again,
asshole.”
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THE END
Kaiser’s Afterthoughts
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* Geh. Was it me or was that ending total crap? Geez, I did have a
much better ending for the Kage no Ren’ai series, but...I didn’t like
the road it was going down. A little *too* dark if you ask me. I could
write up the different ending but...eh...Oh well. I’m starting my
Millia/I-no love afresh, with a whole new multi-chapter story.
Although, I can’t say how long you’ll have to wait for it.
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