"The human race has fallen." Her father told her, as they hide in his laboratory underneath the bowels of, what was once called, the capital of the world.
Now it was but a wasteland. Whenever they sneaked out, under the cover of darkness the smell of oil, rottening flesh, and fums would always greet them. Yakumo hadn't seen the sun for months, and she didn't want too. Seeing the earth in light would have just made the reality of the state, or lack of it, of humanity more apparent.
Everyday, she would wake up with hopes this would be a nightmare, and the sun would greet her, along with the sounds of traffic outside the window, and the smell of her mother burning breakfast. But it was never the case. She awoke everyday (Or night, you really couldn't tell underground) to see total blackness, to hear the sounds of rats crawling through the pipes, and the constant sound of water dripping.
"I have lost contact with the hold out cell in Vancouver-" Her father continued, '-that was the last outside contact we had." Yakumo didn't feel sadness at this, oddly enough, or maybe not odd at all. She hadn't seen another human, but her father, in over five years...since King Franken's invasion of East Coast of the United States and Canada. It seemed that other people had become as distant of a memory as the sun had "Five years ago we had exactly 758 contacts...but now only us remain." At this a coldness came over Yakumo, as she looked over at her father in the dim lighting.
"Does that mean...we are the last." At this her father gives a pause.
"I doubt that, Yakumo. We are likely among the last, but I doubt we are the only ones. There are probably some holdouts that were too scared to make contact, and some without technology at all...probably hidden in isolated parts of the human world." Yakumo knew that her father is lying. But she wants to believe it. The 758 holdouts were among the most advanced protective shields of humanity. Enterrans were advancing everywhere, and carving out new villages and cities for themselves in the wake of their former masters' demise. Any holdouts that were primitive, for lack of a better word, would have been sniffed out and hunted years ago.
Tears begin to well up in her eyes. All alone...while people were so far away from her...the idea of being the last in a world surrounded by enemies. She whipped her tears before her father could see and excused herself for the night, saying she was tired.
It was not a lie.
Yakumo is tired. She is very tired. Tired of living like an outlaw in her own land, tired of hiding, tired of being scared, and tired of the darkness...and the almost eternal quiet of the underground lab.
She soon regrets that.
The alarms blare loud, and for the first time in five years she sees bright colors.
But it is a color she never wants to see.
Red.
An Enterran has broken in. This was it. She hears the sound of her father running after her.
"Yakumo!" He cries, before she can turn. She feels her father grave her wrist. She turns to see the most frightened expression she has seen on him (or anyone) in five years. A gun is in his free hand.
"Run." He says, desperately. Yakumo heart lurches, as she realizes this will be the last time she will ever see her father. If the Enterrans invading them were strong enough to get through her father's defenses then there is no way a simple handgun would do it.
He was buying her time.
"Daddy, I lo-" Before she can get her last declaration of love out, a blast shakes the building, almost knocking her over.
"Yakumo, Go, now!" Her father runs off in the direction of the sounds. Yakumo can't even steal a glance at him, before he turns a corner. She knows what she has to do now, she runs. She has to make it, make it to Hakubo, and go inside the energy pod...it would keep her safe...that had been her father's words...and plan.
The plan if they were invaded...to go inside the pod and sleep...until the war was over then somehow find a way to restore of the human race.
It was all up to her.
In the distance she hears a gunshot...but none following it. Her father...but she couldn't stop, not now. Not with Hakubo in such close range. It was the sheer adrenaline in her blood now that kept the thoughts of despair away now. Thoughts that would stop her.
Thoughts that would really lead to the end of the human race.
Finally, she reaches the doors on Hakubo's lair, the sliding doors open at recognizing her DNA, and she stumbles in, catching her breath, as the doors shut and lock behind her.
There between the flashes of red, and darkness surrounding Hakubo. Unawakened now, but one day that would change.
There is no time for thoughts like that. She runs over, and braces herself for going into the pod when the lab door explodes.
The shock knocks her off her feet, her face hitting Hakubo's soft inner foam. The lights change. They are bright, lighting up the room. Her father could never afford the power to light up on a single space for long. She can count on both hands the times he had lite up at least one room in these last five years.
She blinks, as her eyes try to adjust to the incoming light that she is far from use too.
But she doesn't have time to adjust. She hears heavy footsteps behind her. Yakumo gasps, as she forces herself with her elbows into a standing position. Her heart feels like it is about to come out of her chest. That would likely to be a godsend compared to how the creature behind her is going to end her.
Speaking of that, the creature's footstep's stop. Yakumo feels a bead of sweat run down her forehead. A part of her doesn't want to look, just feel whatever attack this Enterran has, and let her be done with.
But there is no other movement. She holds her breath and slowly turns.
There she sees the Dark King standing in the light, blade drawn, with a smile that could cower the bravest men.
She has not seen an image of him in years, but she has never forgotten him. Never. She remembers being there at time square when the footage of the Samurai Enteran standing on top of the Effie Tower emerged, and that face. The beautiful, terrifying face, twisted into his battle cry and with one blast of his powers destroyed over half of Paris. She barely managed to locate her father after the panic ensured.
But she never forgot him, especially not that look when he first let the world know of his power. He is wearing it now. It is a smirk of confidence.
Both Enterran and human don't move, as though under a spell. Finally, with one step forward, Mushrambo draws his sword. On instinct, Yakumo gives a small shriek, and tries to move back. But Hakubo is to her back, so she can no longer move backwards. She can only lean her back over the foam inner padding of the machine.
This only makes the demon smirk more. He aims at the tip of his blade at her throat. Her entire body stiffens, as the tip of the blade, ever so slowly, comes to her throat. Mushrambo is clearly enjoying the terror that must be in her eyes. The terror he has seen countless times in humans before.
Yakumo finally feels the blade tip at her throat, just barely avoiding going deep enough to draw pierce her skin and draw blood.
By all rights she should look away in terror, but she doesn't. She just freezes, staring into the dark eyes of her soon to be murderer.
Then against all reasons a peace settlers among the terror she feels. She waits for him to make another move, but he doesn't. The blade makes no move to finally pierce her throat, and end her life.
There is silence, but she breaks it.
"I know you are going to kill me, so do it!" She raises her voice in challenge, "I have lost everything from my home, the sun, and-" Her voice breaks at the next part. "-I know you took my father from me. I have nothing left to live for." Finally, tears start to, ever so slowly, stream out of her blue eyes.
She feels the blade gives the slightest push against her throat, and she closes her eyes on pure instinct. This is it, her mind thinks.
But then the blade tip withdraws again, and she can no longer feel it, just a small trickle of blood from where it briefly pierced her skin. Yakumo slowly opens her eyes again. The blade is now several inches away from her throat.
Was this demon getting a sadistic pleasure out of holding her life in his hands, and toying with it? Probably, it wouldn't come as a surprise since he had killed so many before.
"You are the last." Mushrambo, finally speaks. Yakumo blinks, now a sense of absolute despair that has been growing in her for he last five years comes to full bloom in her heart, and the thorns mercilessly stab every inch of heart.
"No..." She whispers, uselessly. It is a denial. She knows it. The demon knows it.
"Yes." He says, "You and your father were the last. Now that your father is gone...that makes you the last and mine." She sees the sadistic smirk on features she would have called beautiful if she didn't know him.
Yakumo looks down for a moment, as the revelation washes over her. But it is not that shocking...somewhere in her heart she had known that she and her father were the last. But now with her father is gone...she is all that is left. Over ten thousand years of history and progress, and there is nothing now to show for it, but her.
The last human raises her head again, with a fresh wave of tears.
"Before you kill me, tell me one thing. Was it worth it?" Her tone is not demanding, or accusing as one would expect in such circumstances. It is just a simple question. "Was so much death and destruction worth satisfying your hate and vengeance against the human race? Was it worth it for you to have so much blood on your hands."
The demon pauses, his expression faltering to an impersonal mask. For the briefest of moments Yakumo wonders if she has somehow reached the soul of this creature that wasn't worthy of being called Enterran, or human, just a monster.
Her foolish hopes are dashed again, when not only does that cruel smirk return, but even stronger.
"You ask me if it was worth it, human?" His voice is so full of confidence at his violence that it makes Yakumo feel even more disgusted at him, "It was." He continues, "To see your people, in all their arrogance and pride, being wiped off the earth. To hear the screams as they died in pools of a mix of their own blood and their children's blood. To see the creations your race took so much pride in being tore down."
"Why yes, human, it was worth it. Ever last drop." He says it with such sadistic glee for even a demon that Yakumo has to take pause. She looks down.
"Monster..." She says. She hears a rustle of movement, but doesn't look up, until she feels fingers cup her chin and force her to look up. She knows she is not hiding the fear in her features as her face is just inches away from the dark king's.
"If you think I am a monster, you should look at your own race first, and judge who the real monster is. The ones with the greatest crimes against the human race isn't me, or the other Enterrans, but humans themselves." Yakumo is about to question this, but she feels him press a finger on her lips, causing her to shiver, as an order to let him continue.
Yakumo obeyed.
"Surely, you have read human history back when you were in school? Well, it only gave the half truth for the most part, but human history is too barbaric, and bloody to leave such things out completely. I can see it in your eyes. You know what exactly I am taking about. Every evil that can be thought of, and some dare not think, has been done by humans to other humans. And often been glorified by your kind" He then gave a maniacal laugh that makes Yakumo lose her composer again, and let fear visibly take over her features. He doesn't miss then and grins all the further.
She fails his finger trail across her lips, only increasing her terror further. This visibly pleases him. His eyes then darken.
"In a way, I can almost thank your kind for not being near as cruel to Enterrans, as you have each other. But not quite. You still treated Enterrans like slaves, using us for your dirty work, butchering our bodies in experiments. In your arrogance you never saw that the race you kept making stronger would one day overcome you, and pay you all back for your abuses." He gives another laugh, which makes Yakumo try to look away, but he roughly turns her head back, forcing again her to look at him.
"I cleansed the earth, no Enterra, of your race. Now my race can live in dignity now that their masters are nothing, but shadows of the past."
At this Yakumo finally is somehow able to regain hold of herself. Her eyes are now red from the tears, but she isn't going to cry anymore.
"I see...then it is time for me to take my place among the rest of my kind." But then her gaze softens. "Mushrambo." She addresses him by his name for the first time, "I pray that one day you will find peace. Real peace, not the kind you seek in bloodshed. Since you know so much of human history you should know that bloodshed has never brought peace the human race. But maybe...once I am gone, you and the rest of the Enterrans can find a way...a way of living in peace that humans never could."
Yakumo begins to cry again, but now she is smiling.
Now it is Mushrambo's turn to look startled, but it is only a monumentally phase. He then laughs.
"I must admit...it is fitting that you are the last human because you are unlike any human I have ever meet. Most die, either cursing my name, or begging. But you want for me and my race to be happy. That is almost inhuman."
"But not enough to spare me." The last human quickly adds. "I can't say I'm ready to die...but I will accept it." She inwardly braces herself for the sharp feel of a blade tearing through her flesh. Again, she closes her eyes on instinct.
But her eyes fly wide open when she feels lips pressing against her's. She opens her eyes and sees the demon is kissing her. Terror and confusion mix within her as she tries to struggle and lean away from him for the first time.
However, his grip is too powerful. She looks up at him, the shock evident on her face.
"Why...?" is the only word she manages to get out. Mushrambo then drops his blade, it sound rings out in the now dead silence of the lab. He takes his now free hand and runs it through the brown strands of her hair. His grip on her as lesson, but now Yakumo is more terrified to move than when he had his blade at her throat.
"Why?" He repeats her question to her, "Don't make a mistake, human, and I think I planned on this. I came into this laboratory with the full intent of killing you." He trails his hand down her neck, and she moves away on instinct, but his grip is so powerful that there is little way she can. "But there is no logical reason to kill you. There is not a male human alive, so you have no hope of ever starting up the human race again."
"But that is still not the reason you aren't killing me. You have too much passion in ridding the world of the human race too be stopped by that mere fact."
The demon grins.
"Astute as well." He gives a nod, "No, that is not why I am not killing you." He suddenly graves her shoulders, but not hard enough to cause her pain.
"If I killed a human like you...one who would die with such dignity-" He begins pressing her downward onto Hakubo's foam bedding, Yakumo is confused; not sure what his actions mean. "-it would be too much of a credit for the human race to go out like that." He shakes his head.
"No, I come up with a much better idea on how to deal with the last human."
Yakumo still has no idea what he is talking about.
Then he presses his knee between his legs, and she understands completely. Her stomach fills with lead. She is about to beg, but a surprisingly soft kiss stops her. She looks up in absolute terror as the demon, known as Mushrambo, gives a sadistic grin.
"A much more satisfying end to the human race."
If you read this story, please review. I don't want to be an author who begs for reviews, but I really want to know if the Shinzo fandom is dead, or not. Favs, and follows don't tell me anything.
Note: If you found Yakumo a bit OOC from the show that was done on purpose. In the show she had the mind of a seven (at beast) year old girl, and here she matured naturally because she didn't age in the pod.
