A/N: Hello, hello! I'm soooo glad I'm able to post again^___^First of all, I wanna say one more thank you to all my readers!!! Please leave more reviews, it's so interesting to read them)) Second, here I come with a collection of short stories in different styles about Giriko/Justin! I worked a lot on this project, and it's gonna be my first story with a hell lot of chapters)) Please enjoy) And the third, the most important thing. I'm currently looking for an English-speaking beta to check on my grammar mistakes, 'cause, you know, a human is a lot better then a dictionary! I don't really know about "find yourself a beta" system in here, so please, write me if you're interested))) Domo arigato!

Day of the doom.

It was really cold at the Brew Island, all covered with snow and blowing over by the cold winter winds. The only way one can warm himself there was to move and don't stop. So both of them did, warming themselves with sharp and quick fighting moves. It continued long enough to make them lost their breath, and they caught the air, breathing heavily and hungrily. Suddenly one of them stopped.

- Giriko! I wanted to tell you something, since our last meeting! - Spoke in his loud, young voice Deathscythe Justin Law. Giriko stopped too, panting, and watched Justin carefully as he spoke:

- I...

His voice was suddenly covered with shooting sounds. Giriko raised his head up to the sky - from a cliff above Arachnophobia soldiers were shooting at his enemy from long threatening riffles. Justin was a perfect target, dressed in his usual black and grey that contrasted so strongly with snow around them. Justin twitched as the bullets made a few more little, almost invisible holes in the snow besides him. Giriko groaned and yelled:

- Stop! Stop it!

He ran to Justin, waving his hands to soldiers like mad. He stood in front of the priest and yelled again, his voice cracking at the highest notes:

- Shit, I said stop shooting! Stop the fucking shooting!

He was interrupted by another series of quick shots, and his last word hung up in the icy metallic air. Then he slowly fell on his knees into the snow. Up on the cliff edge, Arachnophobia soldiers at last stopped to shoot. They gathered to watch their leader shot in the snow, they talked loudly and frightfully, one of them dropped his riffle and ran down to report about the accident.

Justin could hear how snow squeaked under his steps as he ran to his enemy. He caught Giriko and held him from falling into snow. At the first sight everything seemed just fine.

But then, as he turned nearly senseless engineer to himself, he noticed a vividly red gout running on his stomach. Giriko coughed painfully. Justin sharply pulled the earphone's wires, taking them away. The silence around was disturbing, but not complete. He heard fragments of soldiers' emotional speech, and the air ringing tensely, and Giriko's breath, sharp and hard. Engineer's lips twitched, and Justin leaned closer to listen, although he could hear everything clearly.

- You... Got that earphones out... for me at least, huh?

And a hoarse cracked laughter. He coughed again and turned away to spit out blood. At the white glowing snow it bloomed with wild vividness. Giriko sat up heavily; Justin helped him, holding him by shoulders.

- What did you... want to tell me?...

- Ah, Giriko-san... I'm sorry, it's all my fault...

Giriko grabbed Justin's robe's collar and yanked him down to his face.

- Stop fooling around... What the hell did you want to tell me, you... damn priest?...

Justin was silent for a moment or two, collecting his strength to say what he wanted to say. He wished he was mute, as his earphones were, first time for hell how long.

- I can't be with you, - He said at last. He embraced Giriko and looked into evil amber of his eyes.

- I talked to my God. He won't forgive me if I leave him now and go with his enemy. He... He needs me, he needs my help, I have to protect the world from Arachnophobia and from resurrected Demon God... I can't go with you...

Giriko coughed painfully, trying not to break the eye contact with his opponent. Justin gently held him, waiting for Giriko to regain his ability to talk.

- You... you son of a bitch... you brought me to the point when I agreed to leave Arachnophobia for you!... To leave my sister, damn it! And now you say you can't be with me?!...

- I-I told you, you could have join our side, God will forgive you, Giriko-san!

- Don't you tell me about forgiveness!... - Yelled Giriko, and immediately bent in half, coughing blood on pure white snow. Justin held him as he groaned hoarsely from pain.

- You noisy priest bastard... I thought we'll leave our sides, leave this war, and just live aside from all of this... I never thought I can leave war... the only meaning of my life... For someone like you!

Law's lips trembled. Giriko looked at him defiance and wickedly, with a thin trail of blood coming down from the corner of his mouth, with big vivid gout blossoming on his stomach, and the world blurred before Justin's eyes as they filled with salt water of despair.

- Giriko-san... I'm so sorry... I'll do everything for you, you know!

Giriko tightened his grip on priest's robe.

- Then leave that fucking Shibusen and let's run away! Don't you value this damn sacrifice peace of shit of mine?

- Giriko-san... I... Please, don't make me choose between two most important things...

- Then go to hell, - Roughly interrupted him Giriko, again turning away to cough away blood and trying to repress vomiting inclination. He moaned through gritted teeth, pressed his hand to his stomach and bent, tucking his head into the snow. Justin took his face in both hands and lifted his head, murmuring useless and desperate things like "look at me!" and "Giriko-san, can you hear me?" and some other things he didn't care to remember. He almost wished he didn't believe in God, so he and this man that was suffering from eternal bleeding in his arms could leave everything they had and just live together without all this battles and wars and violence and blood. He hummed a prayer nervously to himself as he held Giriko's head so he won't choke himself with his own blood.

- Back, step back from Giriko-sama! - A hysterical voice thrilled through the tense air, and Justin sharply raised his head to see a group of soldiers, probably the same that shot him from the cliff, running clumsily through the snow. Riffles in their hands glowed with threatening black.

- Step away, or we'll shoot you right there! - Yelled one of the soldiers, as a half of a dozen riffles directed at Justin. He slowly let Giriko from his embrace, carefully laying him on the ground, and uncertainly stepped a few meters back, looking only on his blooded opponent, and his opponent looked only at him. Even when a couple of soldiers pounced to Giriko with stretcher, when he was lifted and put on that stretcher, Giriko and Justin didn't break their permanent bound. As the stretchers were lifted by the men, one bent to Giriko and asked, quietly, but still possible to hear:

- What should we do about him?

The soldier nodded in Justin's direction. Giriko didn't break the eye contact as he listened. Justin was almost hypnotized, as he looked into evil deep of Giriko's eyes, a cracked darkness of his pupils, sharply moving his glance lower to his sharp bristly chin and his wet, bloody red lips, only to move again to his eyes with more despair and meet just the sullen pain there.

Giriko's lips twitched:

- Shoot him down.

Soldier spoke uncertainly:

- A-are you sure, Giriko-sama? You didn't want us to shoot before this accident...

- I said kill that bastard! Don't let him escape!

Locks of the riffles clanged as all the soldiers pointed their guns at Justin. Justin still stared at Giriko when one of soldiers barked out order. His lips moved, as the silent words escaped his mouth. Giriko snorted.

- You know I can't do lip reading, coward bastard.