I step into the bright light of the building, my footsteps echoing emptily. It always seems like I'm the only one here; that could be due to the fact that I always complete my missions the earliest.
"Welcome back, Kanda," that slimy, filthy voice purrs out of nowhere. I got used to the surprise of it long ago. "How was your mission…?"
"My mission was completed successfully," I answer to no one, pulling a manila folder out of my pocket and observing it again out of the corner of my eye. "Allen Walker was terminated early this morning."
The neon footprints in the floor light up, telling me to go where I already know I need to go. "Good job, Kanda…burn his files."
Tyki's voice clicks off right after that with no further orders. My disgusting boss that everyone here works for, looking everyday like he was pulled straight out of the Mafia. Maybe that's what you would call the disputes between our place and theirs—more commonly referred to as 'Good vs. Evil'. I'm fully aware that I'm on the side of evil, and don't prefer calling it such, but everyone around here just sticks to the old cliché.
I follow the path in the floor to the cremation room—a simple 20 steps away. The room is as spotless as everything else in the place—clear and white. I never understood how they could keep such a place so perfectly in order. Well, not really to that respect—the cremation room is where files are burned, but there isn't any ash splattered like paint across the walls. No, the only way you can detect that it's the cremation room is the smell…it always smells like ash and blood.
The footprints disappear, alerting me that I'm where I'm supposed to be. As I do for every one of the victims, before burning their existence, I take one last look at their file.
Allen Walker
Nationality: British
Weight: 58 kg
Height: 168 cm
Age: 15
Status:
Just as always, the status is left blank. Whenever we get a file with a blank status, that's our mission—to murder the target, then bring their file back here and hide their body. It's a different place every time; sometimes it's a rushing river, and then the corpse is discovered at the pool of a waterfall by some hikers. Other times the body is burned so it's beyond recognition, then tossed in a dumpster, later to be discovered by a random homeless man. Different every time, and with the whole world as your hiding spot, it takes months, sometimes even years to confirm the death.
The file is slid onto the side table, and I press the ink stamp into the red pad, throwing it down right above the bold word 'status'. The stamp reads terminated, and I sign my signature next to it—a scribbly letter 'K'. The computer scans the file quickly, a noise confirming its completion, notifying me it's time to say goodbye to the lonely British teenager.
"Allen Walker, hm…?" My own voice speaks as I step towards the neatly laid charcoal where several tiles should be. They flare crimson, and I throw down the file, watching it dissolve into white hot ash. The smell of iron and blood fills the air pleasantly, and I inhale deeply, enjoying its scent.
"Well, goodbye then." With that, I turned my heel and left the room.
Author's Comments
So! If you clicked this, you are a fan of my sad little neglected pairing. Always in the shadow of Yullen... /shudders
Anyway, thank you for reading! In case you didn't get this, it's a spin-off of the Vocaloid song 'The Last Revolver" sung by Gumi. I called it the last blade because I didn't want to say katana, I mean, I have some dignity...
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