Yukiteru once had everything. Once, he had a mother who loved him, a father who cherished him, a life that he thought was perfect.
Once, they were going to go stargazing.
Once, he was happy.
But quickly everything was tumbling, falling, crashing out of control quicker than he could put things back together. Everything was beginning to move out of his grasp; sanity, reason, truth. Slowly, quickly, rapidly, casually.
Yukiteru now has nothing. Now, he has a dead mother who loved him once, a father who cherished nothing in his death, a life that was far from perfect.
But he had Yuno. Yes, he had Yuno and his diary and her diary and the chance to become God of Time and Space and undo all the wrong, bring everything back into perspective and reform his perfect life from the ground up. Yes, nothing was lost yet. There was still hope, still reason, still a chance...
So much had been taken, though. So much gone, so little given back. His heart, his innocence, his sanity and remorse. Everything human about him had been stolen, ripped from his chest and forced into the black void he only imagines you'd go to when your Future Diary is destroyed. That black void... Oh, how he hoped he could avoid it. Yukiteru could not afford to die.
Yukiteru would never die.
No, he wouldn't. Not as long as he had Yuno. Yuno, the girl he pushed away, the girl he feared, the girl he had insulted numerous times over but the girl who kept returning to him! Why, he constantly used to ask, why does she keep coming back?
The empty void in his being tells him now the reason.
She and he, they are alike now, devoid of anything humane. They can kill without reason, destroy cities without cause, bring havoc and horror without daring to think of anything else. They had nothing but a goal, nothing but each other.
When he told her he loved her, he wonders if he meant it.
It's hard to tell what he means anymore; there's nothing to feel, nothing to make him see that he's human, nothing to hint that he's alive.
Inside he's empty, hollow. The hand he holds is cold and lifeless, the weapon in his other equally so. He and Yuno – that's all he needs right now. He and Yuno and a gun and a sword. Together they can kill, together they can rule.
Everything is fake suddenly, every action, every word such an act. His life is no longer perfect. His mother no longer loves him, his father no longer cherishes him. They're dead. He's dead. They're all dead.
Life is not life, he realizes. Life is a play performed by actors who can't get their lines right. There's always one slipped word, always one wrong tone that lets him know they're lying, that this isn't life.
So he shoots them. These actors are worthless, anyways. Thousands more where they came from, thousands more to amuse him. Thousands more to try to convince him that he is alive, that he is not something inhumane, that he is righteous. He is God, deserves to be, will always be.
God.
It is what he aims for, what he will not relinquish.
Tightly he grips the gun as he raises it against yet another.
A small pull of the trigger and he watches as another bleeds out before hollow and empty eyes. There is no remorse, no regret; the laws no longer apply to he, to the dead.
He smiles as he looks to Yuno, her eyes bright and smile just as wide as his. They are alike. Both are dead, both are aware of the sacrifices, both understand the necessity of detachment.
Both don't care how far they become from humanity now. Both only need each other. Need the gun and the sword and the hand they hold. Both only need support from the other.
Life. Death.
Nothing matters, it seems.
Nothing but the thought of his goal, of his revenge, of his final life.
Yes, one day, Yukiteru will return to that beginning, to his 'once upon a time'. One day, he will have everything again...