Lost Universe Fanfic

Author's Notes: Okay. Well, even before I became well-known in the Digimon community, I have been well-established in the Lost Universe community. I am good friends with the webmistress of www.swordbreaker.com, and I have for over two years been known as Neena Marcury all over the place, dominantly in the only Lost Universe RPG I am aware of...

Anyway. Lost Universe has been one of my favorite series for the longest time--I've been a Rail fanatic forever. ^o^v So Rail is the main character of this short little series. Right now, I have no CLUE where I'll be going with this...but all suggestions and requests are welcome. I love all of the Lost Universe characters. Rail and Neena just happen to be my favorites.

On with the fic!

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"Nothing?"

"That's what he said."

A young officer's shoulders relaxed, and he sighed. "Insane."

"I dunno, I'm not sure if I could eat a meal knowing I'd die after finishing." another officer filled out a document on the clipboard.

"What could you do?"

"At least he's the last of them. I thought they'd never stop coming."

"Nightmare's a huge corporation. There's hundreds still out there that'll probably never be convicted."

Millenium Feria Nocturne was the only one that was looking around the dimly-lit room. There wasn't much to see--plain brown walls on three sides, and a glass window in front of her. There were also two guards, which stood silently at the door, and neither seemed to even do so much as breathe.

There was a deathly still in the room. Milly could hear Kane Blueriver slowly inhale next to her. She turned to look at him, and to Canal Vorfeed, who sat on his opposite side.

Kane's chest lowered as he exhaled. His eyes were frozen on the glass panel in front of him. his lips were tightly pulled to a line, and his brow was coldly furrowed.

"...it's stuffy in here..." he quietly uttered.

Milly blinked, and noticed the tips of her fingers and Kane's were nearly blue.

Canal Vorfeed didn't look to Kane. She simply watched an officer bring in the man the two younger officers were speaking of previously.

He certainly didn't look like someone to be pitied. He had a smug look on his face, even though his wrists were bound together.

Milly studied Canal's face. Canal was never easy to read...her face was straight, much like Kane's. But her violet eyes were much softer than Blueriver's, they usually were...it was as though Canal was thinking 'I wish there was some other way, but you made your own choices...'. She was accepting, but regretful still.

Milly scolded herself for even attempting to figure Canal out. She vowed to quit doing that months ago.

...but Kane...

Milly looked to Kane, and couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. She looked back to the window, at the convict before them. She was honest with herself, she always had to be...she was more concerned for her colleagues than with this stranger about to be put to death before her eyes.

...was that really all that wrong?

Kane tugged at his mantle's cape as a chill came through the room. Neena Marcury's fingers clutched into her uniform's sleeves, and she pressed her knees together.

The convict's ankles and wrists were strapped down to a table along his sides, and two large straps were fastened across his chest and waist. The security officers made sure they were secure, and stepped aside.

Rail Claymore casually sat next to Neena, his arms crossed, and his face dark and grim. He licked his lips once, and whispered quickly to his assistant--

"Damn, it's cold in here."

Neena took the opportunity to look away from the window, and turned to Rail.

Rail kept his eyes on the convict.

Neena dug her fists into her lap, and continued to watch the execution.

One security guard approached the convict. "What shall be put down as your final statement?"

The convict just barely turned his head, and grinned silently.

Milly's brow furrowed at such arrogance. This man is about to reach the most humbling moment of his existance! How could he have such nerve?!

Kane and Canal both showed no reaction. The officer turned away, and as he exited, he rose a hand to signal another officer, who stood next to a panel on the wall.

The convict's eyes shifted to a red and white clock on a solid white wall.

The officer opened teh panel, in which there were three glass viles. He pressed a button beneath them, and the first glass vile's contents emptied into an IV in the felon's arm.

Twenty seconds passed, and the second vile emptied.

The five watched, each with a drastically different expression.

The convict made fists as the second injection finished. The heartbeat sped up on the monitor.

As another twenty seconds passed, Neena sat up stiffly, and Kane's brow furrowed more. Canal blinked a few quick times, as though to push back a reaction.

The third injection emptied, and the smallest hand on the clock seemed to drag on forever...the convict's pulse began to slow. He inhaled, and slowly exhaled. Slower...slower his pulse became, until he closed his eyes, and his fists began to relax.

The pulse monitor's solid beep rang through the speakers. Neena backed up in her seat, and Rail stilled her by putting a hand over one of her wrists.

The officer re-entered, and switched off the monitor. He took a stopwatch, and checked for the pulse. He looked to the window, and seemed to stare straight at Kane. "Dead at 17:26."

Milly looked at Kane. His shoulders were still stiff, and his face still stern.

Kane remained that way, staring at the window, even when the two curtains were completely pulled shut in front of him.