Darker Than BLACK
The Final Struggle.
Written by Kichigai Okami.
Intro.
The night's air had a cool hiss as it streamed thru the sweat laden bangs of the Black Reaper. Yin lay limp and lifeless in his straddled arms. He walks an unknown distance for what seems like an eternity. His breathing is heavy. His mind is drunk with confusion. Steadily pacing forward, down a grassy hill, his world shattered. The Reaper hesitates to check the pulse of his fragile love. He stumbles warily onward. He is struggling for a glimpse of clarity, barley maintaining his sanity.
He arrives at the bottom of the hill. He kneels and places the nude doll down sitting upright. Wrapping her in his jacket he leans in to listen for a breath. He hears nothing, but is greatly relieved by the faint brush of air against his ear.
Slowly, Yin's eyes crack open. In the faintest voice she whispers "Hei". "Yin" he replies with a sharp but soft voice. "Hei, I'm dying" the whisper continues. "Please… Don't leave me here alone" He replies with shimmering eyes. Yin's eyes close as she remembers these are the words she had spoken so long ago. A lone tear streams down her face as she leans in closer to his embrace. The wind beckons violently before her eyes open once again. "Hei, I don't have much longer." she says in a near muted tone. "What can I do" He quickly spouts. "Live" she says as her eyes close once again. "Without you… I can't" He says as he closes his eyes and clutches her tightly.
At that moment, Hei's outline was lit with Singatron Radiation. Two hollowed outlines of radiation climb from Hei's figure, while the outline around him fades. The two outlines resemble Hei and Bai. The outlines look towards one another and then grasp hands converting them into a bright blue bulb that then shoots into Yin's chest. Yin takes a hastened breath as her eyes shoot open.
Yin walks weakly along the grassy plain. She is aware of what had taken place. She clutches the jacket as the wind pushes her small frame with its path. She looks back towards where she left the shell that once was her best friend, and true love. Her face, full of emotion, lets out a mournful huff as many tears litter her narrow face. She turns and continues forward, unaware of where she is heading.
After a while now her appearance has become emotionless once again. She steps her bare feet onto pavement and pauses. She can hear the engine of a vehicle traveling in her direction. She looks blindly in the direction of the noise.
A black van with covered windows squeals to a halt in front of her. Rapidly three men in suits with SMG's fly out, two of which grab each of her shoulders while the third does a quick sweep of the area. They promptly escort her inside of the van and roar off.