Heh guys! This was just a quick writing I came up with the other day, and thought that I would post it. It's a different style of writing for me, so if you like it PLEASE let me know...I would greatly appreciate your feedback!

As I slink my way up the long twisting staircase that leads to your bedroom, I can hear my heart, as it begins to beat out of my chest. I haven't see you in so long, and my soul yearns to be next to you once again. My sword feels heavier on my back than I can ever remember and it weighs me down as I push on.

As I reach the top of the stairs, I look down the long hallway that leads to your room. It won't be long now, until we are together again. I raise my hands slowly, and thumb the tops of my guns, that are neatly strapped to my thighs. They have never let me down the way that you have. They have never left me alone with my feelings of hatred and despair. But you don't know that do you? And if you did...would you even care? Do you even remember what it feels like to care for another, the way that I care for you?

I walk methodically, as I feel time begin to slow around me. I can hear the hard, ragged breath escaping my lips as my boot buckles jingle from below punctuating every step I take. I stop in front of your door, and lay my hand on it's hardwood surface. I can almost feel you behind the door, calling to me, insulting me, daring me to come closer.

As I turn the handle slowly, I close my eyes at the cold chill that creeps up my spine. The room is dark and erie, as the only light illuminating your bed is from a candle that is nearing it's death on your nightstand. I wonder...did you leave it lit for me? You knew that I was coming..didn't you? I slowly close the door behind me, as I make my way over to your large bed. I see your figure under a pile of royal blue satin.

Gently, I take a seat on the bed next to you. I inhale deeply, as your scent invades my nostrils, making me feel intoxicated with lust, just like the last time we were together. Do you remember that moment as well somewhere in the deepest parts of your mind? Do you remember how it felt when I touched you and told you that I would love you forever? You don't know that world anymore...do you?

I touch your soft, pale face gently with the back of my fingers. I close my eyes. My god...I still love you just as if it were yesterday. I can see flashes of us, playing as children in your parents backyard, walking on the beach, making love to eachother... What happened to those days? I want them back so badly my stomach is in tight knots. But I know that I can never have those days back. And even if I could, would I want them now, after everything that we have been through? I know the answer to my own question deep down, but refuse to let my mouth voice the words.

I silently draw Rebellion from my back and set it on my lap. Am I doing the right thing? I don't know anymore. Maybe you were right. Maybe I should want things like power, and dominance. No. That is not what our father would of wanted. Father...I am weak...give me the stregnth to do what I know needs to be done, and then forgive me when it is over...

I stand up as the blade of my sword reflects your face like a blood stained mirror. Please forgive me for what I am about to do...

I plunge the sword into your heart and watch as your eyes shoot open, staring right into my soul. I sit down on the bed next to you once more, as I look into my own glossy blue eyes. You look weakly at the blade in your chest and then back to me. You smile as blood begins to ooze through your sheets and out of the edges of your mouth. Why did you have to smile? You know it hurts me don't you?

My stomach cramps up as I see you mouth my name. I watch as you weakly reach up to the handle of my sword, snaking your cold hand around my own. I feel as you grip my hand tighter and plunge the sword deeper into your own chest. You always were a sick sadistic son of a bitch weren't you?

Feel you move your other hand across the bed and onto mine. You raise our hands together, and put mine to rest on top of Ebony. I look at you in horror, as you tell me to finish you. I draw my gun with your hand still on the barrel. You guide it slowly, until it is positioned between your beautiful blue eyes. You grin at me as you tell me that I don't kill you now, that you will kill me later.

I can feel my eyes begining to well up as my finger dances on the hairpin trigger of the gun that I made for you. Ivory was always mine. It was the light side to the dark. The dark. Ebony. Now you. Did I know back then, when I made them, that you would become what you have today? A sick premonition of things to come? I guess that I'll never know. Truth be told, I don't want to know.

A bead of sweat drips down my face, as I watch you remove your hand from my gun. You brush away my tear gently as you smile at me. You tell me that I have to do this. That your mind is no longer your own. You tell me that you love me, and have never completely forgotten me. You tell me not to be sad, and to stop being such a big baby. Your comment makes me laugh through my tears. You turn away and close your eyes. Its is time isn't it? That's what you are trying to tell me.

I cock back the hammer of my black gun and close my eyes and pull the trigger. Don't take it personally Vergil...It's just my job.

Please Seeker, and Laylah..if you read this...DON'T KILL ME! R&R for me if you liked this and I will write more of these!