Takano stared down the group of children, shielded by a small girl with horns. How she despised them. Her grandfather's work. It was over. It would never see the light. Everyone would laugh at it eternally...
No.
She couldn't leave it like that. It would disgrace her grandfather. She looked up once more at the red eyed girl, her small dress being thrown about by the wind, and made her decision. "So shoot, child of man! Let fly this sin which cannot go unborne!" the girl's mature voice rang out, and the wind seemed to move with it.
"Alright. Alright!" She jammed back the hammer, and pulled the trigger. A bullet flew. And only shortly after, they were laughing at her for missing.
"But... at this range...how..." Then she saw it, and it turned her shock into a cheshire grin. "Oh, Maebara, might want to clean that up." They turned around, and saw it. He was the only one not laughing. Because he was choked. There was a clean hole to the left of his center chest, puncturing a lung, and ripping apart part of his heart. Blood pooled around it. He could do nothing but fall forward.
"Keiichi!" Everyone rushed around him. Almost everyone. Hanyuu only stared at the girl who had just removed one person from their world. There were no more do-overs. Keiichi...he retired early, because of this fucking bitch. But Hanyuu knew not to stoop to her level. While Takano laughed, Hanyuu recited a few words.
In a pitch black void, shards were falling. Souls, trapped in a state of eternal prison. The picture they were stuck replaying shone in the void. A lone girl stood there, a more matured image of a little girl that people in Hinamizawa knew well. Her dark blue hair covered her eyes as a shard fell into her hand. The picture of a blonde girl running, scared, and alone shone on it. She was young. The woman let's out a grin, one of the few coming from inside her, and disappears with the entire scene.
Mion held up Keiichi's head as he coughed up blood, oblivious to the disappearance of Takano. She was focused entirely on him. She let him cough onto her shirt, too weak to move his head away. She didn't care.
"Keiich-kun..." Rena looked at this broken man with tears in her eyes. She remembered all the time she spent with him...his hand on her head...everything. It was all disappearing in an instant. Her thoughts raced back to a world that never happened, an event that never existed. Her simply lying in Keiichi's arms on a roof, sobbing, with sirens below them.
Satoko looked at Keiichi. Or...dare she say it...her Nii-Nii. He had deserved the title. He was a replacement for Satoshi, and filled the role without complaint, and filled it perfectly. Her mind flashed back. Him scratching her head at a dinner table, after his house almost burned down...tears filled her eyes at the thought of losing him.
Rika screamed at him to get up. To keep fighting. "Keiichi! You told me! You said we could break fate! So don't be a hypocrite! Break fate! Get up and fight!" But she knew it would do no good. It was already too late for him. The wound was too deep. "No...no...I don't want this world! I don't want a world where Keiichi isn't here!" She thought back, more easily than the others, to all the times Keiichi had been a leader. Had been important. In her honest opinion, she considered Keiichi the leader of the club. But she would never tell Mion.
Speaking of Mion, she looked around. Mion was nowhere to be seen. "Mion?" The others looked up and around as well. Mion hadn't said a word, and now she had disappeared.
"Where's Mion?" Rena asked with fear in her eyes, her voice quivering.
"Let her go, for now. She needs to vent. We all do." Hanyuu was still looking out towards the sun, and replied without looking back. Then, the Banken moved in.
It was finally over. The final world. But, did Rika want it to be?