title: Day & Age -- I. defeat.
characters: Pein, Konan.
summary: The plans that fell apart -- this is how the God's die. This is immortality. This is the soul of change.
rating: M
notes: The first of the many, many, many extra parts to my other story Bitter Refuge. These will not always follow a straight order, most of it should be explanatory in where it takes place in the story though. This is the final moments of Pein, as I never gave him a proper death, I felt it fitting to write it first.
standard disclaimer applies.
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It was after the emtpy maganize clicked and hit the ground, that he realised that he had no more ammunition. He didn't show it, instead he threw his empty gun at the closest man and took the three steps back.
He stopped and turned. He was already at the edge of the tallest building in the heart of the empire. The center of their plans. Below him, he could hear a symphony of sounds: screaming, crying, rounds of guns and the shouts of soldiers with a rhythm of bombs behind all that -- Deidara's part of the plans still seemed to be working.
He had planned for every possible outcome -- except for an empty gun. His legs pressed against the concrete ledge of the building. Stopping, he dropped his hand into his pocket pulling out his communications device, and as soon as he hit call, the bombs stopped, the screaming stopped, the sound of his work just ended.
"Hello, Pein."
"Tobi... Madara."
He had not planned for this betrayal.
His fingers dug into the device. "You planned this, didn't you?"
"Your time, Pein, is not at hand. The men you need to die for you aren't enough -- yet. I thank you though. Without you, what will be possible shall now be realised."
The line went dead.
He looked up. The men who had been chasing him were standing there, bodies rigid, guns pressed to their chest.
He could hear a whirring and booming behind him. His coat and hair was blowing in front of him. He already knew who it was: Konan. Her job had been aerial reports. He knew that she knew, and probably had known all along that it would come to this.
Could it have ever been anything else?
"It is a cycle." As he turned to step onto the ledge, he could see what was going to happen in his eyes -- that unnerved even the hardest of men and the most trusting of children -- he saw his body fly out with the impact of the bullets, and from all angles he could see the way his back would bend and how he would fall. How the spray of blood would follow and splatter against the grey building and its blue tinted glass -- how Konan would use her helicopter to crash into his body and then into the building as it flew at a angle. He would never be captured. He would burn at the head of this great pier with no humanity left.
He could see it all, for he had planned this.
Shoulders square, he again faced the group of soldiers.
"Now," Commanding as he ever did. "Make me your God."
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