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Skywalk (Noun)

One of the many different forms of tightrope walking. This activity often takes place outdoors at great heights, between skyscrapers, gorges, mountains or other natural and man-made landscapes. The walker, of course, is at great risk of falling.

But then again, having death at your fingertips is a thrill in itself.

Summary: He was one who precariously walked the line between good and bad. Swayed by a false sense of responsibility and a terrible, ravenous hunger for revenge, he hunted his white haired nemesis to the ends of the earth. So when he finally pulled the trigger and the bullet found its mark, his whole purpose disappeared, and he fell into the abyss, the very one he had been staring into all along. AU storyline from the encounter with Shogo. Pairings undecided.

The Facade Crumbles

I don't want Kogami-san to turn into a killer.

The sky above her bled into a fading orange red. Her eyelids were heavy with fatigue, fluttering with the pain that plagued her body. Just a moment ago, she had felt his arms around her, gentle yet firm. She had known, then, that he wanted to kill. His veins coursed with the determination to chase Makishima Shogo down, filled with the desire, the hunger of chasing his prey until one of them caves under fatigue, under fear, falls into the awaiting clutches of death.

She had tried to look up at him, turned her weary neck and glanced in his direction, hoping that her eyes, brown and shimmering with unshed tears, untold volumes of pain and agony and fear and anticipation, would reach his heart.

He refused to look at her.

A blink, and then she had found herself lying on the asphalt, the smell of burnt rubber tires and baked tar invading her senses. She cast her mind back to a few minutes ago. Makishima had been in the truck and she had been clinging on for dear life.

Kogami had cried out, hadn't he? He had called her name. Akane. But the winds had snatched away her name, swirling them out of her reach, and his voice never reached her. Instead, ironically, she was being carried away, Makishima in the driver's seat, the road passing underneath her with a speed that promised death should she fall.

The shudders of the tires beneath her desperately clutching limbs had rattled her mind, shaking away the fear and filling her with a false hope. She had held Kogami-san's revolver in her right hand, the lone bullet popped in the chamber weighing heavily in her palm. The trigger had been hesitantly fingered, and then, with eyes half shut from the wind, shaking with fear and desperation, she had pulled it. The bullet had found its mark. The screech of tires had rung in her ears, and she had remember briefly being tossed into the air, a doll discarded by its master, until she hit the floor, soil filling her vision, hands clutching at the rough plant before her, blood leaking from her skin.

The click and rattle of a revolver startled out of her hazy reminiscing. Lifting her head slightly, blinking the red out from behind her eyelids, she studied the latent criminal before her carefully. Apprehension, anticipation. Kogami Shinya was one person she would never be able to read, although she should've expected as much from a wild dog whose slipped his collar.

He was standing before her impassively. Perhaps he had realized just how foolish he had been. Perhaps Kogami didn't want blood on his hands after all. Perhaps...She could only dare hope.

A hope that was dashed as the empty shells of the bullets rained down before her.

He brought refills? She wanted to murmur to himself. A laugh of disbelief threatened to escape from her throat. Just where had Kogami-san gotten hold of such weapons? Where did he learn how to use them? They were antiques, weapons from out of the bordered Japan's reach. With the Sibyl System scanning the every actions of its citizens, there should be no way Kogami would be able to procure such weaponry.

Right?

Kogami had managed to accomplish the impossible, after all. He had gotten shot by a shotgun and had survived. He was up and running a few days later, almost as if the wounds didn't bother him in the least. Kogami attained the impossible, fueled only by his need to kill, living off the hatred that boiled deep inside him. Her words hadn't reached him at all. His promise to stay as a detective had been hollower than the revolver that he now held in his hands. She heard the rattle of new bullets being slotted into the chambers and wanted to laugh again. He was filling his hollow wishes now with his own desire to continue the hunt, with dangerous gunpowder and the power to kill in his hands.

"N...No..." Her voice came out as weak, despicable even in her own ears. Her hands trembled, shook with the desire to reach up and hold him back, to stop him from making a mistake that she was certain he would regret.

"This is between the two of us." Kogami answered smoothly. She struggled upright, in time to see his back disappearing into the field. The crunch of his footsteps on modified produce faded away as the sun slowly sank beneath the hills. He would reach Makishima before the day ended, Akane knew. So she did the only thing she knew how to do; picked up the fallen dominator in front of her and left to find the latent criminal that she had to apprehend.

"Do you think you'll ever find someone who is able to replace me?"

Everyone is replaceable, after all. Multiple people can play the same role. I have yet to see the splendor of human souls, although, Kogami Shinya, you have brought me so close to my goal. So close, yet so far, quite the shame indeed. Perhaps if I had been able to evade you this time, I would've finally seen the true beauty of determination. You would've gotten frustrated at my escape yet again, would you not?

We are both hunters in our own right, both so alike, and yet both of us are reaching towards a goal that we will never truly accomplish.

"I sure hope not."

As you should.

Kogami Shinya pulled the trigger.

"STOP!"

Akane was only a few steps too late. They had pulled the trigger at the same time, Kogami and her, a harmony that struck her as ironic as she watched Kogami fall with Makishima. It's a good thing her Dominator was stuck on non-lethal paralyzer mode. As soon as Kogami had pulled the trigger, his Psycho Pass would've increased so that he became a criminal, and if she hadn't locked it, Sibyl would've chosen to take his life.

The two of them toppled forward gracelessly, puppets robbed of their string.

"K...Kogami-san..." Her hands shook with uncertainty, even though the deed was done.

Betrayal. Her mind whispered. Traitor. Kogami will hate you now.

And yet, she could only feel relief, staring at the two criminals before her, one dying, one unconscious and robbed of his freedom. One black haired, one white haired, both hunter and prey and both hateful of the world around them. Both alone.

She shook her head and flicked at the watch on her wrist, waiting impatiently for the hologram to appear. She called for a medic team, voice steady even as clear droplets traced their way down her cheeks. Both of them needed to be treated, after all.

A/N: This is my take on what would happen if the series had not ended the way it did. Tell me what you think! I'll be uploading the next chapter soon.