Title: Simple and Clean
Rating: M
A/N: I don't own ULTIMO or any of it's characters. All oc's belong to their rightful owners.
Summary: No matter how we get closer, the end is never been in sight. The pieces are set, the characters are ready. There's the matter of the Dolls and Douji, and of the Hundred Machine Funeral. Wills will be pushed to their limits, secrets brought to life, and the dreams of those forgotten will finally be remembered. The realization: there may not be a happy ending to every story.
"Though I'd die to know you love me, I'm all alone." -Evanescence, Missing
Prologue
I can't breathe. It hurts too much to breathe. A warm liquid coats my skin and tongue.
Fate. Who is the one that decides the outome of every little thing that roams the Earh? Is it a God of some sort? Or is it we ourselves?
The sound of a panicking voice. It's scared. He's scared.
It's alright. I'm scared too.
I wouldn't have chosen this for myself. But then, maybe it was more suited to myself than that of another. I won't complain about it, I can hardly choke out a sentance without having to breathe.
I have to talk to him. Comfort him, it will be all right in the end. He's holding me, so warm. So very warm.
I'm cold.
Twelve years ago, I met a type of person. A person called a KarakuriDouji, a mechanical boy. He was different, even among his own. Just a simple meeting changed the entire course of my life. Whether it was for better or for worse, who could say?
Whoever it be by, God or Man, we walk down paths set before, held together by a fragile web consisting of delicate strands of thread. As we burn bridges, those threads too shall burn.
"It's alright, Pardonner will make the pain go away."
"I don't feel the pain anymore."
This isn't the outcome I would have chosen. I don't think he would have chosen this either.
But maybe...
"I love you."
Maybe this was how it's supposed to be.
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