AN: One more random Fan Fiction that i have to start posting, even though it's not done yet. :I


This is the story of how good won.

It's a painful, ugly story; especially for the people who lived it. But Evil himself joined the side of good and stayed, so Dunstan considers it a victory for good. But the survivors think that the pain and suffering was too great for anyone to have won. Even Evil suffered.

I should stop calling him that, Evil isn't his name. His name is Vice. And this is how he became a good person.

Don't believe me? Well fuck you, it happened.


K was still recovering from the ass-kicking he and Vice had received from Dunstan three months prior. Vice couldn't believe how long it took humans to recover from injuries. He knew they were weak and easy to kill, but so were good dôji. But I can kick a dôji's head in and it'll come at me the next day, good as new. Humans take forever. K can barely walk!

And that was Vice's excuse for why he was still buying the NEET's food. He wasn't happy about it, but he would do it anyway. As he waked back from the corner store, someone walked into him.

"Hey! Watch it, jerk!" The girl flicked up her middle finger as she picked up the spilled contents of her bag. Vice smiled, since the deadly sins were busy converting the six perfections, he hadn't fought anyone in a while. Sure, the punk bitch that rammed into him wouldn't put up too much of a fight, but he missed the feeling of blood on his hands. As soon as he decided to kill her, Jealousy and his master stepped in.

"Vice, K's whining is becoming ridiculous."

"WHAT?! I'm on my way, he won't give a damn if I just-" Kodira smiled slightly.

"Yes he will." Vice snarled at them, then looked down at the girl. She was still riffling through her things and paying no attention to the three of them.

"Tch! Fine!" He stepped around her, kicking her bag in the process. She shouted at him again, and he smiled. Next time, I'll kill her. When he went into K's apartment, the ingrate was up on his crutches, drooling.

"Oooh! I'm in LOVE! Thank you Vice, for sparing such a beauty!" He spun through the room as best he could until Vice kicked him over. "GYAAAAH!"

"K, you ingrate! No sweet bread or fatty tuna for you!" He opened the fatty tuna and poured it into his open mouth, then he threw the bread to the sparrows. Vice tossed him a small bottle of sweet n' thick and downed another bottle of concentrate.

"Nooooooo!" K sobbed on the floor, drinking at the same time. Vice rolled his eyes and dragged K back onto his bed. "Oh, thank you Vi-"

"That never happened, got it?" K nodded rapidly.


'You want to join the army?'

'Yes,' she says. Miyuri stands tall with two swords at her side, ignoring the shocked looks on the warriors' faces. Then, the entire hall bursts out laughing. The registrar doesn't, but instead looks to a few of the nearby warriors.

'Throw her out, and make sure she knows her place.' She snarls and kicks and screams curses, putting up as much of a fight as she can, even though five warriors are restraining her. They throw her into the dirt, and two of them turn around to go inside. The tallest one turns back to them.

'Akira, are you coming?' A boy who looks about her age turns his head.

'Nah, but you're welcome to go, Orgullo.' The man turns his back to them and closes the door. Toko spits on Akira, and he pushes her face into the dirt. For what feels like hours they take turns raping and beating her, once they're done they lop off her hair and spit on her.

Once the last of them goes in Miyuri stands up and coughs up dirt, brushing herself off. She picks up her swords and walks out of the capital. She goes back to the forest she lives in and takes off what remains of her dress. She steps under a narrow waterfall and tries her best to wash away the blood, dirt, and hair.

As Miyuri stands under the water, a boy sees her. And he wants to kill her. He hasn't seen a human for a few miles, and he's anxious to feel blood on his hands again. As Vice's hand changes back into a gauntlet, he sees her eyes. They're jet black, but that's not what fascinates him. What fascinates him is that her eyes have no light. No matter the person, they've all had a flicker of life in them, showing their emotions as clear as a heart reading. But this girl has none.

'Hey, lady!' Miyuri turns to him, and quickly covers herself with the remnants of her dress.

'WHAT THE HELL LITTLE BOY HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WATCHING ME BATHE?! IT'S RUDE TO WATCH A NAKED WOMAN, JERK!' Vice's gauntlet had changed back to a hand, and now he has to try very hard to control his temper and keep it that way.

'Wouldja shut up lady?!' She stares at him for a moment, stunned. Then a vein in her neck bulges.

'No I will not! Sheesh, you have no respect of your elders, little boy!'

'Stop saying that, I could be older than you, bitch!' Vice tries to calm down again, this is too much effort to just learn about her eyes. 'I was just wondering what happened to you to make your eyes look like that!'

'Like what?'

'Dead. They look dead.' She thinks for a moment, and he can almost tell she's going to lie.

'I have no idea.'