The time of awakening has arrived.
The situation is worsening. Operation Apostle is failing. Class Zero, the elite of the Peristylium Suzaku, has fallen. Broken weaponry lie beside their wounded masters, bleeding and crying. It is their mission to bring about the end of the world and victory for Rubrum.
The card mage lay beside the musician, listening to her soothing song. The archer leans against the sniper, trying to heal her with whatever magic he has left. The mace-wielder is shaking the female grim reaper, who usually laughs in the face of death – but this time, she is not laughing.
The whip-user is searching for the missing pieces of her weapon; the boxer searches with her. They run into the dragoon, who curses the skies as he kicks his broken spear. The katana-wielder is nearby, saying nothing as he looks to the last two trumps. The class president looks exhausted as she aids their main gunner to his best friend, the dragoon.
The transfers tend their own wounds, staying a bit away from the group. Everyone is tired, bloodied, and filthy but they still wear their colors no matter how torn their uniforms are. With their country pride intact, they all seem to curse the Finis – the end that has been thrust upon them.
Orience will not fall under Cid's rule. They were told to make sure of it. They were born into a world with freedom; they wanted to keep it that way.
The transfers glance at their fellow classmates; those twelve have given up so much more than they. It is time they returned the favor. She takes his hand into hers. It will always be her. He laces their fingers together, clasping her hand tightly. It will always be him. They are always together from the beginning and now – at the end.
"Rem."
She clasps his hand in return, her expression fearless but her grip tells him differently. The decision is made between them; it is unanimous.
"Let's go, Machina."
And from their hearts, bright lights shone. A crystal's brand burned against their skin, causing them to shift forms into something more than just human. They hear shouting from their fellow classmates, despairing – they had all promised to return home together, but it was a promise they could not keep any longer. Forgive us. He pulls her into him, wrapping his arms around her. And she returns the warm embrace. Power ripples through their very beings, right to the core; it was raw power that only the strong of heart may use.
Izana would welcome them with open arms soon and very soon. They would always be together – now and forever, going down in history as the legendary Agito.
Disclaimer: The usual. Don't own Type-0.
No humor here, just seriousness. Implied Machina/Rem. I didn't want to use so much dialogue or details; guess I'm a bit lazy. Last Friday Night will be updated Thursday or Monday – due to my procastination of my cosplay for Sac-Anime. I'm going as Queen ha ha. I was going to work on LFN but this plot bunny bugged me a lot. So what did you guys think of this almost 500-word drabble?