Disclaimer: Don't own ultimo.
His breaths were heavy and far apart. He was not tired. He couldn't be and he had no use for breathing. He did it because he wanted to be more like his master, more like yamato-sama, more human. He looked infront of him and the only thing he saw amongst the baren landscape was his brother, Vice.
Vice's glare was as menacing as ever and filled with misplaced anger. His enlarged green arms tensed and readied for another strike.
"I don't wanna fight anymore."
The green brother was surprised by his comment and couldn't help but laugh.
"HAHAHA!!! you say that NOW!" an evil grin adornd his face, "When there's no one left to protect! Face it, Ultimo! We're all that's left! Everyone's dead and soon you will be too!"
Ultimo just stared at the ground. He felt like he could cry as all the people he came to care about flashed through his mind. He remembered how they all died. How Yamato-sama died. How he ran away and hid himself as all his brothers and sisters battled and brought death and destruction to the world. The red head looked at his brother.
"What will you do?"
Vice pulled back at the question, "What?"
"What will you do whan I'm gone?"
Vice stops for a moment but quickly shakes it off. The evil twin growls and charges at the good twin. His fingers, now razor sharp, pierce Ultimo and tears him into two. The two pieces of ultimo land on the ground as Vice lets out a laugh.
"I-I'm s-sorry brother," ultimo said and vice stops his laughing and turns his attention to his brother, "now you are truely alone."
Ultimo's eyes dims and he dies. Vice stands for a few seconds in realization, then drops to his knees.
Author's notes: Nothing much to say here except that I found the manga, I loved it, I was listening to breaking benjamin's "Breath" while writing this so that's probably the inspiration.