ZAKARIAS BERDINAZZI

IF IT'S PEOPLE, IT'S DEATH

IF IT'S ANIMAL, IT'S VULTURE.

It was delirious, at the same time, not delirious. In spite of the profane darkness, a black veil figure had appeared, the darkness was a bark to that hoarse, heavy voice. Their coming as the whispers of a hallucinated madness, their disturbed the tympanes full of unreasonable nodding. His body no longer had the strength to fight, it hurt so much it did not hurt anymore, but it still hurt. That figure was not Death, or maybe it is, or it is not. As that being adjusted his broken body erect to the ground, everything became cold to the touch and his body warmed surprisingly. All became cold, clear, hot, dark, liquid, solid, vaporous, colored, monochromatic, blue, green, green, purple, dark, clear, dark, clear, dark-a cry of pain.

The left leg came back to its right, another agonizing scream, the right leg returned to its place connected to the basin. Only tears could be the answers of his grunidos that soon formed the only word of appeal:

Ma ... to ... Mato ... M..a

The figure remained skeptical at the cry of clemency and continued to utter murmurs of unknown prayers. The left arm returned to the bone that made up the shoulder, more scream, checked the other arm, luckily, was in the prison in the right place, was just twisted, this time a grunt aguniante. The figure drew nearer, and the sound of thieves being sought began, a light appeased. The light was not pleasant, only worsened his perception of the delirious reality of vis crazy follies. She could feel his clothing going away in a few, then his body being wet as a bitter smell permeated the air.

Thanks to the fixed-point light, you could see the picture better. A woman dressed in a black complexion dressing her belly up part of her breasts, but covered with several necklaces full of teeth, pendants and crosses, a cloak covering her shoulders together with her head, the black lace veil covered part of the face, which has a long earring made of the same materials as the necklaces on his neck ending in a cross pinned under his lower lip. This woman had bathed the blue-eyed outherself body, wiping the blood from the skin to show the exposed bruises. With metal bars to straighten his arms and legs, he wore a hot viscous mass on the stitched wounds and then bandaged, with the same mass, passed in the bruises of his skin. After only grunting in pain, the woman stopped her prayers and said.

- Stop thinking you're more lucid, child. Turn around, I need to treat the burn.

- Who is it...

- I define myself as a mere" someone, "but from whence I came I have a name, Zakarias Berdinazzi, is my name, child. Now, turn around.

Rock caught the tears, however the process was fast and returned to the position lying to the ground. His vision became clearer, the light now a simple fire with a few horns holding a pan, it was from where the bitter smell came, ironically afterwards realizing that it was the same smell of mass. Maybe rude, it would be better to say. Zakarias put the spoon into pots of thick glass, there being nothing else in the pot, he put the pots in a coffin. Yes, an old wooden casket scratched in the front an almost well-made cross, wrapped with strips of leathers to carry that coffin, out of instinct, Rock felt he should stay away from it.

- Why the scary face? Did you think the coffin is for you?- Zakarias said, closing the lid on the huge coffin.

- No. I just did not notice you-"

- How nice to have noticed, your fever must have been unsettled. Rest, and thank you for jumping, you really needed to do this ointment. It was almost over. Sleep, it will help to recover your energies, you are very weak, child.

Black Rock Shooter did not resist the request, fell asleep of exhaustion.

Mato was not feeling well. From the beginning of the training match, she had a headache, her body became totally sore from one moment to another and she felt that she would throw up at any moment. Konata soon realized her condition, asked to go to the infirmary or call her parents, Yuu asked to accompany her, but was refused. Mato accepted immediately, she wants a glass of water and a bed, that's all and nothing more for her situation. On her way to the infirmary, she found Saya in the corridors holding some papers, working on the obvious hypothesis, she soon noticed the younger girl's condition.

- Kuroi-san! Are you alright?

- No, I was like that suddenly ... Gup! Come back inside.

- Suddenly? I'll accompany you to the ward, do you want me to call your parents?

- No need Saya, I know how to take care of myself. - and so the younger girl went on her way.

Finally the classes were over and it was time to go home, in theory to some. A group of friends had planned to see something in the movie and leave a little, but Mato had to say that he was not well and would return to his house. Yomi and Kagari worried, Yuu asked if she still ill. Mato replied that it was not much better, the nurse had given a little trouble to ease his discomfort. They agreed that another hour would see this tour.

Together they went to the separation of paths to their homes. Mato came to his house with a single will, to embrace his soft bed. Her mother noticed her condition, she quickly said that she was better, and really was, maybe it was a passing bad, but still wanted her bed.

Mato opened his eyes and realized obviously that he was in Outherworld. On the other hand, she pretended to be at a bottom of an abyss because of the very distant slit of light and only stones around her. What was her outherself doing down here? Her question was answered with something that froze her spine. A large patch of blue and having a blue trail leading in one direction.

Please be well. Please be well. Please be well. Please be well.

Her footsteps accelerated along the path made by the blue blood of her outherself. Maybe there were others out there in this world having blue blood, but she felt that this blood was hers. If she is in this world, it means that her outherself is alive, only that amount of blood has left her extremely worried. Soon she reached her destination, though her feet were aching because of her boots, she braced herself for any action.

Her outherself was sleeping, or incoherent, beside another outherself because of her dress, which only glanced at while smoking a straw cigarette. Rock opened his eyes after a few moments, tried to get up more was in vain.

- Rock! What ... Are you okay ?! Who did this to you?- Mato called the points, his malaise was explained, although hating is logical. The blue-eyed outherself began briefly to explain the events. Farside Bunny, your group, your attacks do not work-

Zakarias laughed.

Mato questioned in anger the motive of grace.

- I did that to that girl. She wanted to take advantage of you. Her motives were fair and she paid the price.

Rock closed the face to Zakarias, she was collaborator of Farside Bunny, but it helped a few moments before. That was not natural, she knew there were outherselfs with powers, example Dead Master with her necromancy, but that ... What did you do to her?

- You can not believe it, but do not doubt it. Our bodies are wide open, too wide open ... I just closed her body.

They both could not understand those words. A closed, open body, nothing made sense to that woman. Zakarias finished his cigarette, got up and started storing his belongings, in the end put out the fire. In these moments, Rock realized something. His coat, gloves, boots left, he asked for them.

- I was going to fix them now, but your counterpart has arrived. So what are you going to do?

The answer was obvious in Rock's head, to kill Farside Bubby for doing it with her. However, all ideas formed in that one gave the same result, she died. She knew that Mato was giving the "no" look, her heart screaming to kill Farside Bunny, the only solution was ...

- How do I close my body?

Black Rock Shooter would never forget those eyes. Despite the ocular pattern of outherself, it was black in color. The deep black black, deeper than this abyss. Zakarias grinned, already knowing the question and maybe the result. She went to the coffin, and took out a knife from inside, a rusty old woman.

- I want the hide of your counterpart's head, with hair and blood. Then I close your body.

Black Rock Shooter shook with the pay, she could not do that. She had already caused enough pain for her beloved human counterpart. He denied the payment and asked another way.

Zakarias smiled in response, she knew she would be denied, although the face of terror was fun to see. Zakarias gave his answer.

- Can you walk?

Rock thought it strange to asked, tried, his body screamed in pain in response, stood upright. Because?

- I'm coming back from a long trip. I'm going to the coast. It is very important to return to my home ... I do not really like traveling alone. I would like a company, and it would also be advantageous for you. If Farside finds out you're alive and weak this way. HAHAH! By divine power! Your time and time will come.

Zakarias was right, though Rock did not want to admit it.

- And your company would pay for the repair of your clothes. Accepted?

Rock could feel the look of his counterpart saying "do not accept," yet Zakarias's arguments were valid. If Bunny finds out that she is alive, death, especially in her condition, she too would not want to stay in this abyss until her full recovery. Zakarias probably knew of leaving this place as well.

Black Rock Shooter accepted the offer.

- Great, I feel this trip will do very well for you. I knew that I would have a company ... Consider this, the sun of my land equals three.

An old, long-sleeved T-shirt, dirty not by dust, but also by tearing the blood-stained tissue. Dressed to forget the story behind this belongs. Mato held firmly in her outherself's hand, she had intended to go along until her awake, Zakarias intruded on his ideas.

- You'd better not go with us, where I came my land not for good people. The region is heavy for the coast. Go for me, for your face, you can not handle very heavy situations.

- Mato, please do not tell anyone I'm alive. Could you do that for me?

Mato did not like this situation, she did not want her outherself to leave. He gave only a nod in response and said. Bye, come back safe. And so, he woke up, with his cell phone dialing at 8 o'clock.

A few words were distant by Zakarias, Rock was not much to talk or to start a preserve, she was also more focused on keeping herself up than anything else and the image of the coffin did not help. Such a coffin looked heavy, or light because it was almost falling apart and why a coffin. You will understand, you will understand. Another fact about Zakarias Berdinazzi, she always murmured random things or words, sometimes answered her thoughts even though she said nothing. It was strange, it was mysterious, it was bizarre the figure of Zakarias. Between narrow and wide curves of that demeanor of direction, his compass being the woman with the black veil, they reached beyond a stone gate built, resistant not to say, it seemed to fall at any moment. They crossed, Rock choked on the presence.

The ground was cracked and dry, the wind carried a strong scent of death as it passed through his nostrils. She knew this scent, it was the smell of several deaths, she rediscovered that scent, surely she had not felt it for a long time. Zakarias noticed his discomfort and smiled wryly. In the first beyond that stone gate, sunlight scattered on the floor burned blue-eyed outherself's feet, and that burning already burned the back and head. Besides, Zakarias spoke in that husky, dry voice.

- Get used to it, the sun is the least uncomfortable ... The road to the coast, there will only be death