"What did you just call me?"
Scythe's glare turned cold, all of her joy-filled features gone. " I think you heard me the first time," she said. Beyond shook his head. " I stopped being your big brother ever since my...our mother's death," he said. Scythe gritted her teeth. " You didn't seem to mind at all, Onii-Sama," she said. " Judging by your laughter, you were quite happy." Beyond shrugged. " It's not my fault that I get the suddon urge to laugh at the sight of blood," he answered nonchalantly. " Even my own mother's."
" You're sick, you know that?" Scythe spat. " And even after she died, when I was having that nervous breakdown, you still laughed! You laughed and laughed and laughed! You didn't give me the slightest bit of comfort, and I ended up killing that innocent police officer! You didn't even fight back the people who were trying to separate you from me! We wouldn't have even ended up in the same orphanage, and you didn't even attempt to do anything about it!" Beyond sighed. " Well maybe if you didn't have the IQ of that of the average human being, there would have been a chance we would have went to the same orphanage. As for your breakdown, you should have had enough control to handle it."
" I was five freakin years old and just witnessed my mother's bloody death!" Scythe retorted. Beyond shrugged again. " Well, honestly that's not my problem," he said. Scythe's grip tightened around the handle of the machete. " It's talk like that that's going to get you killed," she said. Beyond smirked. " Oh, is that so?" he asked tauntingly. Scythe smiled back. " 'Tis true, dear brother," she said, then charged towards him with her weapon at ready. Beyond was barely able to aviod getting his stomach sliced. He quickly took two steps back and almost tripped over his own feet.
Scythe smirked. " Quite clumsy, aren't we?" she examined. Beyond grunted and got out a meat cleaver that he had "borrowed" from Naomi's kitchen. He raised the cleaver over his head and brought it down with a strong impact. It would have chopped Scythe's head off clean, if only she weren't so quick on her feet. Beyond scoweled at her agility. Scythe giggled. " I haven't had this much fun in awhile!" she exclaimed and attempted to slice him again. Beyond avoided this as well. Scythe pouted. " Come on, Onii-Sama! Aren't you going to fight back?" she asked. Without responding, Beyond quickly got out a knife with his other hand and lunged it at her. Unfortunately, it missed. " I thought that this famous murderer that everyone's been talking about would actually be a challenge," she continued.
" Don't underestimate me," Beyond muttered under his breath, then threw his other knife at her. It struck into her shoulder with great impact. She winced and looked at the knife, suprised. Then she smiled and pulled it out. " So you're sticking to throwing weapons?" she asked, then grabbed a kunai from her sleeve. She threw it towards Beyond, causing his cheek to get cut. Beyond felt the blood drip onto his shirt. Smiling, Beyond wiped his cheek with his finger and examined it. " Interesting. It's been awhile since I've had blood drawn," he said, then ran at her with the meat cleaver again. Scythe held her machete in front of her face and blocked the cleaver from striking her. Beyond tried to add more force to his weapon so Scythe would at least slightly cut herself with her own weapon.
Instead of this happening, Scythe was able to swing her weapon, sending Beyond's cleaver flying across the garage. She chuckled and was about to strike him, but to her suprise, her weapon was kicked out of her hand. She stared as it spinned across the floor. She then looked at Beyond, who was smirking. " I told you not to underestimate me, didn't I?" he asked mockingly. Scythe sighed. " Yes, I suppose you're right," she admitted. Then, quickly, she got out another weapon from her backpack: a handgun.
Beyond froze. He had gone against knives, swords, even ninja stars on an occasion. But could he outrun a bullet? Highly unlikely. He tried to make his appearance seem calm. " A gun? Really. What, is this some sort of last resort?" he asked. Scythe pointed the gun in Beyond's direction with one hand. " You're forgetting the whole point of this, Big Brother. I didn't take out the gun because I'm swallowing my pride. Nor is it because I think you're too strong to beat with my usual choice of weapons. It is simply because I want you dead, and nothing more." And with that, she pulled the trigger.
The first shot went into Beyond's left shoulder. Beyond yelled and quickly placed his right hand on the wound. Scythe was able to keep a straight face, though she wanted oh so much to laugh. She shot again, this time into Beyond's leg, causing him to fall. Beyond felt tears rolling down his face and tried to stop them, though the pain was just too much. He wanted to flee or at least grab the knife that layed just out of reach to strike back, but it seemed impossible to move. Scythe slowly walked over to Beyond, smiling. " Poor Onii-Sama," she mused. " Don't worry, though. At least you'll die with family by your side." She crouched down so she would be at level with Beyond and held the gun against the middle of his chest. " Now, let's see if this bullet can fill up that big-ass hole you have where your heart's supposed to be."
Bang!
Scythe felt Beyond's body jolt, then slowly grow limp. Scythe smiled softly, got up, and started to walk away, leaving Beyond lying in his own blood. She began laughed to herself. " How much of an effort did that take?" she asked herself. " Not that much. Sigh, if only he were a better brother. Then maybe things wouldn't have had to be this way. We could have been happy siblings, supporting eachother through tough times. The way family is supposed to be like. Oh well. Sucks for him. It's too bad he had to d-"
A striking pain caused her to stop in mid-sentence. A knife was sent cleanly through her skull. Scythe's eyes widened and she collapsed, dead. From behind, Beyond tried weakly to get up. He didn't understand how he was still alive, nor could he understand how he had enough energy to move, let alone throw the knife. But none of that mattered at the moment. Scythe was finally dead. Beyond, filled with relief, took out a phone that he had in his pocket and started to call Naomi.
" Misora?" he said when the ringing had stopped. Naomi let out a huge sigh of relief. " Are you alright?" she asked worriedly. " ...Not exactly," Beyond answered. " First off, do try not to panic when I tell you this." Naomi hesistated. " Fine," she said finally. Beyond let out a deep breath. " Tell me; how experienced are you with healing gun wounds?"
" Oh my God, Ryuzaki, did you get shot?" Naomi asked. Beyond sighed. " Misora, I do believe I told you not to panic," he said. " Right," Naomi said. " Well, shouldn't we take you to the hospital?" Beyond shook his head. " Absolutely not," he said. Then, thinking it sounded too suspicious, he said, " I mean, you see, I don't trust doctors all that much. My father died in a hospital, you see. They bring back too many memories." It was believable enough. He waited as calmly as he could for a response. The pain was unbearable. " ...Alright. I've taken care of a few of the FBI agents who've been shot in previous missions. All I need to do is remove the bullet with a special instrument and apply a special medicine to it. Where were you shot?"
Beyond tried to remember, most of the previous events just a bit blurry. " My left shoulder, right leg, and my..." He didn't know if he should tell her that he was shot in the chest just yet. " Well, I just need you to help heal me, if you can. I'd appreciate it." Naomi made a sound of agreement. " Yes, of course. But can you even drive yourself to my place?" she asked. Beyond didn't answer at first. He thought of telling her where he was at, then saw the mess he had made. " I think I'll be able to manage," he answered. " Alright," Naomi said. " Oh, and Ryuzaki?"
" Yes?" Beyond said. " ...What happened to the murderer?" Naomi asked. Beyond stared at Scythe's corpse. " She is...taken care of," he said. " She will not commit any further crimes. That is for certain."
When he finished his conversation with Naomi, he half walked, half dragged himself out of the building. He turned to have one last glance at Scythe. Giving her a look that would have been one an artist would have given his newest painting to see if it was decent, he took the knife from her head. " I'll see you in hell one day, dear sister," he whispered. " I promise."