A/N: Alrighty~ Second chapter, up! :D
Well, Once again, I'm going to focus on the Mirror World, because we all know about the Normal World, and we're getting VERY close to the end (surprise surprise awaits at the end~). Also, I feel as if I'm writing Battler OOC...could someone tell me if I am?^^;;
Oh and EP7 is out! :D Does anyone know the name of that lady with the green hair? ^^;; (please tell me! :D) And is there any AmaAnge moments? :DDDDD (if there isn't...DDDDDD: ) I'm glad it's out, and hope everyone's enjoying it, and EP6 ~ :D Alright, I got to stop talking...XD (unless you like it XD)
Disclaimer: Mellie427 does not ever want to claim Umineko as her own, unless Ryukishi himself by some miracle passes ownership to an amateur author like me...;w;
I'm just going to warn that you, you're going to learn more about Mirror World Kanon in ways you never thought of XDDD
Besides that, enjoy~ :D
| Mirror World |
"Alright…Kanon, you're eyes were just so sensitive, that the gunpowder damaged your eyes bad enough." Nanjo said. Kanon frowned.
"Doctor…what does this mean?" Kanon asked him, hoping Nanjo wouldn't say he would be blind forever. If he even lived past the next few days.
"Eh, I don't know, you're eyes are damaged. They were super red, but I never looked at stuff like that." Nanjo said lazily. He looked down at Kanon and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Then he once again, made clear that no one was looking at him, then he started to pick his nose.
"B-BUT! Didn't you take medical school!"
"Ha! That's what you guys all think! I went to medical school, that doesn't mean I passed it!" Nanjo said and began to laugh. Kanon gritted his teeth in anger.
"You're the worst. Doctor. Ever." Kanon muttered.
"No offense taken."
"But…listen, we have to think of some sort of plan, some sort of plan…a plan…"
"Kid, if you want to talk about the end of the world, I have a nice jacket I keep in the closet that would fit you." Nanjo said cheerily. Kanon's eyebrows slanted downwards in frustration, knowing that Nanjo probably thought he was insane still.
"Docto—" Kanon paused, Nanjo didn't deserve that title now that he knew the truth. "Mr. Nanjo, Master Rudolf is alone, who knows what he's doing right now. And he didn't follow us into the room, he still hasn't shown up. Please go check for him, before he kills us. At least let me be the sacrifice! So that you can prove his fraud!" Kanon said, in a pleading and serious tone. Nanjo smiled.
"That was…beautiful!" Nanjo clapped, starting to feel tears prick his tear ducts at the beautifully told speech (at least to him). Kanon scowled.
"Hey! I'm serious!"
"Alright, alright, don't get your boxers in a mix, I'll go check with Rudolf what's going on."
"Thanks a lot. Doctor." Kanon said sarcastically. Nanjo winked and walked out.
As he walked outside, he suddenly felt something pierce him in the back, then thrusting through his heart the second time, killing him before he could do or say anything. Rolf grit his teeth and took the scepter out of the chubby doctor's body. Rolf closed his eyes and wiped the blood off of it with his hands, smearing them with blood.
"That damn reckless woman. How am I supposed to focus on killing when she's out there with those murder sisters of hers?" Rolf said to himself. He spun his staff around his fingers deftly, and stopped its circulation in front of himself. He sighed. "Now I'm too frustrated to care about the other sacrifice. AGH! DAMN IT! I NEED TO STOP TALKING TO MYSELF!" Rolf shouted and disappeared.
Kanon's fingers curled around the door frame as he listened to the conversation, his fingers tightened on the door frame. He was going to die. But he was right, Rudolf was the murderer. It sounded like Rudolf, but a little more 'youth' in his tone, and he didn't understand what the noise was. As if something was spinning something. Kanon figured it was the weapon.
Kanon needed to find a nice closet to hide in. But that's not what Shannon would have done, she would have stuck up fiercely to the problem, fighting even if it were her last time to stay alive. Kanon felt tears dripping on his face, and he let go of the door frame, instead using his arms to hug himself, as if he were cold. Kanon slowly fell to his knees and began to sob, hugging himself in fear. Fear that this would be his last moments of life.
"Shannon…" He whispered, wishing more than anything that she could magically appear and hold his hand. When he was scared of the dark, she would stay beside him (and not only when he was a kid) until he fell asleep. She would beat up 'the monster in the closet'. She would protect him, but now she couldn't because she was dead. "SHANNON HELP ME!" He screamed, louder.
| Normal World |
Beatrice took the tea cup and lifted it to her lips, tilting the liquid in the cup down her open mouth. Elegantly, just like a princess would drink her tea.
She then took the tea cup down to rest onto the matching saucer. Ronove filled her cup with more tea, still, knowing that she wouldn't drink it. Beatrice rose from her seat and grinned.
"Jessica misses Shannon, so that's exactly what I'm going to do!" Beatrice said, explaining it as if it were a full-proof plan. Ronove chuckled and nodded in agreement.
"Let us hope it is not your last graceful act, Lady Beatrice." Ronove said and bowed. Beatrice smiled.
"Thank you." Came a small whisper before she disappeared, in a flash of golden butterflies.
Ronove smiled a sincere smile, one that he wouldn't show to anyone. One that he barely even knew how to put on his face himself.
He smiled, even though he knew it was just acting.
| Mirror World |
"SHANNON! HELP ME! END OF THE WORLD! DIE! ARKLSDFH!" Kanon shouted random phrases at his position in the closet with the straight jacket. He couldn't help it, nothing seemed the same to him anymore, and his world didn't make sense anymore. So he decided to stay with the straight jacket, as if it were his only best friend left. And it was probably was.
"Kanon…you idiot." Came the happy words from the voice he once loved, but he decided it was an illusion, because his love was now dead. He didn't respond for at least ten minutes, shouting all the stuff he was before he heard those words. She sighed. "KANON! IDIOT!"
"S-Shannon!" He asked the air, because he couldn't see. She giggled.
"At your service."
"You're alive? But how!"
"I'm dead. Though, I'm glad that I can be with you even for a little while. A great witch brought us together, even for a short while." She explained.
"H-How…"
"Here, let me show you a place where we can hide."
Shannon opened the doors with her translucent, ghostly hand, commanding Kanon to go through it. He took a deep breath and without Shannon's instructions, bumped into a figure. He fell down and his head snapped around everywhere, even though he couldn't see anything.
"W-Who's there?" He asked, his voice shaking with fear. He only heard a chuckle in response.
"The witch that resurrected me, with her own magic! Though, for just a little while." Shannon said. The person laughed in response.
"Yes, you can call me a witch, though I'm not so great. With all this pandemonium I started, I'm afraid I shouldn't even be called a good one, at that." The witch said. Kanon smiled, though he didn't know where she was.
"But…you brought me and Shannon back together, for a short while, because you're nice! That means you have to be a great witch. Don't deny it."
"Oh, sweet sweet compliments." The witch retorted. "Here, I'll give you guys some time to talk things out, before Shannon goes back to…" The witch almost told Kanon where Shannon was going, hell or heaven, when she wasn't supposed to. "…mm-hmm…SO I'll just lock the door!"
"Okay." Shannon agreed. Kanon reached his hand out, though in a random direction, hoping that the witch would see him.
"What is it?" The witch asked.
"What's your name?" Kanon asked.
"Virgilia." The witch answered, grinning as she exited the room.
"I'll never forget you!" Kanon shouted.
Virgilia sighed happily as golden light emitted from the palm of her hand. She leaned her hand on the door, making it glow with golden color.
"What a happy co—"Virgilia started, but then grunted in pain as she felt something strike through her chest. Virgilia fell, clenching her teeth, trying to bear the pain. Though, the magic was nearly complete, Virgilia hid her hand behind her back. Rolf walked up to her, examining her for a bit then frowning.
"Old hag." He concluded. He stuck his staff in front of her, the tip in between her eyes. "Why're you being all goody-goody? You're not Beatrice, cowering behind her fashion magazines, but you still want to mess up my stuff, huh?"
"… heh. You're so weird, you know that kid?" Virgilia said and laughed quietly. She groaned and tried to push herself up to the door. Rolf stomped his foot, fatigue and frustration was taking the better of him.
"You're the weird one!" Rolf responded childishly.
"You see, I learned something. I learned that murders are pretty messed up, and if you love something, you should let it go."
Rolf gasped and wondered how the witch could possibly know about his time with Satan.
"W-What?"
"I know a lot more than you think, kid. I know a lot more to know, that I'm way better than you. I'm smarter than you. I'm more powerful than you. And you're just a shrimp who's a horrible witch." Virgilia shouted, erupting into a mad cackle. She took her hand out from behind her back and the golden light faded out. Rolf's face contorted with anger. He waved his staff around and pointed at the nearly dead witch.
"I'm better than you! I'm more powerful than you! Let's see who's so powerful when they're dead!" Rolf screamed. "KILL HER!"
"As you command, master~" A voice said. The two bunny-like furniture appeared behind him. They both grinned devilishly, and their golden bows appeared before them, they both grasped it and pointed it forward. In silence, they charged up the golden energy in between their bows. They quickly muttered the assurance of firing and fired.
The golden light darted forward in a messy pattern towards Virgilia. She smiled weakly and prepared to face the pain head-on. A large golden cloud of energy exploded, and soon dissipated. Showing what was left of the great witch, Virgilia. All that was left was her heart. It seemed like a spirited, pure part of Virgilia, when she clearly protested on being 'good'. Golden butterflies fluttered around the organ, as if further instilling the invisible pure air around the heart.
Rolf's left eye twitched, and the Siestas gaze didn't falter a bit.
"Ah…Master Virgilia!" A voice called out from behind the door.
"Hm? Shannon?" A voice called from Virgilia's heart.
"Yeah, I can't get through this door…You really locked it, so I just wanted to thank you before I died." Shannon said cheerily. "Thank you so much."
"You're welcome, Shannon." Virgilia replied. A sigh emitted from the heart. "Alright…I've done my part." The heart slowly dropped to the ground.
Rolf's plans were ruined! Absolutely ruined, by an old witch that dared to interfere with his games. Then his sanity returned to him for a minute and asked him one thing.
"Why are you so angry?"
It hit Rolf for a moment, he began to wonder, why he really did get so infuriated. Why he blew up at some things for no apparent reason. Why…there was such an empty feeling before he started to get mad at everyone…Why the emptiness filled up the more anger he looked at things…
He didn't care at the moment, he needed to kill the witch, the only impediment in his way. Before he could command the Siestas to fire another arrow, Ronove appeared beside him and smirked, amused by Rolf's behavior.
"With such a level of magic, you could never even hope to kill Master Beatrice." Ronove said.
"Bu—" Rolf started, but Beatrice put her hand over his mouth and shook her head.
"No butts, it's impossible." Rolf refused to leave and ran towards the heart.
"DIE VIRGILIA!" Rolf screamed and brought his foot down to the heart.
Then everything froze in a gray hue.
Beatrice appeared in a flash of gold, and a few butterflies with the same golden color flew around her. She looked down at Virgilia's heart with a look of pity, a frown etched into her face, she seemed as if she expected more from Virgilia. Virgilia laughed.
"Heh, this is the result of acting nice, and helping people out." Virgilia said and smiled. Beatrice grinned wryly.
"Don't you feel better?"
"Nope."
"Teacher." Beatrice said, with a different tone. Virgilia looked up at her.
"Hm?"
"I'm here to help you." Beatrice said and smiled sincerely.
"What?" Battler asked, surprised.
"Please!" Beatrice pleaded, she didn't have much time, but decided this time was better than any other.
"Y-You just can't use me!" Battler objected, then he crossed his arms over his chest. "What's in it for me…?"
"Um…um…uh…you can…" Beatrice thought for a minute. Battler sighed.
"I'm kidding, Beato, of course I would." Battler said and sighed. He uncrossed his arms. Beatrice's eyes lit up with gratefulness and she threw herself at him in a hug. He blushed and pulled her away from her.
"Thank you!"
| Normal World |
"It's no good at all!" Battler shouted.
"Huh? What is this?" Eva-Beatrice asked herself as she appeared in a room, sitting in an uncomfortable chair, with Beatrice, some guy with red hair, and Ronove staring at her. "Where am I?" She asked demandingly.
"You're my true opponent!" Battler said and pointed his index finger at her. Eva-Beatrice's face displayed bewilderment at her sudden placement in the game, but she soon turned her shock and confusion into rage. She could do anything, she was the great witch Beatrice.
"…rgh…Siesta sisters!" Eva-Beatrice called. At once, the two bunny-eared and tailed furniture appeared.
"45, acknowledged."
"410 acknowledged."
"Preparing to attack…" Siesta 45 said, the two's bows were drawn and were already charging the arrow.
"DIE BATTLER!" Siesta 410 shouted and fired the golden arrow.
The arrow darted clumsily towards Battler's figure, but he seemed unfazed at someone trying to kill him. Instead he stood exactly where he was, facing the arrow confidently. A pink barrier surrounded him, but he didn't see it, because he denied magic, he denied the arrow was going to hit him. Therefore, the arrow would never exist in the first place. The arrow struck the barrier, trying for a few seconds to penetrate it, but no luck, it faded into nothingness. Siesta 45 and 410's faces were parallel with utter shock. The arrows the Siestas shot, were impossible to evade, which meant Battler went further than the impossible.
"I-Impossible!" Siesta 45 shouted. Siesta 410 looked at Battler one more time, taking a look at his power level. The numbers flew across the screen, though the numbers had a limit, and the number was endless.
"E-Endless nine! His power level is endless!" Siesta 410 said with trepidation. Eva's face darkened with anger, Ronove gave a random open-mouthed grin, and Battler gave the two a glare. He slashed his arm through the air.
"Get out of here, !" Battler yelled. It clearly intimidated them, because they dropped their bows and clung to each other for dear life. The disappeared with a flash of golden butterflies. Battler looked back at Beatrice, who looked exhausted in her chair. He smiled. "Beato." She looked up at him with a hopeful gaze. "You're a good witch."
"I…I…uh…" Beato stuttered. He grinned the same pervy grin he first gave her when he was out of the mirror world, but with a more serious air.
"I'll teach her that being the Golden Witch is not some silly dress-up game! YEAH!" Battler said and pumped his fist in the air. Beatrice giggled. "And, I realize you need some personal space…" He paused for a moment. "A-And…I-I-I'll s-stop t-touching y-y-your f-feet a…and…damn I'm trying!" He said, shaking as he tried to withhold his fan boy attack (aka glomp) on her. Beatrice smiled and felt a few tears at his sincerety.
"B-Battler…"
"Virgilia!" Battler called. "Reproduce the second twilight!" Virgilia appeared in a flash of golden butterflies.
"Understood." She said with her usual monotone voice. She waved her hand and a rectangular square appeared in the middle of the room, showing a video of the second twilight's victims and tragic end. "Rosa and Maria were in the rose garden and killed. It is here that we begin to apply the 'Eva culprit' theory into this case." Virgilia said. Battler looked back at her and nodded in agreement. Eva-Beatrice's face rose and she laughed at them for their stupid plan.
"Are you kidding me?" She asked them aloud. "I'll summon a witness. Hideyoshi Ushiromiya!" She announced. She waved her hand a few times, as if trying to call a dog over, repeating 'talk for us', until a gloomy, translucent figure appeared. Anyone who was a good friend or family member of Hideyoshi would know it wasn't him, but since it sounded and looked like him, no one could deny the proof. He smiled.
"I spent the whole time taking care of Eva, because she was sick." Hideyoshi said. "Of course, Eva didn't leave the room." Hideyoshi then disappeared. Eva-Beatrice gave Battler a smug smile.
"How about that?" She asked. He smiled wryly at how she just contradicted herself, he looked down.
"Useless." He answered. She looked up at him in shock.
"What?"
"It's true, Hideyoshi was in the room taking care of Eva. But it's so obvious that Eva wasn't in the room, or Hideyoshi was constantly taking care of her." Battler said. Eva-Beatrice's mouth opened in shock, he had just beat her, even if it was just one sentence, and made her sound like a child in front of everyone else!
"If it's true, repeat it in red!" Battler said and pointed at Eva. "Repeat THIS. 'Eva never went outside of her room at the duration of the crimes.' CHECKMATE!" He shouted and stuck a tongue out in her face.
Eva-Beatrice sat in her seat, the look on her face not so different than it was about a minute ago. She shifted in her seat and growled 'WHAT THE HELL', but the shock never left her face.
"Those are the rules of this game." Ronove said. Eva-Beatrice and Ronove locked eyes, he smiled, and she glared at him. Eva-Beatrice would play games a lot, and would always win them. Always. Yet, some boy had the nerve to almost beat her in this one? "Give up?" Ronove suggested, putting a now full cup of tea and sliding it towards her on the table. Eva-Beatrice dramatically slapped the tea and the cookies behind it off the table. She leaned back on her seat and smiled. She finally understood what to do.
A/N: ALRIGHT! I have an extra for you guys that just didn't fit in the story, but I really wanted to mention:
Kanon cleared his throat at the sudden, awkward silence between his wife, once Virgilia had left the room. Shannon smiled at him and walked over to reach for his hand. Kanon noted it was her right hand, the one she used to touch Jessica's hand with.
Still, he couldn't resist the warm feelings of her hands, and wouldn't push it away from him for the world. Her smile and touch was what brought sanity to his being.
"Kanon, what's wrong?" Shannon asked, her smile fading into the same frown he was wearing. His grimace didn't falter. He couldn't shake those thoughts from his head, even though these were the last moments with his wife.
"S-Shannon...could you tell me something?" Kanon asked her, unsure if she would actually answer. She laughed.
"Of course. Anything. What is it?" She asked and smiled the same sweet smile that had brought warmth to his heart only a few seconds ago.
"W-Well...I-I...um...a-are yo—"
"You better hurry up, I'm dying." She said. He gulped and nodded.
"Okay, Shannon...are you lesbian?" He asked, pure concern and grief flooding his eyes. She tilted her head, obviously puzzled and was shocked that he would even think of her like that.
"Um...no...? What the hell?" She asked him. He sighed and squeezed her hand tighter.
"I-I just saw you and Jessica smiling and holding hands when you died!" He blurted, then blushed. She laughed even harder this time.
"Kanon, we're friends, you idiot. It's a sign of friendship." She said.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH!" He said, clearly relieved. She smiled and waved. She turned and left to the door. "Wait! Where are you going?"
"My time's up, live a good life, Kanon deary~" Shannon said and laughed.
And he held onto that face like a photograph, in his heart, forever.
A/N: Guess who actually wrote the extra? You all remember my friend who wrote the last extra? It wa-
Sakura: ME BISHES~ OH YAH I'M BACK~
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Sakura: What? I was kidding...
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Sakura: Melody?
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Sakura: MEL I WAS KIDDING! XP
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Sakura: I'll take over ((you can hear Mel's voice in the background "NO WAIT GIVE IT BACK!" XDXDXD Oh how cruel am I? XDXD)) then. Okay, so, I didn't exactly WRITE that part, I did, but Melody edited it. Stupid censors. XDXDXD I suppose this'll be my last appearance in the ANs, since Mel is so close to finishing.
Besides that, on behalf of Mellie427 I'll close this AN with a nice and un-boring ending:
HAVE A NICE DAY.
