A/N: Well, this is the last chapter of TAG. Thank you very much for reading my first fanfiction. Special thanks to KAC for your help in writing The Anime Games! Now, please enjoy the last chapter of TAG. This is Allison Emerson, signing off. I'm honored to have been your writer.

TAG Chapter 13
Epilogue

Kid did not know what to expect now that this whole hellish nightmare was over. As the bright light of the white firework faded, he waited. Nothing happened, at first. Then in the darkness, the Shinigami could make out movement around him. The zombies! Kid took a fighting stance, but his knees buckled and he fell. He was completely out of energy. If the zombies attacked him, he would die. Would the game masters really kill their victor?

Kid's eyes adjusted to the darkness, so he could get a better look at the dead contestants approaching him. He closed his eyes, knowing he could not fight all of them. Even Sebastian was getting up again, coming to him along with the others. Everyone was there, except for the Ao Oni in its sealed prison and all of the people it swallowed.

Kid waited for them to attack him, but they stopped. Surprised, the Shinigami opened his eyes again. He let out a relieved breath as all of them stopped and knelt before him. Among the crowd was Tsubaki, kneeling as best as she could with her injury. Kid looked away, blinking back tears.

The familiar buzzer echoed across the island. "Congratulations, Death the Kid! You are the victor of the Anime Games!" Trumpets sounded through the speakers, and the gathered zombies clapped and cheered. But Kid felt out of place. He was tired and sad and did not want to celebrate his victory. I should not be alive. Tsubaki should be standing here, not me...

The noise was giving Kid a headache. His adrenaline was fading and the wounds Sebastian gave him were still bleeding. Kid's eyesight dimmed. He collapsed onto the grass, staring up at the sky with a dazed expression. The last thing Kid saw was a helicopter, sending a ladder towards him. Then the Shinigami lost consciousness.

Dear friends and family of our guests,

The cruise ship that was supposed to take your friend/family member to Mishiranu Isle was struck by an unexpected storm. Unfortunately, it was destroyed. There were no survivors of this trajedy. We are very sorry for your loss.

Sincerely,
Eric Pseudonima
Owner of Mishiranu Resort

Elizabeth Midford's tears smudged the ink on the letter that she received as she read through it a second time, in disbelief. Then she dropped the wet paper and fell into the arms of her maid, Paula, crying uncontrollably.

"C-Ciel... Ciel..." she said between sobs.

Around the world, the same letter was received by the friends of the Game's contestants.

The Vocaloids began to compose a group song for their friends as they tearfully put together shrines for Hatsune Miku and Kagamine Len.

In the USA and UK, soldiers fired solutes to their lost leaders, who had led their countries for centuries.

In Tokyo, a funeral was held for Light Yagami. Meanwhile, the Shinigamis nonchalantly discussed the loss of one of their own, Ryuk.

Bolin and Asame hugged Naga as they cried, wondering how Team Avatar could operate without Korra and Mako.

Ren Kannagi was the most devastated by the death of his sister and her boyfriend. He regretfully set fire to the shrine that the Kannagi family made for them, since they could not burn the real bodies.

All of the friends that Ash Ketchum and Pikachu had made on their journey came to Pallet Town for the funeral, sending Ash's mother their support.

Tears spilled over Lisa's eyes and she could not finish the letter that Aria showed her. They came into a tight embrace, trying to comfort the other. They could not believe that Luke and Cecily had died.

Sasuke watched his friends pay respects to the gravestones of Naruto and Sakura from a rooftop. He wondered who would be assigned to his team now that they were gone.

At the Soul Society, a funeral was held for the captain of the 10th division, Toshiro Hitsugaya, and his lieutenant Rangiku Matsumoto. Even Ichigo and Orihime came for their friends.

Hiroshi's gravestone was placed next to those of his best friends, who had died much earlier in the Ao Oni's mansion. At last they were reunited now; Hiroshi would not be lonely anymore.

"Good morning, Liz, Patty," said Maka as the twin pistols took their seats next to her in class. Maka smiled. "I see you're here at 7 a.m. instead of 8 a.m. That means Kid still isn't back from his mission with Tsubaki right?"

"Actually, he got back last night," Liz answered. "He probably won't come to school today, though."

"Why not?"

Liz's eyebrow furrowed. "Kid was a mess when he came through the door yesterday. His clothes were torn and he had deep gashes all over his body. And he won't even tell me what happened! He hasn't said a single word since he got home."

"Oh... I wonder what happened..." Maka said thoughtfully.

Then Soul came into the classroom and took his seat.

"Where's Black*Star?" Maka asked him. "I want to ask him how Tsubaki is doing."

"He's skipping class again," the scythe answered, leaning back and putting his feet on the desk.

Black*Star was sitting in a similar position, on the roof of the DWMA. He sighed. "I'm so bored! I hope Tsubaki gets back soon. We have a lot of training to catch up on!"

"Your training would go smoother if you actually went to classes," said a voice behind him. Black*Star turned his head.

"Oh, hey Kid," he said. "You're back from your mission. Why are you here? You usually don't come to school 'til eight."

"I wanted to talk to you," Kid answered, avoiding eye contact. Kid's fists were clenched and he was shaking.

Black*Star stood up and looked at him. "You don't look so good," he said. Then he laughed. "Hey, just stick around a little longer! My awesome prescence will make you feel great in no time!"

"I'm sure it will," Kid murmured, though he obviously thought otherwise. "But listen..."

"Fine," Black*Star said, putting his hands on his head. "What's up?"

"The mission..." Kid muttered, "...was a complete failure. I barely got out alive. Tsubaki... Tsubaki is..." He swallowed. He couldn't say it. "Tsubaki sacrificed herself so that I could live. I'm sorry Black*Star, I shouldn't have let her-"

The Shinigami was interrupted by a fist in his face. Black*Star finished his swing, sending Kid stumbling backwards.

"Where is she?" Black*Star demanded.

"I couldn't bring her body back-"

Another punch had Kid skidding across the roof. He was still too exhausted to fight back, but even if he had more energy, he would not have done so. This is my punishment for letting her die.

"You let Tsubaki die and you didn't even get her body? How the hell am I supposed to bury her now?" Black*Star yelled. "You stupid bastard! First you take my weapon, then you leave her dead! WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?" As he spoke, he continued to punch and kick the Shinigami. Even though the assassin was reopening Kid's wounds and causing him to cough up blood, Kid accepted each blow. It was what he deserved for failing. "WHY AREN'T YOU FIGHTING BACK?" Black*Star wailed, punching harder.

Finally, after a very long time, Black*Star's anger died down. His attacks slowed. He stopped pummeling Kid to wipe tears from his eyes.

Kid sat quietly as the assassin jumped off the roof and across other rooftops, away from the DWMA.

Maka, Liz, Patty, and Soul came onto the roof soon afterward, looking worried. "Kid!" Maka cried, eyes wide when she saw all of the blood. "We heard Black*Star screaming! What was going on up here?"

"Tsubaki is gone," Kid whispered, putting his head in his hands. For the millionth time since he returned to Death City, Death the Kid wondered why he was alive and not Tsubaki Nakatsukasa.