Hope you don't mind the random crossover with Yuri on Ice on this one. Haha. Just a spur of a moment when I wrote it.

Gou and Momo hid behind the pillar as they scanned the area for guards. "All clear," Gou murmured as Momo shuffled next to her. He always wanted to ask her out for a date, even though now was absolutely not the most the appropriate time for him to do that but since the world was about to end, might as well right? "Gou-san, I… I really like you!" he blurted as she said, "There!" A group of kids were being led into one of the buildings, guards escorting them in all directions. Most of them shivered in the cold since they were only wearing hospital scrubs and their feet were covered with thin shoes.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Gou grinned as Momo sighed. He was hoping his idea of the ideal confession would have come true but that would have to wait. "Got it," he grinned as he ran for the buses parked at the side while Gou walked to the front, making an innocent face as she walked with her hands in the air. "Ah, good sir. I think I'm lost. Do you know the way to the nearest exit?" she asked politely as the soldiers trained their guns on her. "Miss, what the heck are you doing walking about past curfew?" one of them shouted as she flipped surged forward, judo flipping the men onto their backs as Momo yelled, "Heads up kids!"

He rolled in beside them, yelling for the kids to get in as Gou stunned the men as quickly as she could before more reinforcements arrived. "Come on, let's get going!" Momo yelled as he punched on the gas, the vehicle lurching forward as Gou clutched onto the side for support. After she regained her composure, she set to work in freeing the kids from their bonds, some of them crying as they rubbed their sore wrists. They ranged from as young as eight to around 15, the older ones looking as though they been through hell and back, which was what had happened to them.

"Onichan, are you the good guys?" a little girl whispered as Gou nodded. "Yup. We're getting you out of here," she said as Momo yelled, "Hit the deck!" All the kids barely managed to strap their belts on just as a claw picked the bus up and swung it upwards. "Was this part of the plan?" Gou yelled as her walkie-talkie burst to life. "Yo," Sousuke murmured as Gou shouted, "What the heck is going on?" "You might want to hold on tight. We're getting you out of there now," he said as Momo snapped, "Heck no! We still have to pick up Rin and the others." "They have to find their own way back. From the way things are looking from up here, it ain't going to pretty soon when Viktor…" He didn't manage to finish his sentence as the south end of the wall blew sky high and a crowd surged from the other side, hollering as sirens wailed in the air.

"Ok…" Momo muttered as Asahi interrupted, "Ok kids! Hang on to your seatbelts!" He pressed the button and the crane began to lift them through the sky, some of the kids shrieking whilst the others prayed to the gods for protection. Gou tried not to get sick as she looked below her, watching as the insurgents overran the police like ants and brought mayhem to the city. Screams began to fill the air as gunfire was let loose and she felt like she was about to throw up when Momo placed a hand on her shoulder. "They'll be alright. Don't worry," he smiled as Gou gratefully squeezed it as they were carried into the sky.

…

Sousuke gripped the walkie-talkie in his hand, the static in it bursting every once in a while as he awaited the signal from Viktor. He knew he had planned to make hell on the city but he didn't expect him to go all kamikaze by blowing up the entire section of the south wall. Not like he didn't agree with him. If they wanted to blow something up, make it go big. "Oi, you there?' Yurio murmured from the other end as Sousuke responded, "We got everything covered up here." He kicked the guard he had stunned as though to make the point. Nitori and Asahi had reported having taken down their defenses from their sides of the wall as Yurio sighed.

"Viktor always has some crazy plan up his sleeve but for once I agree on this one. He deserves to be with him after all after the hell he went through," Yurio said before sputtering, "Anyway, get the hell out of there if you want to live!" He ended the call as Sousuke turned to look at the city one last time. At a point in his life, he could have been living in this place, if the solar flares had not ravaged the earth and turned everything to shit. "OK, we're at a go. Everyone get the hell out of your positions and Asahi, get ready to extract Momo and Gou." He ran out of the building just as the wall went nova and spewed chaos onto the streets.

…

Viktor stood in front of the wall, a smile on his face as he thought about how he could finally get revenge for Yuri's death. They had finally managed to win the Grand Prix together and then all hell broke loose with the Sun Flares. Then Yuri had gotten sick and he could only watch as his love faded into a monster before finally pulling the trigger on him himself. "Viktor, if you love me, kill me," he had whispered as Viktor aimed the gun at him, screaming as he killed his lover. He had had nightmares of it ever since and now that he himself was infected, he thought it was only fair he died in the same manner.

"Yuri, I'm coming for you," he whispered as he kissed the golden band still on his finger where Yuri had slipped onto it all those years ago in Barcelona. He took a breath before turning to face the crowd, all of them looking up to their leader for instructions. "Today, we show who is the one in charge of our lives! We storm WICKED's final stronghold and bring an end to their tyranny against humanity! Who's with me?!" he roared as the crowd pumped their fists into the air, screaming bloody vengeance as he climbed onto the back of a Humvee with Yuri's help.

"Yo, Yurio-kun. Thank you for being with me till the end," he smiled as he pecked the man who used to be the best skater of his age on the cheek. "Don't do that, Viktor, its weird. And plus, you don't have to go blow yourself up to make a point," he muttered as Viktor held him close. "Dasvidaniya," he whispered as he kissed him on the cheek, the blonde man nodding as they parted ways. "Let's go!' Viktor yelled as the Humvee surged forward. Viktor spread his arms wide, waiting for the music to play in his ears as they surged forward.

He could imagine himself on the rink, the lights threatening to blind him if it were not for Yuri Katsuki's presence on the ice. "Come on, Viktor," he would smile as he took his hand, sending him skating into a world of wonder and color. They would skate until the world around them evaporated and the two of them were left, letting them conquer the ice with their song and dance. "My sweet Katsuki Yuri, I'm coming home," he whispered as he pressed the trigger, the car exploding as it enveloped him in flames. "Yuri," he whispered as the wall was blasted into the heavens.

Yuri Plisetsky didn't have time to mourn for his former mentor as he yelled at the crowd, "What are you pigs waiting for?! Let's bring hell to their doorstep!" The crowd surged forward, half of them having their minds taken over by the madness of the Flare and the other half just wanting to get revenge for the loved ones they had lost. Yuri didn't care, he didn't even know if the people he loved were still alive at this point. He didn't even manage to give Otabek his reply… "You dolt. You can give it to him personally,' he whispered as the first of the gunshots went loose, sending pandemonium onto the streets.

Yuri slammed his rod into a police officer, the man tumbling to the ground as he sank it into his temple. Blood squirted onto his pants but he didn't bother to clean it as he surged forward, sending more people to their graves as the shock troops came forward. "Stand down!" they yelled as Yuri shouted, "To hell with them! Charge!" The wave of insurgents just kept coming and Yuri was so lost in the fight he didn't realize he was riddled with bullets until they blasted his leg off.

"Oh snap… coach Yakov would kill me when he finds out I lost my leg," he thought before laughing to himself. Out of all the times, he was thinking about skating. What a joke… as he fell to the ground, he could feel the life fade from his body as blood pooled the ground around him. He couldn't breathe due to the holes riddling his lungs and without his leg, he could only lie there as the crowd stampeded on top of him. "Yuri…" Otabek's voice whispered in his mind as he smiled for the first time in years as he whispered, "Yes, Otabek. That's a yes." as he finally joined hands with his friends in the heavens.

...

Rin didn't know what was real or dreams anymore. He had been subjected to so many mind simulations to the point that he didn't know if he was awake or not. The only thing that bubbled in his mind was that he wanted to strangle Ikuya and Hiyori for doing this to any poor kid who happened to be immune. Sometimes he wanted to drop dead and let the Griever from the simulation just kill him but he couldn't do that. He still had to find his sister and make amends with her. Not like he could leave Haru and Makoto behind as well.

He felt himself drift through dark waters, his eyes barely able to make out anything in it. Ironic. If this were another life, he would have liked to be a swimmer. He always thought it was an interesting sport and according to Gou, it had been something their father had done in his younger days. Also, he thought he would have a great team with Makoto and the others. He could imagine themselves in a relay, all of them screaming each other's names as the swam. He watched as Haru dove into the water, the flicker of a fishtail in the darkness as he heard voices floating in his mind.

"Rin!" Makoto's voice penetrated as he chuckled. As if Makoto could be here now. He was trapped in the center of WICKED. "Rin!" Haru's voice came as well. A hand reached for him, blue eyes meeting his as Haru came close, his voice filling Rin's heart with happiness as he reached out. "Haru!" Rin cried out as Haru smiled. "I'm glad you're alright," he said as he pulled Rin close, letting warmth spread over him as they kicked to the surface.