Dammit what is wrong with me, I just cannot stay away. My readers of my other stories, I'm so sorry I will get to them now.
Warning this one may hurt.
Play Celine Dion 'Ashes', and Hans Zimmer 'This is My World'. You can guess what this will be about from the song suggestions.
Chapter 53: Ashes, This Is My World
The street of Chiba had been scattered with fire all around. The Huntsman and Bishamonten stared at each other while any witnessing citizens hid in the cover of the buildings surrounding them.
Hachiman was already parched, hungry and exhausted. But he was going to face this battle, to save everyone. Family, foes, the city, the prefecture, all resting on him now.
The monster charged straight for the Huntsman, the road rumbled with each step. As Bishamonten got closer, Huntsman got out his grapnel gun and fired a cable to the side, hoisting him away from the beast as it made a smashing strike to the ground.
As he reeled himself up higher he could feel the intense heat from the flames on Bishamonten's shoulders. He fired a cable to the opposite side, swinging down to the monster. With an escrima stick, he smashed it on the monster's Oni Mask. All that did was making a dent on the Oni Mask.
Bishamonten was about to let a ball of fire, Huntsman quickly slackened the cable allowing him to reel down the line, barely dodging the ball of fire coming his way.
"Shit!" He landed and rolled along the floor, tripping and landing flat on his chest. He got up quickly and detached the burning cable from his grapnel gun. And the two faced each other again.
Fitting in another cable cartridge swiftly he fired his grapnel gun, soaring up into the night sky moving further away from Bishamonten to get the deity moving.
Bolts of fire were projected out from Bishamoten's Pagoda, aiming for Huntsman. Landing on the streets Huntsman saw the fire ball coming. Cursing in his mind, he jumped out of the way in time as the fire ball shot past him.
"Oh Goddammit." Huntsman did a side flip as another ball of fire came past him. Huntsman jumped back pulling out a smoke batarang. Throwing it between them smoke erupted creating cover for Huntsman to grapnel away.
"Hachiman." He heard Alfred's hasty voice in his mask, "It's on its way. Get ready sir."
Huntsman did not have time to respond to it when Bishamonten roared out even louder, the Pagoda in its hand glowed much brighter shooting out an even bigger ball of fire through the smoke impacting the ground. And Huntsman was in too close proximity.
"Ahhhh!" He screamed as the shockwave and heat blasted him away down the street. One hand held onto his cape to make it rigid for a glide, but the blast had sent him moving too fast.
He crashed into the pavement, tumbling about and his back skidded down the pavement to a stop.
"Ah…argh…ahhoww…" He wheezed, his ribs hurt immensely and his head was ringing in agony. He pushed himself up to his feet. His t-shirt was all torn up, the left side of his mask peeled itself off Huntsman's face, revealing his whole left face.
Bishamonten roared out to the night taking slow strides in its presumed victory. However, the sound of a loud humming and revving engine got both of their attention.
Both turned to the source of the sound, they saw what was coming. It was coming in fast, a massive black car with large tyres and cannon turret pointing at Bishamonten. The Batmobile.
The Batmobile fired off a turret shot, impacting Bishamonten's face. The Batmobile fired off another shot at the monter's legs, knocking it off its feet. The car pulled to a stop by Huntsman, the hatch opened and it waited for him revving its engine.
"Batman?" Wheezed out, and the car revved its engine louder, he got the message.
But before he could make a move, a roar came out from the smoke, a ball of fire smashed into the Batmobile's interior, and the blast knocked Huntsman back again.
"Naarrghh!" Huntsman cried out as his back hit a building wall. Sparks and embers sizzled out of his damaged mask. Recovering from his hit, he tore his mask off. Now his face was totally exposed, there was no way to communicate with either Alfred or Batman.
Fire burned on the Batmobile, it closed its hatch and sped right for Bishamonten, going around the monster, firing the cannon at its face again and launching flares all over the monster.
Huntsman now had his face in the open, and there was no going back from this now. He pulled his hood down his head covering his face as much as possible. It was only then did he realise just how much he had gone into the business district. He spotted a particular building across the street.
"No." Huntsman dreaded, the building was the city's Press Holdings building, his mother's workplace. He could barely make out the silhouettes of people witnessing the battle in terror, whether his mother was in that crowd or not, it did not matter anymore.
Looking away to hide his face, he turned his attention back on Bishamonten. The monster turned around facing the Batmobile, its back exposed to Huntsman. Its eyes glowed bright orange, breathed out fire from its mouth it struck the car's cannon with its pagoda.
The sword of the Demon Head was in sight. Huntsman ran right for Bishamonten, pointing his grapnel gun he fired a cable. The Bishamonten too distracted by the Batmobile was unaware of the line hooked on its shoulder, and the Huntsman reeled himself up perching on its back. And there the sword was in reach.
He reached out and pulled the sword out, a mixture of blood and ashes spewed out from the wound like a fountain. And that caused the Bishamonten to roar out in an intense agonising way. With a growl, Huntsman jammed the blade back into the back of the monster, more blood and ashes erupted out, splattering all over him. Another pained roared from Bishamonten echoed.
Taking the opportunity, the Batmobile's afterburner fired up, charging straight through Bishamonten's leg, causing it to tumble over to one knee, which caused Huntsman to be tossed up into the air.
The Apex Predator of Chiba in mid-air held the sword and pointing the blade downwards and came back down with his wings spread out. With a yell, the Huntsman delivered the killing blow. Jamming the blade of the Demon Head, into the head of the Bishamonten. Huntsman plunged the blade deeper, blood and ashes burst let out a final roar, echoing through the city with the victor on top. And they were there in the city for the citizens to take in awe.
The Huntsman Triumphant.
Every part of the monster started to turn into dark grey, cracks started to form around it. The sword started to turn dark grey, all of it. And Huntsman realised he was holding onto it for too long when the handle turned grey and cracked up. He let go and leaped off, he spread his cape and slowed his fall.
A few witnesses were emerging out of the shelters of the buildings around. The Bishamonten's entire being turned grey and started to crumble down into ashes. Everything started to disintegrate, the ashes of the Bishamonten was blown away into the night.
There were murmurs from the crowds in the distance, questioning if the battle was over, if the monster was gone, and who was their saviour.
The Huntsman keeping his head down stood in the centre of everyone's attention, he started to move away from them.
But then, his hands started to feel numb. Like he could not feel them at all, bringing his hands up, his eyes widened in fright.
His hands were turning dark grey, cracks were forming too, his breathing quickened realising what was happening. Everything was going to disappear from this battle, everything.
Hachiman could not feel his legs anymore, the grey in his legs was forming up and he could not stand. He fell on his back, his hood slid off his head revealing his entire face.
Hachiman turned his head to the crowd, to the direction to the Press Holdings buildings, so that he could see her, whether she was truly there or not. His mother.
The greyness rose up from his legs and hands, his arms and his belly turned as well and he could not feel them anymore. His legs and fingers started to disintegrate, ashes blown away by the wind.
Hachiman looked back up into the night sky. There was no screaming, no crying, there was no apology. He knew he was not coming out of this fight. There were no last words, he just laid there in acceptance. There was nothing else that could be done. It was over for him.
His family, Shizuka, the Service Club, his schoolmates, his foes, Alfred, Batman.
He had let people down when they want better for him, he has hurt people he had come to know, and now he was going to hurt the people who cared for him in the worst way possible, and he would not be able to make amends. Despite all that, he had saved them all.
As his body turned to ashes, everyone came into his mind. This was his world and he protected it.
It reached up to his chest and his neck, and finally he closed his eyes. The ashes of his body were blown away into the night sky.
The Huntsman, Hikigaya Hachiman was gone.
Well, this was in my mind for so long I had to express it out, and obviously this is just an alternate ending totally no canon. The story ended in chapter 52, and it continues in the sequel 'The Adventure Continues' in my Fanfiction account. But this is just something to quell that urge in my head.
