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The Mask of Zeo 2
Counter Fight
Crossroads part 2
End of the War
"Morning Ling."
"Morning you," she smiled softly.
"I see someone's in a good mood." Makoto smiled happily.
"I thought about what you said...Ryoko wouldn't want me to be like this so I'm going to try and be happy."
"I'm happy...you're happy."
Ling laid on her back and looked up to the ceiling and then to her right where Makoto was laying.
A knock came from the door.
"Come in," she said.
The door opened and Oliver came in.
Gou turned over and sat up in bed.
"Hey," he said.
"Morning," was his reply.
"Morning," he said rubbing his eyes.
"I'm getting the bathroom."
Gou said grabbing his towel and some clothes and his face paint.
He wore it for his father.
"Dad?"
Tomoko started crying.
He had snuck onto the site.
He was looking through the debris to find something.
Anything.
"Dad?"
Tomoko was crying.
He wanted to find something.
He dug into the rubble.
Threw bits of debris away.
"Please answer."
There was no answer.
It was quiet.
"Dad...please...I love you."
Still nothing.
Demolition crews pulled up outside.
"Dad...they're coming...please...PLEASE!"
Tears were streaming down his face as he dug in the rubble.
Zeo hadn't returned.
He knew something bad would happen.
Tomoko half blamed himself for this.
He dug and found nothing.
Just ash and rubble.
Outside they were getting the equipment ready.
Tomoko had to give up.
He watched in tears at a distance.
The crew were pulling down the remains and using a digger with a bucket on the front to compact the debris together.
Tomoko was now a total orphan.
No family.
Zeo was his family.
Then anger started to grow.
He knew what must be done.
"They must pay...I promised dad."
Tomoko put his hand in his pocket and grasped Cerberus.
He had acquired a Beyblade.
Tomoko knew he wasn't ready.
He'd have to train for a long time until he knew deep down he was ready.
"I will avenge you father...not today, not tomorrow...not this year...but I will avenge your loss...I love you."
Tomoko stood up and left when the demolition crew was done.
"Ling, you ate yesterday!"
"I'm not in the mood."
"Okay...maybe later..maybe later."
"Maybe later," Ling repeated.
She sighed whole heartedly.
"It'll take a long time but eventually I'll be over it but not today."
"I know...you're not over the deaths of everyone else are you?"
She nodded in agreement.
"I'm not over any of the deaths, and Ryoko's is a shock."
They were all sad and shocked to what they have seen.
Flashback
Zeo fired a couple of times both missing, his performance was also being effected.
But the third bullet hit his right shoulder but now Ryoko was close.
He then dove off the beam and reached out catching Zeo's legs and knocking him off balance.
Both Ryoko and Zeo fell into the inferno.
End Flashback
It was an image that haunted all their memories.
Ryoko vanishing into the fire.
The fire was like hell.
Ryoko dragging Zeo to Hell.
Ling realized this too.
No one wanted to mention it.
They hoped he was able to escape Hell and get to Heaven where the others were waiting.
"I'm at a crossroads...one road leads to staying here...another to find my own kind...another leads to the unknown and the forth...that path leads to...well I don't want to say."
"So, do you know what you're going to do?"
"I don't know."
"Ling, do what you must," Makoto responded.
He was listening to what Ling was saying.
"I don't mind what your answer is."
Ling nodded.
"I'm just afraid I'll make the wrong decision of what to do."
They were sitting outside on the lawn.
It was getting dark.
The snow glistened on the lawn in front of them.
"Shall we go back inside?"
"Okay."
Inside Gou, Johnny, Jess and Oliver were in the lounge.
The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly.
The mood in the room was low.
Gou was reading a book about World War 2.
Jess was planning for them to go to school.
They would start at the beginning of next year.
That of course was next month in February.
"Ling...I'm okay."
"Ryoko?"
"I'm fine...don't worry about me...I'm with my father."
"Where are you? I can't see you!"
"I know...I can't see you either...please...don't worry...I'm well...I died quickly...didn't feel any pain."
She was in a dark area.
Ryoko's voice was talking to her.
He was reassuring her he was fine and in no pain.
"I'm not in pain...I'm at peace."
"I miss you...please come back!"
"I can't."
"Try."
"Look...it'll hurt for a while but you'll get over my death...go be happy...go be happy with Makoto."
Ling then woke up.
She found out she had been crying in her sleep.
Makoto was asleep next to her.
She laid down and tried to get back to sleep.
When she did, Ryoko didn't return.
Makoto and Ling were talking in the lounge in front of the fire.
"I dreamed of Ryoko last night."
"Really? Is he okay?"
"Yeah...he said he's fine."
"Good," Makoto replied.
"He said he died quickly and he's with his father."
"Did he talk about my father or anyone else?"
"No."
"Okay."
"He told me not to worry about him."
"Did he say anything else?"
"All he said was he's fine, he's with his father."
"I can't get over the fact that it's over," Makoto said.
"Yeah...he's really dead...I wish Ryoko was here to celebrate with us."
"Ling, I'm sure Ryoko is celebrating with everyone Zeo's been killed."
"Yeah I hope so."
"Its the end of the war...it's finished."
"It's finished...I hope," Ling said hopefully.
Now Zeo was dead, the threat of death had been lifted.
Now the only war they faced was the World Champions...
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Epilogue
The night was clear and cool.
The path stretched into the Japanese mountains that loomed above Tokyo's suburbs.
He looked back towards the city.
The lights looked amazing.
He continued on the gravel path.
The night lit up the scar that stretched his face.
It also lit up the scowl on his face.
The fire of pure rage burned in his eyes.
The scrunch of his shoes on his path made the only noise.
He wanted revenge.
"You kept a secret from my father..."
He kept walking into the hills.
"He thought you all were his friend..."
He was running away but not forever.
"You broke that trust..."
He kicked a rock.
"He killed your families for revenge."
The boy didn't know where he'd be going.
"You killed him."
He looked at Cerberus in his hand.
"I want revenge."
He put the blade away.
"This fight...is far...from over..."
