Este was over. So was Schwarz...
The firery-orange headed German, Schuldich left due to some misunderstanding inter- him and Crawford. Nagi, the love-sick Japanese boy continued with his school. And psychopathic, immue to pain Farfarello finally found a way into hurting God for good.
Things would've been the same in the past, but it would never change in what the future in what lies ahead. Everything was perfect kill. Their goals were never too high to reach.
Even though the darkness within has forever made into the dawning of the light.
The Schwarz leader remained silent.
Aya dragged himself off the couch and stood up clenching tightly onto his katana.
A cold shiver ran down his spine like sharp icicles. He didn't know why? But it wasn't comforting to begin with. He didn't like it for a long shot; not even a single bit.
"Why did you bring me here?" He hissed at the business man with a hint of anger.
Crawford cocked his head, avoiding the red-head's question. "Would you do anything to sacrifice your life in trade with your sister?" He asked equablely.
The unproclaim leader glanced up, nearly descent his weapon onto the carpeted floor. Was he playing one of his damfool mind-games again? All he could do was hope. He couldn't do much of anything with an oracle who's able to foresee your every move.
Aya gripped onto Japanese sword. "Why did you bring me here?" He demanded bitterly.
The American threw on his usual smirk. "You were always so aggressive, Fujimiya."
Crawford made his way to the front of his desk putting his hip weight onto the side of it. He looked rather properous towards his guest. Although it may not look like it.
What! Aya wasn't sure if that was a compliment or was it just a sick joke that the damned American oracle was trying to pull off. And no way he was going to fall for it. He wanted answers and he wanted them now! Typical fact that he wasn't going to get it; no matter how hard he tries or urge to make interrogation from him.
Things for the red-head just tend to get worst? At least it wasn't Friday the thirthteen.
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The Schwarz leader drew out his gun. He aimed at the red-head. He didn't fire. Not yet.
"You've got any last request?" The American questionned smoothly without letting a single word slip as his spoke.
Last request? Aya thought. No! He cannot let the man he hated the most end his life right here! Right now! Not without saying fairwell to those he loved. The unproclaimed leader glared icily; clutching closely to his katana.
Silence was his final answer.
BANG!
The silver bullet sprang threw like a stormy wind, carrying itself in mid air towards its victims.
It had hit Aya deep and hard onto his left shoulder. He winced in pain crouching to the floor; grasping stiffly to his wound while maintaining hold of his weapon.
An elegant grin curved across Crawford's lips.
How could he...? How could he just let him shoot right on the spot? It was a pretty straight forward answer. Because that bastard could. It was clean, it was clear and the man had done it just like that. The game had just sparked its fireworks for a duel.
The red-head Weiss cursed under his breathe. He got up slowly to his feet.
Aya took his chance and charged at the Schwarz leader at full speed. He will do whatever it takes to assassinate him; no matter what the outcome may be.
Silence...
A gakt sound drew into the room. A red liquid seep beneath the clothing, staining onto the carpet like an unwashable dye.
The firery-orange headed German, Schuldich left due to some misunderstanding inter- him and Crawford. Nagi, the love-sick Japanese boy continued with his school. And psychopathic, immue to pain Farfarello finally found a way into hurting God for good.
Things would've been the same in the past, but it would never change in what the future in what lies ahead. Everything was perfect kill. Their goals were never too high to reach.
Even though the darkness within has forever made into the dawning of the light.
The Schwarz leader remained silent.
Aya dragged himself off the couch and stood up clenching tightly onto his katana.
A cold shiver ran down his spine like sharp icicles. He didn't know why? But it wasn't comforting to begin with. He didn't like it for a long shot; not even a single bit.
"Why did you bring me here?" He hissed at the business man with a hint of anger.
Crawford cocked his head, avoiding the red-head's question. "Would you do anything to sacrifice your life in trade with your sister?" He asked equablely.
The unproclaim leader glanced up, nearly descent his weapon onto the carpeted floor. Was he playing one of his damfool mind-games again? All he could do was hope. He couldn't do much of anything with an oracle who's able to foresee your every move.
Aya gripped onto Japanese sword. "Why did you bring me here?" He demanded bitterly.
The American threw on his usual smirk. "You were always so aggressive, Fujimiya."
Crawford made his way to the front of his desk putting his hip weight onto the side of it. He looked rather properous towards his guest. Although it may not look like it.
What! Aya wasn't sure if that was a compliment or was it just a sick joke that the damned American oracle was trying to pull off. And no way he was going to fall for it. He wanted answers and he wanted them now! Typical fact that he wasn't going to get it; no matter how hard he tries or urge to make interrogation from him.
Things for the red-head just tend to get worst? At least it wasn't Friday the thirthteen.
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The Schwarz leader drew out his gun. He aimed at the red-head. He didn't fire. Not yet.
"You've got any last request?" The American questionned smoothly without letting a single word slip as his spoke.
Last request? Aya thought. No! He cannot let the man he hated the most end his life right here! Right now! Not without saying fairwell to those he loved. The unproclaimed leader glared icily; clutching closely to his katana.
Silence was his final answer.
BANG!
The silver bullet sprang threw like a stormy wind, carrying itself in mid air towards its victims.
It had hit Aya deep and hard onto his left shoulder. He winced in pain crouching to the floor; grasping stiffly to his wound while maintaining hold of his weapon.
An elegant grin curved across Crawford's lips.
How could he...? How could he just let him shoot right on the spot? It was a pretty straight forward answer. Because that bastard could. It was clean, it was clear and the man had done it just like that. The game had just sparked its fireworks for a duel.
The red-head Weiss cursed under his breathe. He got up slowly to his feet.
Aya took his chance and charged at the Schwarz leader at full speed. He will do whatever it takes to assassinate him; no matter what the outcome may be.
Silence...
A gakt sound drew into the room. A red liquid seep beneath the clothing, staining onto the carpet like an unwashable dye.