Star Shadow: *Takes a deep breath* Okay. Welcome to my fic. While some, or rather most, of you know me as a strange humorist I've decided to post another angst. *starts to hyperventilate again*

Dark Stratos: *Hands her a bag* She's written angst before and somehow it always messes up her computer. Just a month or so ago she posted 'With You' and a day after she posted it she last all her files. The time before that she was writing an original piece and her hard drive was mysteriously wiped.

Star Shadow: Please enjoy the fic.

Disclaimer: We own nothing. This fic is dark and confusing. You have been warned.

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Means to an End

Star Shadow and dark Stratos

Life, he supposed, was just a means to an end. In the now pointless abyss known as life, he had nothing. He had lost everything of meaning to him. He had no reason to move on, so he stayed where he was, neither living nor dead.

He walked down the blackened street where neon signs flickered. Though the rain had long since soaked through the fabric of his school uniform, he failed to notice the cold wet through his contemplation. His eyes were blank and uncaring. Nothing mattered, especially his health. If he died of sickness it wouldn't be suicide.

He didn't notice the people slowly surrounding him, nor did he care. He didn't respond to their voices or grabbing hands. He couldn't feel them. It was only when he was pinned to a dirty wall with a man nipping at his neck did he do anything.

"Fuu…ma.." he whispered as tears fell from his violet eyes. Slowly, emotionlessly, he reached for the bundle of cloth on his back. The fondling men noticed nothing.

Slowly he unwrapped it, traces of red showing up on the cloth deepening in crimson as he went. Soon, the sacred sword used to kill his twin star was revealed, the cloth fluttering softly in the breeze.

The rain-washed the gleaming blade. A sound, almost like a screech, came from it. A wave of shock went through them all. Every eye stared as they backed away from him.

Unadulterated horror registered as they looked from the boy to the sword. He was the one found on Tokyo tower after the collapse of many places around the city. The boy who was found crying while holding the head of another boy whose sword had snapped.

Slowly, the four foot three inch sword was raised, the boy watching only it. The eyes of men followed the boys to the sword. It shimmered in the neon light and portrayed memories of the harsh reality that he had endured, his life of death and destruction.

With a strike of lightning he brought down the sword with god-like speed. The sword came down, and with it, the flashing of several more lives happened. The blade gleamed crimson yet again. After locating the dulling red cloth, he wrapped his sword and put it on his back. He left the decapitated bodies where they lay and went to find the nothingness that was his life.

OWARI

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Dark Stratos: *points to his counterpart* She's looking for anything that could damage her comp. Please review. It could help up lift her curse. It would also be a nice birthday present to her.

Star Shadow: *looks nervous and jittery* Please review.