NOTES: The purpose of this fic isn't to hate Reiji more, but for you to read what I think goes on in his mind. All of this is subjected to my whim—if I want to make him a girl, I CAN! This chapter goes a completely different way from the series because I kinda wrote this before I had the chance to watch the final eps ;

©: Reiji and all Gatekeepers stuff here is not mine (duh!) so if you hate them sue their creator and not me. And although Reiji is my evil twin, we are NOT blood-related (but he is still my evil twin).

Alliance

It was just black.

It, meaning everything.

I think I opened my eyes. I think I tried to feel around my body. There was a dull pain somewhere, but I couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. It could just be my mind, or my whole body could be aching all over, I couldn't tell. I couldn't even tell if I really had opened my eyes. I couldn't tell if I was breathing, nor if my heart was beating. Was I dead? I could be, and the feeling would probably be no different. Is this what death feels like? Its not enough. The scum deserve a much worse fate.

"Why are you in such a hurry to die? Is my illusion that good?"

I searched around the blackness from where the voice came from. At least I confirmed that I had opened my eyes; In place of where the voice should be was a creature vile, so vile. Bulging eyes, wrinkling skin, and deformations all over. It looked as if it had clothes on. And on its head, or at least what I thought should be the head, was… a crown?

Well, no matter what it was, I can be nastier. I need to be, if the vermin be crushed; "Apparently it isn't because it didn't do a thing about your face."

The bulging eyes bulged out even more and glowered saffron red, "You dare insult the great Count Devil? You insignificant human!"

"HALT! I shall not tolerate non-discipline!"

I couldn't see anything, but I felt a new presence step into the black void. I twisted my head around trying to associate a face with the voice, and all my eyes met up with were gleams. Gleams of metal.

"Excuse us my dear human, this Devil here doesn't know when to close his dirty mouth"

"How dare you say such a thing about my greatness! You crud! Your death…"

"Cease this at once!" I couldn't stand it. I didn't know where I was, I didn't know how I was, I couldn't confirm anything to be real, and to top it all off all I can see were these two ing fiends arguing amongst themselves completely ignoring me.

"Please calm down human," said the metallic gleam. The more it said the more I could see of it, so I did not dare interrupt. It was dressed like an army general though its body was metallic in most part, "I am known as General Machine, though that is not truly my name. This is what your kind has addressed me as. This whole incident, this is… you are… I don't know how to put it in words that would make sense to you…"

"This is a dream."

The voice this time came from the creature that called himself Count Devil, "In a way, it is an illusion, but at the same time it is real. I wouldn't expect a froth like you to appreciate this prowess but…"

"What he is trying to say is that Earth is a remarkable planet. Rich of minerals, complete in resources, and blessed with plentiful intelligence… yet it is inhabited by unworthy beings. Human beings. These creatures that call themselves superior and have an inclination to hierarchy. Those that abuse this Earth, abuse the life in it, but most of all abuse themselves. We're just trying to do the justice here, by taking away what humans don't deserve, and giving it to those who do. Think of us as, from your literature, say… Robin Hood?"

I just laughed. Laughed from the absurdity of it all. Laughed out of fear. Laughed because of the poor anecdote. Laughed, because I didn't know how else to react. This whole thing wasn't making sense. Communicating with aliens didn't make sense. Existing in a dream-like world in reality didn't make sense. Seeing and hearing but nothing more didn't make sense. However…

Earth being too good for humans made sense. Earth being abused made sense. Humans being undeserving and downright mediocre made sense. Everything they had said made sense, even though their existence didn't.

"…And why do I need to know about this? If you're going to do it sci-fi all the way, you should be just going for an all-out invasion instead of bothering to negotiate with me."

I just sneered. At least, I hoped they knew what a sneer was supposed to be. Sure, they were making sense. But the whole point of talking to me, didn't.

"That is what we wanted to ask you," said General Machine, "we were discussing our campaign when you broke your own porthole into our dimensionless space."

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"How?"

"Mmhm…" murmured the General. "I'm not sure exactly, though Count Devil here might have some answers, considering this space is of his creation."

"Well…" Count Devil rubbed a gnarly finger against his chin, pausing dramatically in thought, "I am able to make this space because, aside from my powers, I wanted to. You must have had an extreme desire to create your own space, or to escape from your own, and this yearning of yours must have pulled out the powers needed from within you…"

"And what?" the General continued, "It came true?"

"Yes. In a way…" pausing for a light laugh, "his dream came true."

"So you're telling me I wanted all this?"

"Probably. Sometimes we want things subconsciously, or they may already be in front of us in disguise, but it is your want—and therefore your responsibility."

So this was what I wanted? To be alone with a pair of aliens and without any knowledge of what's going on? I remember I asked Budd—

I asked Buddha for power.

I asked Buddha for the power to show humanity how inferior it was—and if they'd be too stubborn, the power to crush them.

Having these aliens take away earth would show humans how much we take it for granted. They will only realize how important something is once its taken from then.

And if that doesn't work…

I set my hands in front of my face and set them ablaze. Out of my own willpower. My hands remained embalmed in black flames bordering between lively and deathly.

I'll crush them.

For the first time, I smiled genuinely, and I threw the smile towards the two fiends—friends.

"I think the boy's caught on…" said Count Devil as he returned the smile.

"Yes, but I wish to do this formally." General Machine adjusted his collar, then coughed accordingly, "Mr… Mr…"

"Kageyama."

"Mr. Kageyama, I request an alliance among the three of us in achieving the same goal: that is, to take the earth from humanity. We ask this of you in the need of someone to guide us, someone who knows how these beings works. You have presented yourself to us, proving that you are indeed worthy of our cause."

I had no doubt. "I accept." 

Then everything was caught in a cloud of darkness once more. But this time I was not worried, as I waited patiently for the gate of power to open.