Disclaimer: not mine Warnings: this is the last chapter; expect death, blood, and Shonen-ai (Kekkon made me)
It was pretty close; Ken wound was still bleeding and his strength was all but gone. Still, Schuldig could no longer use his right arm and he had a huge crimson gash across his chest. Neither knew who would win. Ken forced himself to stand up. He couldn't lose. Schuldig had hurt so many people. It must end here!
Schuldig shivered in delight; he was so close to his goal. He grinned at Siberian. Come on, he thought. Hurry up; I want to reach the end...my end.
Michel ran into the battle field with Free close behind. He halted at the sight of the blood-splattered German. "Schuldig!" Schuldig turned to the voice baffled. Michel? What was he doing here?
Ken seeing his chance lunged with redeemed strength. The claws caught the German under the chin tearing open his throat and spilling out precious blood. "Gah..." Schuldig collapsed convulsing in a growing pool of blood and smiled warmly, "Thank you..." Siberian closed his eyes; it was over. He slowly looked up to see Michel...crying?
Schuldig could almost laugh. He was in ecstasy. The bitter wind blew hard on his dying body but he didn't feel the cold. Warm arms embraced him. He looked up at his embracer, "...Farfarello?" The Irishman smiled warmly. "Schuldig, I said I would always be here for you. I would never leave you."
"Far..." Schuldig's body shuddered; he knew death would come very soon. His eyes closed, "Good bye, friend..." Farfarello smiled and embraced him tightly until he also faded away into the darkening sky.
Michel knelt down to the German's cold lifeless body. "Oh, Schuldig..." Tears filled his eyes and he didn't try to hold them back. It was only because of him that Michel was able to see his brother; to meet him. And he had to die for that? Free hugged the boy trying to comfort him, knowing no other way how.
Ken still didn't understand. Michel mourned for a cruel sadistic German? This must have been why he didn't accept the mission. He realized he was still wearing his blood-soaked bugnuks; he quickly tore them off. He wanted to forget this fight.
Crawford and Nagi left soon after Schuldig was killed. Nagi stared out the window silently remembering the deceased members of Schwarz. "Crawford, I don't want to do this anymore... I want to go back to Japan." Crawford silently agreed. He had had enough of America. They had the money, Crawford could move back to Switzerland, and Nagi could go back to Japan...to be with his true love. Yes, they had decided it; Schwarz was now dead.
Aya and Cholé stood silent in respect. Ken guiltily looked over at Aya, not knowing what to do. Aya did it for him, "Michel, the mission is over. We need to leave...now."
Michel nodded, "Hai." Before leaving he stooped down and lifted the dagger from Schuldig's cold hand. Smiling slightly he licked the dagger before concealing it inside his coat. He sighed murmuring something under his breath, then left to follow the others. Free paused from the eerie respond, he wondered what Michel had really meant when he had said ...fuil.
Ende
Fuil means blood...