A/N: My first SongFic, joy. I might change it around so it becomes a stand-alone, separate from DBAF, but I'm not sure yet. This is an AU of my fanfic, something that could've happened but didn't. All the little mini-stories I publish will be like this(except the History of Grey Wolf which I have planned.).
Author: Himura Grey Wolf(Flying Arcanine)
Disclaimer: I do not own: Vejiita(DragonBall Z,Akira Toryama), Frieza(DragonBall Z, Akira Toriyama), Arcanine(Poke'mon, Satoshi Tajiri), Nobuhiro Watsuki's version of Saito Hajime(Rurouni Kenshin), or the song "45"(Shinedown). They are properties of their respected owners. However, I do own Himura Grey Wolf and Zac.
Rating: Probably PG, due to character death. And one small bit of cursing. Maybe 13, but I don't think so.
Song: "45" by Shinedown
Summary: No need, it's short enough(kinda long for a songfic, though). Besides, the name of the song is clue enough.
Spoilers: None, really, unless you haven't read the Frieza Saga of my fanfiction.
"45"
Vejiita's pencil dashed across the letter he was writing to Grey Wolf. He paused, pulling something from his pocket-the engagement ring which he had given her, which she later returned-and looked at it for a moment, before carefully putting it within the envelope.
Send away for a priceless gift,
One not suttle, one not on the list.
He continued to write. "Kick villain ass for me, will ya? Keep the human's lives-and yours-as peaceful as possible."
Send away for a perfect world,
One not simply so absurd.
He wrote a good while more, occasionally stopping to think. Soon, as his emotions came loose, tears were flowing as freely as his pencil.
In these times of doing what you're told,
Keep these feelings, no one knows...
Whatever happened, to the young man's heart?
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart.
He wiped his tears. The imminent suicide freed him, as if he didn't have to live up to his title, his role in society. For some reason, people had always thought, and still did, that crying was weakness. Even he had thought it, but he had been wrong.
Thoughts drifted to Grey Wolf. And Speedy, the flying arcanine. Whom he had been unable to protect. Speedy, from death, and Grey Wolf, from the pain of losing a loved one. Speedy and Grey Wolf's bond had been so close, it had been as if Speedy were her child. Their child, no longer. The ones he cared for, were either gone or hated the very essence of his being. Now, for what shall he live?
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
There's no real reason to accept the way
Things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45.
He put the letter into the envelope with the ring and pulled out of a drawer, a dog tag. The one which had belonged to Speedy.
Send a message to the unborn child,
Keep your eyes open for a while.
He placed it in a shoebox, which already contained a variety of things, which Vejiita hoped would give Slash, Speedy's only son, an insite of what kind of poke'mon Speedy had been.
In a box, high up on a shelf,
Left for you, no one else.
Then, Vejiita put one last thing in-a picture. a picture of his family, before the crisis had happened. Grey Wolf and him had been standing next to each other, patting Speedy, when Zac was taking pictures with his camera. At the moment of the picture, Vejiita, point-blank, kissed Grey Wolf, Speedy doing his Arcanine version of a cat-call.
There's a piece, of a puzzle known as life,
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight...
Vejiita closed the box and put his face in his hands, his emotions of pain taking hold again. He sat there and cried for the longest time.
Whatever happened to the young man's heart?
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart...
Staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way,
Things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
He stopped, remembering what all but Saito and Zac had told him. Blaming him for Speedy's death, and Grey Wolf's hatred. What Grey Wolf had spoken, however, had hurt more than the rest combined. One word had been uttered yet it had not only caused his decision, but would be etched in his heart, even in the deepest bowls of hell.
"Murderer..."
Everyone's pointing their fingers,
Always condemning me
Nobody knows, what I believe.
What I believe...
He slowly reopened the drawer, pulling out a 45 automatic, examining its every contour within seconds.
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45.
Flashes in his head of those he'd hurt. Speedy... Zac... Saito...
Swimming through the ashes of another life.
Grey Wolf...
Another life!
He owed his life to her, but he had taken her life away from her... in ignorance. He had escaped death once. Not again. Without Grey Wolf, life wasn't worth living.
No real reason, to accept the way,
Things have changed.
He looked down at the gun, the instrument of his death.
Staring down the barrel of a 45!
He slowly lifted the gun to his head, his hands shaking slightly.
45!!
Memories of Grey Wolf tormented him for the last time.
45...
"Goodbye... and I'm sorry..." he whispered. A solitary, final tear of regret, and he pulled the trigger.
Staring down the barrel of a 45...