Tales of the Supposedly Dead - 2
Schwarz Bruder, now revealed as an exact copy of Kyoji Kasshu, jumped into the cockpit of the Dark Gundam. Much to Domon's surprise, there was the real Kyoji. Schwarz grabbed the elder Kasshu brother and helped to support his nearly lifeless body.
"Wha…K-Kyoji?" Domon cried out in shock.
"Do it, Domon. Destroy the Dark Gundam! Just forget about me!!" Schwarz yelled to the King of Hearts.
"No! Don't ask me to do this, Kyoji!!" the younger Kasshu brother begged.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten what the crest on your hand means!" Schwarz shot back, "Or would you like to see this kind of tragedy repeat itself?"
With tears nearly blocking his vision, Domon powered up his Gundam. "All right then, Kyoji! Yaaaaaaaah!"
The Master Gundam managed to tear away from the Dark Gundam's hold and tried to reach Domon. "No! Don't do it, Domon!' The undefeated of the East yelled to his former pupil.
Domon disregarded anything the man had to say, fully bringing his Gundam into Hyper Mode. "Goodbye, Kyoji! Erupting: Sekiha Tenkyouken!!"
With that, all of Domon's power poured into his blast. A direct hit to the cockpit of the Dark Gundam. The wind carried upon it Kyoji's final words to his younger brother.
"Thank you…Domon."
"Kyoji!" Domon's tears came unbidden and flowed freely down his face.
Unbeknownst to Domon and the others, Kyoji had escaped the blast unharmed and was halfway to the title loan company. Seems someone told him about the poker game…
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"What do you mean you're having trouble appraising my Gundam?" Kyoji asked crossly.
"Sir…we usually appraise cars. Not…whatever this thing is." The appraiser replied and took a step back when Kyoji growled.
"Just do it!" Kyoji shouted and stormed off to the waiting room.
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The young priest smiled defiantly at the man who had trained him from childhood. This man was known as "Chapel" among the Gung-Ho guns, and Wolfwood was tired of backing down. Threatened with the deaths of more then a dozen orphans he had no other choice but to go along with the plans of Millions Knives. Wolfwood wasn't about to kill Vash the Stampede…not now. The Humanoid Typhoon had shown him an alternate view on life. Vash had shown him that people didn't always need to be sacrificed.
Wolfwood and his former mentor opened fire on one another. Bullets rained upon the two combatants, and the hot wind blew sand and dust into the air surrounding them.
When the dust cleared, one figure was left standing. Chapel was lying facedown on the broken ground in an already ruined town. The priest used his cross as a support and limped off to the church he had seen a few blocks back. Behind him, a trail of red dotted the road.
There in the church, Wolfwood knelt and prayed. Then he pulled out a broken bottle from his jacket. On the label of the bottle was a picture of a tomato. "I guess I should thank that Needle-noggin. If he hadn't sent me out for ketchup, I might have died." He chuckled and trudged out of the church, looking around for the nearest phone.
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Back at the game, Milliardo had finally arrived with the alcohol and Roy suggested that they have a drinking contest.
"Come on guys, it wouldn't hurt. Just a friendly game. " Roy urged, motioning to the others with his beer bottle. "Of course, we'll need something stronger then these. I think I've got a bottle of…something around here."
"What about the stuff Milliardo brought?" Treize suggested.
"Naw. That should be savored, the stuff I've got will be fine." The blonde man began to sporadically open cupboards and rooted through them. Before long, there were things stacked in odd piles all over the floor. Then out of the blue…the phone rang!
Anubis stood up, having gotten bored with watching Roy throw things, and walked over to where the phone was.
"Hello." Anubis answered, the others only hearing his side of the conversation. "What? Wolfwood…as in Nicholas D. Wolfwood?" Actually, I'm a bit busy. Okay, hold on." He covered the phone with his hand; "Do we have room for one more?"
Roy grinned and held up a bottle with its label peeled away, "If he can hold his liqueur!"
Anubis chuckled as he removed his hand from the phone, "Seems we do have room. Yeah, no problem. Later."
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Wolfwood couldn't believe his luck, especially after what had just happened. The priest walked over to his bike and fired it up. He then drove away from the ruined town.