A/N: Warning to all Schuldich lovers. I didn't really mean for it to happen, but….you'll see. If Schuldich is your absolute favorite, you might not want to read it. Gomen! Other than that, there's not that much to warn you guys about. This WILL be the last chapter, but there will be a sequel. The sequel will be almost pure fluff. I couldn't leave you guys with the ending I'm leaving on this story. Moving on: THE REASON THIS UPDATE IS SO LATE IS THAT MICROSOFT WORKS WHEN I WAS INCHES AWAY FROM FINISHING! My sister has cancer, too, and we just found out on the 4th, so we're dealing with that, too. I promise not to let that interfere with my updating after this, though! If anything, it will keep my mind off any worries.

KitsuneAkai13/Red: Thank you! An e-mail AND a review, I mean wow! I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and thanks for the luck on this one. No waiting this time. They should figure things out this time. Or will they? Finally, the conclusion.

RyuichiFreak: Lol. I'm newly converted. I found out about it around August thanks to a friend, and she sat me down and had me watch all the episodes. After that, I devoured the manga. I've got tons more plushies where that one came from! Thank you for the lovely, long, review. Those are the best. Maybe Aya will stab him, maybe not. I liked that line, too. Poetic. Haha! I loved the bulb analogy. That made my day. Your enthusiasm to read my story is very…enlivening? I can't think of a word. Lol.

HeeroDuo4eva: I'm sure Yohji won't need anything like, say, stitches. You'll see. Haha.

Evelyn: Thank you! I agree with you about Schu being a sadistic hottie. I apologize beforehand for this chapter, ok?

DarkRoseBlood: Hulloh again! Such a beeeeeeeeeeeautiful review. I loved it. Aya was DEFINITELY grumpy, but wouldn't you be after being so terribly confuzzled? I'm sorry, I have discovered a passion for angst and suspense, and I find that I can no longer give chapters the fuzzy, happy endings I used to. I think I've tortured Yohji enough. Especially after this chapter. Mentally, and sometimes physically. You HUGGLED Schuschu after what he's DONE? Lol. I would, too. I would, too. I don't mind the depraved of sleep bit. When I finished this chapter the first time, so was I! This chapter is shorter than it originally was, simply because I realized that I wouldn't be satisfied if I didn't leave you guys hanging, and I decided to leave the rest for a sequel. Even this story seems so pitifully short. Sorry! Hahahahaaaaaaaaa.

Metal Girl: -laughs so hard that for a few minutes she can't even type- Wow. Thank you. I really, really needed that. I hadn't even considered that I was making Omi seme last chapter. It does fit, though, doesn't it? He could always threaten sweet, innocent KenKen with his sharp, sharp darts. Just think of that chapter as the comedic relief. Everyone needs a break from angst once in a while, ne? Maybe I'll write a story just for them. I think I could do that. Whaddya think?

YakiSoba: Woot! Go yakisoba! I love that word, though I can't remember what the food was…Chicken something. Here is your update, dedicated to you for your enthusiasm. Such politeness, too. A please. Lol. Here's a thank you for your review.

Because the site takes away my normal breaks (which I just now noticed) OIOIOIO will be the break between time and/or place.

Thanks for sticking by my story, y'all! That's as big of a Texan accent as I'm willing to type, so let's move on to the story. See you again once I've stolen your brains for five or so minutes of pure nonsense. Hehe. Fight on.

Mischa Kit

A Snuffed Candle : At the End

By Minerva

He grabbed a pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket and tapped one out. He lit it and drank in the first breath of smoke as purple eyes settled him and Aya stopped moving. Cool green met fiery purple across a dark roof as the redhead straightened, not yet sheathing his sword.

Yohji let the smoke out through his nose as he rose and cautiously moved forward. He'd seen what a redhead with a pointy object was capable of, and he didn't feel like dealing with it at the moment. He came to a stop just out of the reach of Aya's blade and took his cigarette out of his mouth so that he could speak clearly. He'd barely parted his lips before finding the blade of the katana against his jugular.

Aya pulled his lips back and hissed, "What makes you think I care to hear what you have to say? What makes you think that you even have the RIGHT to be NEAR me?"

Yohji swallowed. "I'm sorry." When the lavender eyes boring into his own showed surprise and the sword didn't inch closer or decapitate him, he continued. "I was incredibly stupid. While we were on the mission, I…I ran into Mastermind, and he started speaking to me. I don't know how, but…He convinced me that you had been lying to me, using me, that whole time." He continued in a quieter voice, "That you were pretending and thought that I was worth so little that you didn't think twice about it."

Aya's eyes grew cold and he pressed the blade closer. "Do you really think that I'll accept that? YOU betrayed me, not the other way around. Schwarz may be a lying, conniving, merciless bastard, but he had no motive--" He was cut off mid-sentence by a burst of nasal laughter.

Aya stepped back from Yohji and they both turned to stare at the intruder.

:My, my, katzen. Couldn't you think of anything better? Like a traitorous murderer? Or, oh, I know, a telepath who loves to fuck with his toys emotions?: Hard emerald eyes glittered in the lights from the city as he smirked superiorly.

"Bastard!" the two Weiss said in unison. Yohji turned to stare at Aya in surprise, but could only watch as the redhead followed his routine with Takatori's: he charged Schuldich, katana raised.

"Shineeee---un!" He hadn't gone three steps before he dropped his katana and swayed, clutching his head. His throat constricted at the pain pounding in his temples, and he could hear his pulse throbbing in his ears. Another moment and he was on his knees, almost overcome and whimpering. Sickening déjà vu caught him in its clutches, pulling him back to his last mission, and laying in a puddle of his target's blood as his own trickled to mix with it.

Yohji didn't give a second thought when he saw Aya in pain; he released his wire. It snaked its way around Schuldich's neck, and the telepath had the grace to look surprised before his head flew over the side of the building, his body following. There was the smack of flesh on concrete, but Yohji paid it no mind, already at his love's side and carefully turning his face so that he could check for bleeding. He sighed in relief, then jumped at the sound of the roof door banging against the doorway. He turned, wire ready and heart pounding, to be greeted by the welcome (well, almost welcome) sight of Omi with his darts and Ken with his bugnuks.

Omi homed in on the fallen redhead and was next to him in an instant, checking his vitals and then checking for injuries. Ken glanced around when he didn't see any enemies. His answer came in the form of a puddle of fresh blood at the very edge of the roof, and the stains that went up and over the side. Wanting to be free of Omi's anger, which was sure to come, for a moment, he strolled over to the puddle and peered over the side.

The brunette couldn't make anything out in the dark for a few moments, but then passing headlights revealed a flash of a green coat and red hair in the alley. Mastermind.

"Do you mean to tell me that we have been trying to kill him for so long, only to have him die THIS EASILY?!" He threw an exasperated look over his shoulder to the taller blonde. Yohji threw him a sarcastic glance in return.

"He was distracted." That said, he turned back and nodded, then picked up Aya at a murmured order from Omi. Ken froze like a deer in headlights when the petite blonde turned and fixed him with a fierce glare. Glower still firmly in place, Omi sashayed up to the taller boy and smiled sweetly at him.

"Now, whose fault is this for not listening to me?"

"Umm…Mine?" Ken squeaked, greatly intimidated.

Omi nodded. "Now, whose going to clean up the mess that has resulted?"

Ken bowed his head. "Me…" Omi beamed and patted his head.

"Good boy."

Yohji felt sorry for Ken as he heard the conversation while heading down the stairs. 'Well, better him than me. Though it is my mess…' he thought, laying Aya down on the bed. Discarding that line of thought, he brushed red bangs off of the pale forehead and frowned. He was surprised that such a short bout of pain would knock the redhead out for this long. 'Maybe something is wrong with him…No, Omi would have caught it.' He sighed. 'Guess I'll just have to wait until he wakes up.'

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Aya opened his eyes and groaned as sparkling red filled his vision. His bangs were getting too long again. He closed his eyes again when the fact that the sunlight hurt penetrated the fog his mind seemed to be drifting in, and rolled away. Right off the bed. His foot hit a chair leg that he was sure wasn't supposed to be there, shocking the occupant awake. They fell right off the chair and on top of him, causing him to strike his left temple against the nightstand.

The redhead opened his eyes once again, to be greeted by a sea of glittering gold. The light dazzled him and caused him to scrunch his eyes shut at the same time, and he clutched his head. A familiar and soothing hand stroked his bangs back off his forehead, but it seemed as though something was wrong with that picture. He thought back on why that should be wrong…He had gone on a mission with Yohji, and then…Yohji had dumped him. That was right. He just popped up out of the blue after having been gone for a very long time, and told him that he didn't love him anymore. What had made him as mad at the blonde as he had been, though. Something seemed…off.

Aya carefully reopened his eyes, and sighed in relief when his head didn't pound as badly. He looked up into worried green eyes and pulled back, causing the hand to slide off his head. He sighed and sat up, facing Yohji while leaning against the nightstand.

"Yohji…," he started, but couldn't think of what to say.

"I really am sorry, you know. I can't explain why I believed him, but I did." The taller man looked away from him and started fidgeting with his hands. "Is it possible for you to forgive me?" Aya rubbed his temples.

"Yota---Yohji, I really don't know. I can't deal with this right now. Give me some time." The redhead sighed again. "Maybe. Maybe I can. For now, just leave me alone." He stood and laid down on his bed again, back towards his teammate.

Yohji cast a pain filled glance at the figure on the bed, then pushed his sunglasses up on his nose so they covered his eyes.

"All right. I'll give you that." He turned and walked out the door, staring sadly into the dark room before shutting it.

To be continued………………………………...............................................................................................

A/N: That's the brakes for now, folks. It was too short for my taste. I don't know about you guys. It will probably be a week at most before I have the sequel up. I plan to write two chapters before I post the first, that way I can update even if something keeps me from being able to write the next chapter, okay? So, the rest of my updates should be pretty regular. Such a cliffhanger, ne? I think that all of the angst seekers will thin out in the next one. I plan to write some pure, unadulterated fluff after this. I need some cheer. Lol. I hope you enjoyed it, and thank you for following this through to its completion. I hope to see you again! Jya ne! (Please R&R!)

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