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In memory of a friend
Aya stood in the shadows and watched as the guards searched the bodies. He knew they wouldn't find anything of use. At least, their attackers had been professionals – nothing traceable would be found on them.
He felt a little detached and out of place.
One of the guards barked orders. The guard looked very uncomfortable in his position as leader – well, he was just propelled upwards the hacking order. Everyone else above him had been killed in the ambush.
Some men stepped in the floor; he recognised Oracle and Mastermind between them. That was how they knew. Well, it didn't matter anymore, not really. It wasn't like Oracle or Mastermind were that far behind them. Aya snorted knowingly. Most likely, they would follow today. If Aya estimated their client correctly he already arranged Schwarz' departure.
Suddenly, a small hand lay on his shoulder.
"Are you sad, Aya-Kun?"
"No, Omi. My only regret is that I won't see my sister anymore."
One of the bodies got turned around. The guard kicked it once and swore. The attack hit them not unexpected but in spite of some warnings their boss and a lot of his colleagues got killed.
No one to sign his pay check anymore. Poor bunny.
Aya smirked maliciously.
"What about you and the others? Are you alright?"
Omi smiled at him.
"We are fine all in all. It wasn't that unexpected, was it? Will you come with us? At least, as far as our way is together?"
He looked at him with big, blue eyes. Aya cast a look behind Omi, where Ken and Yohji were waiting. It seemed they said their good-byes already.
Aya realised, they were waiting for him …
His heart felt warm suddenly and a big weight was lifted from it. He knew that his sister would be fine without him.
He smiled warm at Omi.
"Yes, I will come with you as far as possible. Let's face it together, what ever comes."
He hugged the boy, no, his friend and laid an arm around him. They walked to Ken and Yohji and all four embraced each other smiling.
"Let's go."
Together they stepped into the corridor and turned away from this mess on the floor.
After a few steps warmth embraced them, sipped into their bodies and let them feel cherished and comfortable. With renewed energy they walked on - into the light inviting them.
Oracle stared at the blood on his shoes. It would be hell to clean them. He snorted in disgust at the panicking guards and the way they jumbled through each other.
He felt a pang of regret somewhere deep inside him. After all, Weiss had been their opponent so long; they had almost been colleagues in a way. The outcome of their vendetta was never in doubt for Crawford. But the way it turned out left a stale taste in his mouth.
"Well Braddy, life is going to be much dumber now, right?" An arm snaked around his shoulder as Schuldig leaned on him.
Automatically Crawford yanked the offending limb aside.
"Don't call me that."
They watched as Abyssinians body was dragged over the floor to a wagon where Siberians and Bombays bodies already were. The wagon was not big enough for them, the bodies fit barely on it, lax arms hanging beside.
A broad blood track was left behind form Abyssinians body; his trenchcoat was drenched in it. From the way he was perforated with bullets he must have been dead instantly.
In fact, they all were when they stepped in the trap set for them
Crawford signed. Yes, life would be much dumber now.
He nodded in direction of the bodies in a kind of quiet salute.
It was the kind of fate awaiting them all after all; he had no reason to dwell on it.
At least, Weiss was free now.
And in his deepest heart of hearts, Crawford envied them for it.
-Fin
For Manu, who lost today the fight against cancer. She met Death with her head raised and proud.
You will not be forgotten.