Act Three: Russian Roulette
In behind, Hakkai's head there was a voice making an announcement. An announcement about a show…
"Now, for his final act; the Great Genjo Sanzo will do his most dangerous disappearing trick of all time…"
He remembered about having this dream, where Sanzo was the star. The whole room was dark but the spotlight gave him its attention, as he smiled, no… smirked at the audience.
He remembered being part of the forgotten audience, even though bathed in the darkness there were hints that people were there because of the clapping of their hands or the hoots they made.
But that was a dream, this is reality: Sanzo's back on him. The monk's face was in its usual stone cold glare.
"…Now on the prime of his career, after years of entertaining us with illusions, he will pull off a performance as dangerous as it is astonishing! Once done before by a not so distant relative…" the unknown voice kept on going and a man in a black tuxedo came in, offered Sanzo a box which he opened and took out his most prized possession: his Smith and Wesson handgun.
The blond sighed, "Will you try and stop me?"
Sanzo didn't turn around, he knows Hakkai was there. From the start, Hakkai was there and in the end he was still there.
"I did before" Hakkai's chuckle reached his ear, "But it's your choice in the end… I'm not the one to stop you…"
Sanzo raised a brow at this much unexpected gesture from the healer.
Hakkai heard the click.
"You're very nosy you know?" Sanzo said.
Hakkai smiled the evening light twinkling in his eyes.
"All of you watch carefully" there goes the voice again. Sanzo's grin went from ear to ear, playing with the gun in his hands.
"This may take my life… That's why I wanted to end my life with a bang"
This elicited a small laugh from the audience; a wink was given to them from the blond.
Nothing happened, yet.
"So…" Hakkai looked at the stars at the heavens above, "Are you still going with your plans?" The recurring thought that Sanzo would back out in his plans made his eyes twinkle in merry delight.
"Oh, shut up"
"Now keep your eyes peeled" he raised the gun on the side of his head, an eerie smile spread across his face. The room developed into a blanket of dead silent, so silent one could hear a pin drop.
Hakkai didn't move as Sanzo pushed the nozzle on his head.
He could react, but he not a muscle moved.
He hoped… no he wished… that…
A shot rang
Smoke danced out of nowhere.
In Hakkai's dream, he remembered he was shouting bravo over and over again. He remembered standing along with the crowd in world wide gesture of an ovation.
He could see the remnants of body filled with energy before, fueled by a spirit that refused to die even in the midst of defeat… A stubborn character that never accepted foolishness and believed in a no-nonsense motion that kept him living for the last twenty three years
He picked up the fallen body with a bit of blood running out of his head.
A smile carved from glass as he caressed the golden hair.
He disappeared.
A/N: Just want you to know, this story is actually two years old and has been in my old notes… I actually wrote this because I've been watching too much Chicago at the time. I just finished making a Seishirou, Subaru version of this Man, I'm addicted to that pair, LOL