Chapter 9: "The End of the Reaper"

Wally couldn't remember much after that. He vaguely recalled Crow grabbing him and Cree and hauling them out of the furnace, meeting up with the others. He remembered Crow mysteriously summoning a ship out of nowhere that they used to leave. And he remembered how when Crow was about to press the detonation device to blow up the mansion once and for all, Kuki tried to stop him, saying that they had to rescue the Delightful Children. But Wally just shook his head solemnly, and Kuki understood that there wouldn't be any need. Crow pressed the button, and everything, everything, went up in flames.

Wally lay back on the green, grassy hill, scattered wildflowers smiling at him. It had been a day since the rescue operation. Dizzy and the others hopped a plane and set off to Australia, determined to build another airship. Crow, Cree, and Chad had mysteriously disappeared before Wally could even thank them. And here he was, lying on his favorite spot in the entire town, with his love Kuki Sanban sitting less then a foot away from him. A medley of thoughts swarmed through his brain, making his head ache. Life's too damn short to waste. You've got to take an opportunity when you see it coming! No one should have to die alone.

No one. Yet so many end up alone anyway. Perhaps that's just life.

You're a good kid, Wally. I hope you lead a happier life than mine.

God, I hope so too, thought Wally.

"Wally, there's something I need to ask you," said Kuki, turning to him.

"Well, hold on a second, Kooks, cause there's something I need to tell you first," replied Wally sitting up. She deserves to know. Before either of us go too far. So he launched into the story of what he was, of what Crow was, of what they were meant to be. Of course, he didn't know that Crow was actually the clone of Father, so he got that part hopelessly wrong. It didn't really matter though.

"Kuki, I was made to be a weapon, a murderer," he sighed. He couldn't even look at her. He couldn't bear too. "I shouldn't even be here."

"Wallabee Beatles!" shouted Kuki. Wally jerked his head up, surprised to see Kuki looking absolutely livid.

"Do you really think it matters to me what you were created for? Stupid, none of us are born with a purpose, we make our own. That's the way life works! And if you ever talk like that again I'm going to throttle you until you pass out!" She drew back, a little surprised at her own speech. But she was pleased to discover that despite the horrible intentions for which Wally was created, she still loved him just as much as she did before. Perhaps even more so.

"Erm, well, um...quite right, Kuki. Whatevah you say," he replied meekly.

"Now, back to my original question. Wally, do you love me?" asked Kuki, blushing slightly, the anger from her face gone. She moved closer to him. Her face was so close, too close. She was so beautiful, so innocent. His heart pounded madly, and his breath stopped.

Crow stared at them, perched atop a high cliff facing the hill, sitting next to Cree. He gave a sigh and turned to Cree.

"So that's the story, Cree. I'm the son of Father. Hell, I am Father. I've murdered countless lives, and yesterday, I even murdered children. But as far as I'm concerned, I'm through with killing. This is the end of the Reaper. I don't know where I'll go now, but I'll find a place, somewhere. I hear Hell has vacancies."

"I don't think so, Crow," scoffed Cree. "I don't care what you've done in your past, you're still the same old Crow to me." Crow turned to her and winked, showing only his bright red eye. He lifted his robotic arm and gave her a little wave.

"Oh, stop it, Crow. An eye patch and a long glove and you'll look almost normal."

He laughed. "Am I supposed to be a pirate Luke Skywalker?"

"Hell, why not? Listen Crow, you're far too talented to let something like this get you down. I love you with all my heart, and I'm not going to let you do this to yourself. Think about all the good you can do now!"

"Like what?" he asked.

"Well, now that you're free, why don't you use your powers for stopping conflicts rather than starting them, preventing wars from breaking out. Putting out the fires of conflict."

"The last time I tried that I lost an eye and an arm, remember?" he asked.

"Well, you can stand to lose a few more. You can't live forever, Crow."

"So, we're going to be peacemakers now, huh? Putting out the fires of conflict. What are we going to call ourselves? The fire fighters?"

"Lord no, nothing that lame. Pfft, the fire fighters," she scoffed. "Don't worry, we'll come up with something later."

"Cree, are you sure about this? It's not going to be a very easy path. It's a hell of a lot harder to maintain peace than it is to achieve it."

"Are you quoting Gundam Wing now, Crow?" asked Cree.

"So what if I am?"

Cree giggled. "I guess you're a dork after all, Zechs." She grabbed him and locked her lips with his. And far below them, another, slightly younger couple, were exchanging a passionate kiss. And their love was just as passionate, their hearts just as pure, and there lives just as intertwined.

THE END

(A/N) Well, there's your happy ending, flirtykuki. As you may have noticed, this story, as well as it's prequel, is named after a Beatles' songs, as will the sequel to this story. That's right folks, I've got another sequel in the works! I've already got a perfect title for it. Be warned though, it's going to be significantly shorter than this one, and a lot less action packed. But I wanted to wrap up all the the loose ends of this series nice and neat, and I think a very short sequel is the way to do it. Oh, I almost forgot, major thanks to ALL my reviewers so far, omegared, flirtykuki, riobella, shadowcoop, hells agent, you guys rock. Also, a quick question. If you had the choice of letting Crow live or killing him off, what would you do? This was the hardest thing for me to decide, but I'm a softie, so there ya go. Well, that's all folks! Look out of the sequel of sequels, "The End"!