Hey people! No, I did not forget about you! First I suffered writer's block, then I was busy, then I couldn't figure out how to end it! Oh, and thank you to all you reviewers, You make me very happy!

I have been working on it and I am pleased to say that here it FINALLY is!

This is the last chappie! --

But I think it is a good one! Tell me what you think!

Brago-...so...this is over now?

Yes Brago

Brago- Good

Sherry- WHAT HAPPENNED TO ME!

You'll see

Sherry-...I hope you didn't do something evil...

Of course not! That is Brago's job!

Sherry/Brago- BLOOD!

Shutting up now! Oh, and I own nothing yet plot and...weeeell...a...piece of...wait a minute... BRAGO!

Brago- What!

WHERE IS MY CHOCOLATE!

Brago- ...ummmmmmmm I don't know?

THEN WHY IS THERE CHOCOLATE ON YOUR MOUTH!

Brago-... I was...hungry

GRRRRRRRRRR!

Pathetic ningens, Brago thought to himself as he listened to the bald man's drabble. Several women were openly weeping and some grey haired guys could be seen dabbing at their eyes with handkerchiefs. Why are they crying? He felt something slip down his cheek, alarmed; Brago lifted his pale hand to his face to find it damp.

You'd think that by now he'd be used to his own tears, he had been crying more in the last three days then he had in his entire life. Why? Oh yeah, because Sherry was gone. Damn these human ceremonies, she is dead end of story.

End Of Story.

It was the end of his story. What was left for him now? He would never be King. Brago saw his dreams go up in smoke. He'd never see Sherry again, never hold her, never tell her he loved her, never get a chance to make up for all he had said and done to her.

Another tear slid down his face before Brago erected an invisible barrier between himself and the rest of the world. Finally the preacher shut up, he said that if anyone had anything left to say to her to say so now before they closed the casket forever.

Brago didn't even notice himself stand up. The next thing he knew he was standing by the open coffin. He looked down at her, no longer surprised by the flood of tears he shed. Sherry had once made him strong, now she tore him to pieces and made him pathetically weak. By all rights he should hate her for this, but he didn't, if anything he loved her even more.

There she lay, a perfect porcelain doll. Her skin's pallor of death merely worked to magnify her radiance. One golden wisp of hair swept across her brow, tossed by a swift breeze that smelled of rain. Brago leaned closer and gently brushed away the errant curl. His had stayed on her skin, marveling at its smoothness. He remembered when her cheeks had been warm and flushed with joy, now they were cold.

Brago's eyes wondered down and settled on her pale waxy lips, no longer pink and alive, they looked dead. But still, those were Sherry's lips, dead or not. When he lowered his mouth to her's, they become his lips; he claimed them as his own.

She was HIS human! Death couldn't take her away from him yet, he wouldn't let death win! Yet, death had won. Sherry was gone, leaving behind her empty shell. Resigned, Brago pressed an object into her cold dead hands and turned away. He couldn't stay and watch as they lowered her husk into the earth. Sherry was already gone, and she wasn't coming back.

Brago ran. He ran mindlessly forward, not caring if anyone saw his tears, not worrying about where his feet where taking him. Brago was doing what he swore he'd never do, Brago was running away. With a faint roar the water laden clouds let loose their own grief, their own tears. Brago passes a familiar sight, a memory surfaces,

Flashback

"Come on Brago! It'll be fun!"

"No, we are supposed to be training, what has gotten into you Sherry? We have better things to do then play around with a stupid ningen toy."

"A Ferris Wheel is not a stupid toy Brago!"

"It is still a waste of time."

"But Brago, you might see the enemy better from up there, or a new training ground, the clearing is getting really beat up, and you yourself said we needed somewhere else to train!"

Brago could feel his resolve slip under the pleading gaze. He wondered what it was about this ride that could have Sherry shake her normally somber mood. It just wasn't like her to act so…………child-like.

"Hey, you there, Mr. Fuzzy Weak Freak and Blondie," Brago turned around to face a young black haired man with a green and purple mamodo child. The book in the man's hands was a putrid blend of the two colors that could only be described as murple.

Brago twitched at the horrible butchery of an insult. Sherry's hands clenched in anger.

The black haired man wasn't done talking though, "Hand over your book Blondie and I won't kill you." He looked over Sherry for a moment before speaking again, "On the other hand, hand me the book and maybe we can work something out between me and you."

His mannerism was so nauseatingly vulgar and suggestive, that it had Brago seeing red, "Sherry," He looked up at his partner expectantly. Sherry nodded, all nonchalance gone, as she opened the black book.

"Reis!"

End Flashback

Brago ran past the desolate fairgrounds. He never did go on that ride with her. His feet pounded on through the rain. Trees cast dancing shadows across his path from the sun disappearing into the black storm clouds. He ran past the closed flower shop, the faint scent of lavender and eucalyptus brought another memory shimmering to the surface.

Flashback

"Jii, stop the car please!" Brago opened one of his eyes to look at Sherry curiously. The limo rolled to a stop in front of a tiny flower shop. "What are you doing Sherry?"

She looked at him, "I need to get something, come on."

Puzzled, Brago fallowed her into the store. Once inside he froze as his sensitive nose was assaulted with aromas. Most of the plants he had never even seen before and they overwhelmed his senses. Suddenly he realized that Sherry had moved on ahead of him through the jungle. He rushed to catch up to her.

There was the sound of a slight crash like something had been broken and the pair could hear a string of curses as an old woman peeked her bespectacled head over a particularly thick patch of roses, "I shall be right with you- oh! It's you Sweetie!"

The old woman disentangled herself from the flowers. Wrinkles covered every inch of her flesh and her once brown hair was now graying. Big brown eyes looked through bottle cap rims. "Hello Dearie! How are you doing?"

The old lady beamed up at Sherry and engulfed her in a massive embrace. Sherry was lost in the blue flower patterned dress that covered the woman's form. "Hey Granny,"

Now Braggo was really confused, Granny? Sherry separated herself from the woman, "Granny, I'd like you to meet Brago, Brago, this is Ms…………………ummmmmmmm, well, I just call her Granny, is that ok?" The last part of her sentence was directed to Granny who smirked and nodded.

With glittering eyes that made Brago feel nervous, Granny looked over Brago appraisingly. After a moment of silence her face was consumed by a toothy grin, "He's a good catch this one. Easy on the eyes, well done. Of course he may have to lighten up when the babes are born, he might scare the little tykes otherwise."

Brago turned a fascinating shade of scarlet. Sherry stammered a disclaimer that fell on deaf ears. "Now then Dearie, did you need you usual?" Still blushing Sherry nodded.

Granny reached down below the foliage that surrounded the counter and drew out a small green bottle. Sherry handed Granny some money in exchange for the bottle, concluding her purchase. Waving goodbye to Granny, Sherry led Brago back out of the store. Brago's nose was full of gratitude as they left the store, and so was his sanity.

They returned to the limo. After a few minutes of silence Brago decided to ask what had been bothering him, "Sherry, what is in the bottle?"

Sherry looked down at her purchase, "It is oil for my hair." Brago still looked confused so Sherry carefully opened the bottle and a pleasant smell of eucalyptus and lavender permeated throughout the space. Brago filled his nostrils with the smell and he knew that this was the smell he would always associate with Sherry.

End Flashback

Neither one of them ever mentioned the disturbing conclusions that Granny had alluded to. Now in the clear view of hindsight, Brago asked himself if he should have. Memories surfaced faster now, swirling in his mind in a desperate torrent of recollection, pain, and regret.

Flashback

Defiant sapphire eyes glared at their opponents even as the girl behind them reached her physical limits. Still she pushed herself harder.

Flashback

Appraising eyes looked down at the boy and his young blonde mamodo as she showed mercy for the first time.

Flashback

Fearful eyes brimming with tears as she made a dreadful pact with a demon, oblivious to the fire around her, only wanting to get her friend back.

Flashback

Eyes glittering in joy as they raced side by side through the snow covered wilderness. The hums of the snowmobiles' engines were the only sounds in the dark.

Flashback

Determined eyes daringly met his over the jagged glass shard she held to her own throat. If he harmed the servant, he'd have to lose his partner and his dreams of Kingship.

Flashback

Blue despairing eyes were swimming in tears as she awoken from a nightmare only to be pushed away by the one whom she had reached out for.

Flashback

Eyes stare, entranced by the fire, as she reaches to touch the flames.

Flashback

Laughing eyes as she watched Brago's difficulty in dealing with a young child.

Flashback

Fury burning in her eyes as she looked at the creature that caused her suffering; that had brought her friend to her breaking point.

Flashback

Eyes haunted by a painting hung in her room.

Flashback

Desperate eyes pleading for him to come back, to not leave her alone on the hospital bed; to return her love. Eyes of resignation when he didn't even glance back, but he still saw.

Flashback

Her blue eyes closed forever in death.

End Flashbacks

Brago stumbled and his run slowed to a walk. Tired, he lay his back against a concrete wall as the cold rain beat his skin. The gravity warrior looked up to observe his surroundings. The truth of where he had come acted like a slap in the face. His back was resting on the burned out shell of a building. To his right was a fire gutted carcass of a fruit stand.

This was the town it all began in, where Sherry's friend had lost it, where he and Sherry found each other. Brago recalled the day he mat Sherry vividly. She had been so sad, so lonely…… With a cry of frustration, Brago shoved himself away from the wall as he physically threw himself from the memories and the agony they promised.

He was surrounded and consumed by the past. Brago began to walk. His steps were steady and sure, contrast to his heart that beat erratically in his throat. No doubts remained in his mind; Brago knew where he was going.

Kiyo picked up the discarded newspaper, a piece of toast still dangling from his jaws. Zatch was stuffing his face. Kiyo was tactfully ignoring the repulsive exhibition of poor manners as he scanned the front of the paper. Prison Escape, Stocks Go Up, Cat Born With Three Eyes, Earthquake halfway 'round the world, Yellow Fins beat the Eagles, 12-6………boring! Oh well, may as well read about the three eyed cat!

As Kiyo flipped through the pages to reach the bizarre article a picture caught his eye. It was that pretty blonde girl from the beginning…..Sherry. Curious, he read on…..

18 year old Sherry Bellemond, daughter of the wealthy Bellemond family, went into a coma and died earlier this week. Her mother, Rachel Bellemond confessed to the murder and was sent to Happy Killer Lane Correctional Facility for Psychos and Wackos to be monitored. Once there however, a fellow inmate grew angry and stabbed Ms. Bellemond in the throat. One of their servants later commented that that one inmate should be set free for their contribution to society. Both Bellemonds leave behind devoted servants and friends. Sherry leaves behind her suitor, Brago Mamodo who refused to comment to reporters. The service was held for Sherry Bellemond at 4:00 p.m. yesterday.

Kiyo's mind went numb with shock, that poor girl….. She had been kind enough to spare them in the beginning. Kiyo looked over at Zatch; he couldn't imagine how her mamodo was feeling right now. He hadn't even thanked Sherry for letting them go; now he never would. Zatch gorged on, oblivious to his partner's inner struggle.

The mamodo in question stood stone still, staring down at the waters below. The river raged with the increase of water from the rain as it flowed under the bridge. He was silent; his eyes dry, all tears were long since cried. The wind whipped around him, coaxing him to let it take him down, down, down to the watery depths.

He closed his eyes, no longer caring what happened, as long as it ended. Fingers let go of the railing and he fell. Sinking into the water he felt the river's hold take him. Arms wrapped around him and he felt the kiss of death on his lips. He embraced his Lady Death as she took him away to his love. A figure walked past the bridge, and stopped, where did that smell come from? It smelled like……..Lavender and Eucalyptus. They shrugged and continued on their way.

Deep underground, pale arms tightened around a black book. A smile lit dead lips as the book was engulfed in a purple fire. The fire morphed and shifted, and when it subsided, only ashes remained where both book and body had been.

There, all done! Sorry I killed everyone off, I know you all want to kill me now...but please don't!

You are all probably wondering now why Brago and Sherry aren't killing me... Ode to the wonders of duct tape!

PLZ review!

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