Farside Bunny is happy, as she could not. That damned one deserved her for her actions, maybe she not only avenged for her counterpart, but for several others who had worse fates. Bunny had not yet told her beloved counterpart about her act of revenge, she was afraid of her reaction. Mahina never went to the same one after that day, nevertheless, never had a grudge about the violent action and still self-blame. Bunny could not forgive, if she was stronger then ... Now it's past, now she was strong, thanks to the help of that strange black-veiled woman, several outlets besides her could find peace now.

Mahina is still a happy girl, despite the difficulties she faces everyday, and Farside Bunny would be there for her, despite the guilt of always seeing that, or not seeing what is not in place.

- Bunny, any problem? You're with that sad one again ...

- No, no, I ... I'm fine, just thinking.

- Do not tell me you still think about that day, forget it, it was my fault, as I always tell you ... An arm to still talk to you is a silly price.

With this phrase, Farside Bunny could not stand, she had a duty to tell her beloved counterpart about her act.

- Mahina, do you remember who did this to you?

- It was an accident, but ... Black Rock Shooter, why ask?

- You do not mind me fighting or killing in this world, do you?

- No, I already know how it works here, I want to make you ... Wait, you did not do this ... you did not do this ...

- Mahina, I had to do it, not just for you, but for those she massacred.

- You had no right to do that to her!" Mahina shouted, putting her only hand on her forehead.

- I did!- Farside Bunny replied in the same tone, trying to make a defense for himself.

Actually, Farside Bunny, you had NO right to do that to me ...

Bunny could not believe she heard that voice, could not, but he would. Worst of all was not madness to outherself in front of her. At the top of the ravine nearby, she was there. With a scythe of old wood handle and rusty blade in his hands, black veil wrapped in the body, and the earring of a rosary in his ear. Bunny could not believe, not by her living condition, but such utensils in his own hands ... she could not believe it, she did not want to believe it, but such things seemed volatile to her vision.

Black Rock Shooter was alive, very alive, live too long. That black veil and earring, could not fool her of being of anyone ...

- What did you do with that one?- Farside bellowed at the one who was supposed to be dead.

- I did not do anything ... I did not do anything ...

- Liar!- she said with her gun in her hand, though her counterpart held his wrist firmly in an attempt to avoid bullshit.

Zakarias Berdinazzi died of old age. She who helped me ... I paid what I should pay, I had her inheritance ... Human! Get out! NOW, situation will be ugly.

Farside Bunny ran away from her beloved human already knowing that the blue-eyed damn was right behind. Everything was pretty bad for her situation, she remembers and would never forget her encounter with that woman with a black veil. The presence that forced not to touch the coffin was the sickle in the hands of Black Rock Shooter. They arrived at an open arena, perfect for a two fight, but with only one way out.

Black Rock Shooter stood there in front of the entrance with a malicious grin on his affection. Damn it, Bunny thought, she'll be trapped. His only escape would be to defeat her again, sighed deeply, if she defeated her once, she could do it again.

- What's the matter, you're afraid of me?

She denied such a statement and set off for the attack. The damned defended without much effort despite being an old wooden handle, that woman should not have something normal in her belongings, from the defensive attack made a small and thin cut on his arm. She swallowed dry, the line that kept strong the closed state of her body would not work, she lost all its advantages. Now she was not facing the damn thing that hurt her beloved counterpart, but Black Rock Shooter.

Her weapons trembled from the trembling of her hands, her instincts screamed for her to flee somehow, yet her heart screamed. FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT! Just heard, or thought, if it were to be the last, it would have to be epic.

Farside was agile in his attacks, strong enough to break that old scythe into the hands of his enemy. But this did not happen, no matter how often her attacks struck that old sickly scythe, the scythe never broke. Black Rock shooter ran forward to stop in addition to being defensive, Bunny tried to defend himself, but this only led to the breaking of his lunar blade.

She growled in anger, that made her summon the wheel of four thorns, feeling the power coming from it with a dark purple aura around it. The bastard held her scythe firmly. It struck quickly, burning and destroying the shrouded ground. For some reason, inside Rock's head, she remembered Severina, did not know why, just remembered. Despite these attacks the sickle did not give in but could feel the force of his blows through the muscles. Rock knew she was determined to make an end in her life, though ...

This was not her time and her turn.

Farside Bunny made the mistake of making a near attack. The scythe aimed at his arm and cutting him off. She cursed at the act, before the sickle ... Everything went dark. She could only feel the blood streaming down his face.

Farside Bunny could only scream.

Black Rock Shooter just looked at the situation. She started to walk away slowly, a faint smile on her face. She ignored the human running toward the outherself with the injured shout. Rock walked away in the shadows, going slowly, watching the human helping her outherself. In the doorway she screamed.

- I left a medicine here for her. You're going to have to take this.

Black Rock Shooter is gone.

Mato looked at her calendar again before going to sleep, 105 summed it up, it had been 105 days since he'd spoken to her outherself. It was late at night, tomorrow seemed like another day. She did not like to pretend about this situation to her friends, but she should. She swallowed dryly about her decision, that woman said not to go that world until Rock came back, at least that's what she understood, just because she could not bear to see things from her homeland. She ignored that warning in her mind, she felt it was okay, just felt it. Quickly she went to her bed before some stupid reason prevented her, left the sheets close to her body and focused on her beloved outherself.

When she opened them again, she recognized the black sky with several bright stars, despite the night, saw the white plain with the cliffs in the distance. There was nothing to doubt, she was in Outherworld, next to a familiar peak.

And at the end of that peak, he recognized the black coat with the white star behind.

Mato just ran spike to the top to hug it tightly in his outherself. She looked a little startled by the sudden hug, just smiled at the response of affection. Mato noticed her condition: his eyes looked tired, many tired, body wet, almost sleepy. She did not have to ask, Rock was already dropping her head into the lap of her counterpart.

Are you okay?- that was the only question in Mato's mind.

- Yes very well and you?

- I suppose so...- She noticed some of the extra accessories that were not there.- These are not the earring and the veil of that woman?- she remembered to ask about the scythe later.

- Yes, in a way, yes. But they belong to me now, she gave me "gift".

- So tell me, how was your experience? Tell me everything.

The look of Black Rock Shooter got serious and answered.

- Mato ... I'm going to break a promise to tell you. I do not want to rummage her coffin for this, but ... it's for you. This trip is one I will never forget, but it is one I want to remember ...

Author Notes: So, we end this story. I do not know how to write in English, I had to use google translator for this. What a shame of mine. I hope you enjoyed those who followed this story comment if deemed necessary, can help me in a future idea.

Kisses and Hugs from Aunt Akira.