Authors Notes: Haven't posted one of these in a while, so I figured that I might as well, since I have the following drabble and the beginning of another written out at the moment. After these two, I can't guarantee any more updates of this drabble collection, but I suppose anything is possible. As such, I will be including a list of the characters I had in mind when writing these at the end of the next chapter, so at least that many identities are known. The narrator in this one is pretty damn obvious, and it's probably one of the longer drabbles of the bunch.

As always, thanks to everyone that reviewed and/or gave me support in one form or another. Special thanks to raedyn-l since their review made me really happy.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, no characters, no plots, and no pants.

Title: It All Falls Down

Chapter: Grey Line

Rating: PG-13, but probably nowhere near there in reality

By: Singe

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Do you remember standing in the checkout line, waiting for change (in more ways then one) in that dreary, bleary, nameless town? It was just another of the many places we sought refuge, but so you remember? You were skimming the stupid tabloid headlines, smirking slightly, nothing behind the gesture save for your appearance, silently mocking the humans. And knowing you, you were probably talking to the Monkey in your head. We both knew that she was trying to convince you of a reason behind the useless, glossy pages. Perhaps they showed how unique humans are, or that everything is connected, or that you can never draw blood, no matter what reason may be established. She always did like that last one. Yea…she probably was saying something like that, just more bullshit that none of us needed to hear then or now.

Already by then, when we were just buying groceries…it was too late. Do you remember that, oh Great King? That when we left the supermarket, they revealed their presence, forcing Lucy to stab whatever or whoever that first being whom had approached us…I remember that you just kept on walking and smoking one of your obnoxious cigarettes while she committed murder for you. Why should it matter, after all? It was just a dream, that attack. You weren't there with us on a busy street in a human town, carrying grocery bags while your maid killed someone whose allegiance and abilities were unknown. No, you were somewhere far away in your mind. Someplace with your angel, someplace were you both were finally able to be free. What did you call it? Paradise...? A world of false peace and everlasting love with no more battles, for either of you? If only you had paid more attention to the real world.

So here we are now, trapped, confused, and in a hell of a lot of pain. Hell…the irony is a bitch. One of your half brothers, the bastard, left you lying in a pool of blood; a mixture composed from you and every other being dead or dying on this roof, caught up in a web that none of could ever hope to see, much less escape from. Everyone here is being suffocated, stifled, smothered…just for the two of you.

Chiaki can't live without you.

Do you know that, oh Great One? Do you know that your death will lead her to her own? That I doubt Lika will be far behind? Hell, the old bag might even join in. If you die now, we're all fucked. So really, it's pretty obvious what must be done. Hell, even my brother must know by now. My brother…

I want you to know that this isn't for you...that I didn't do this for you, her, or anyone else…not even Lika. No, this is for me and me alone. Maybe I won't change anything. Maybe that guy will take over Hell and kill the lot of us. But maybe I will change something. Maybe I'll hurt him enough that he'll be forced to retreat, or perhaps injure him enough that he could be killed. Maybe I'll just buy more time for those that are left. And maybe I'll just die.

Brother, please listen to me, just this once to every word I say. Run. Just run as far and as fast as you can. Because whatever is going to happen, it won't take long, and then there will be no chance left.

I've died so many times now, so this one really doesn't matter. But this is different, I suppose. You won't be the one to kill me, so you won't be able to save ms, to return me to life. Isn't that right, oh Great Demon? And you, silent angel fallen from somewhere…you can't save anyone anymore. Maybe you never really could. In any case, I guess it's a good thing I won't be around to see what happens next.

But really…honestly. We both knew that we'd at least glance at the next issue, every issue, if not read it fully. Because, in the end, that was perhaps the closest to truth or reason as any of us would ever be.