A/N: People said please. 'Nuff said.

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three years later...

"Jack, I'm tired of being your menial slave. Free me...or at least deactivate me! I can't take it anymore!!" The Sapphire Dragon breathed blue smoke into its master's face. Jack waved the Shen-Gong-Wu away, already regretting the voice box he'd built for it. The Dragon slunk away and Jack sighed.

"Finally, peace and quiet."

"Or at least it would be if you could keep me out of your head. Sadly, I'm way too strong for that. Sucks for you, Spacky." Jack dropped to the ground and clutched his head in pain.

"Get outta my head!!"

"Oh no, Spacky. I won't be leaving so soon. You did kill me after all."

"No...NO! You killed yourself!"

"Hmm...no matter. The point is I'm dead. Because you just couldn't resist a pretty face."

"You were so pretty, Kimiko..." A single tear slid down Jack's weary face.

"I guess I was. It must have been a good three years. Finally ruling the world...all because of me. I guess my death was great thing for you, wasn't it Spacky?"

"No, Kim! You...Your death was the worst thing that could have happened to me! How could you love that Brazilian freak?! Why...I'm a genius! I'm bad! I'm emo! I have cool goggles! I have robots! I'm so much better than him!"

"I guess so...you DO rule the world...I bet if you weren't so evil, I'd still be alive." A stupid idea popped into Jack's head.

"So I bet if I stop being evil, you'll come back to life."

"Maybe, Spacky. Just maybe." Jack ran to his enslaved dragon and commanded it to jump into a volcano. The Dragon sighed in relief and obeyed, grateful to be freed from the servitude Jack always demanded. It immediately deactivated itself in the fiery pit. Jack turned to the thousands of people in his palace and they all looked back, confused that their former master was now just a depressed kid.

One boy in particular ran up to Jack and puched him in the jaw.

"Where's Kimiko?" Jack looked down sadly.

"Six feet under."

"You...you...YOU KILLED HER?!" The boy smacked Jack across the face. "What did you do to her?! I thought you loved her, Jack Spicer!"

"I did...I didn't kill her. After I froze you, she panicked and killed herself with your Sword of the Nebula." Jack wiped his eyes off and beckoned to Raimundo. "Her...her grave is over here." Jack showed Raimundo to a large statue that resembled Kimiko. At the base of the pedestal, a plaque was engraved with a short, passionate poem.

"You were right,

I was wrong,

He was away from you,

Now you're gone.

For Kimiko"

Raimundo traced the words on the plaque with his middle finger, slowly fading back into the time when he and Kimiko had been together. He turned to Jack, tearful and regretful.

"I should kill you. I should kill you right now."

"If it brings her back to life...I could care less whether I live or die. Not if she's dead." Raimundo grabbed Jack by the collar and grabbed his Sword of the Nebula from the sheath on his belt. He held the weapon up to Jack's skinny white neck.

"I really should kill you...but I won't." Raimundo dropped Jack on the groud. "You are pathetic. I wouldn't even spit in your direction." A glare full of hatred an indignation, identical to Kimiko's, covered Raimundo's face. Jack's eyes bugged out.

"Give me that sword." Raimundo raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"No. I'm not letting you commit suicide. I want you to live with what you've done for the rest of your life." Raimundo scoffed at the fallen former ruler of the world. "She's not coming back, and it's your fault, Spicer. I hope you live your life in eternal suffering.

And so did Jack live the rest of his life, seething and loathing his supposed intelligence.

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A/N: Whee. I love writing angst. And I love writing insane people, too. So this last chappie was fun. Thanks for reading people!! Hope you enjoyed.

Now I'm gonna finish my Naruto story so I can publish it in the correct manner.