Herro!

So, As you guys know, the story is drawing to a close. And so, I need to look to what's next to come. I'm looking at one of my many Pokemon fanfanction ideas, and so, I need your guys help!

I have a total of around six ideas, so, in the reviews, just put a random number from 1 to 6.

It'll help me out, a lot.

And so, thanks!

With that said...

ONWARDS!

Zig was tiring.

She wasn't sure how Erin would deal with it, all of the pain and death around her.

But she did.

To Zig, it was straining her both physically and emotionally. To feel bullets scrape your arms and legs, to feel swords run up your body, to feel dirt on your open cuts when you fall.

But, to watch your friends, the boys that she'd seen grow up, to see those boys that look up to you, to watch them die.

Because you lead them into a battle that simply couldn't be won.

"Zig, get your head in the game!"

Zig shook her head, as the voice, Cameron, yelled, helping Oliver pull John up.

"I managed to stabilize 'im for now!" Oliver shouted, voice barely heard over the sound of war behind him," 'e's alive, but 'e won't if we can't get 'im to the base! I need you to clear a way for us to get through this crowd, can you?"

Zig nodded, wiping the blood off of her katana, "I can."

Oliver nodded, before looking forward, "It's not too far, but if we go, it needs to be now!"

Zig nodded, letting out battle cry, before dashing off. She cut down anyone in her way, jumping off of the fallen bodies. For every enemy, she made sure to do as much damage as a stomp to the head could.

But, for every friend, every ally, she stumbled across, she sent a small prayer, before dashing on. The ones she did know, Jack the asshole, Thomas the door greeter, send her further into despair. But, those she didn't know felt even worse.

To think that she's known these boys for years now, logging in their names like some heartless monster, only to now regret ever thinking that the names were simply annoying.

Right before she could get to the door, something pushed to the side, landing in a pile of bodies. She swatted away the flies, before sliding done, katana at the ready. The man was a tall guy, with dark messy hair, crooked yellowing teeth, and narrowed brown eyes. His clothing was mattered in dust in blood, but he didn't care much when it came to stopping the two from getting John into the base.

Zig growled, before jumping up, letting out a feral scream, as she pushed the man to the side, "Get him inside!" She shouted, aiming her katana at the man, her expression meaning a whole new level of anger and business, "I'll take care of this guy."

They nodded, rushing in, while the man sneered. It was then that she noticed something…Familiar about this man. That, and the large burn mark on his face. Zig smirked, knowing that it was most likely from Erin, "you're not Dusty, are you?"

Zig growled, "No. No, I'm not."

The man guffawed, "I was hoping not. I'd think that the great Dusty, Master of Fire, Bringer of Death-."

"You guys really came up with that many nicknames?" Zig cut in, an amused smile on her face, "Pity. But, I guess that boys will be boys."

The man grinned, such a cocky look on him, "Don't act like you're all high and mighty, Konomiya. We know of your past, we know of what you've done. We know all about you as well."

Zig growled, lashing out at him, "Lies!"

The man laughed, "Really? Mathew was found on the streets, brought to your little squad by Oliver Schmidt. Kian and Tyler Kilrain came from the same factory as Cameron and John Arcus."

Zig scowled, making for another hit, only to miss, "Shut up! You don't know anything!" Zig was getting uneasy, fighting this guy. Everything about him felt off.

"You still say so?" He murmured, before sighing, "Jake and Jacob Norens were sold to work in a factory by their father after their mother died. Dylan Rox was a homeless orphan who met Theodore Moore; also known as Theo Skys to your gang, from the rich Moore family before they were all killed off."

Zig growled, going for another hit, only to be blinded by rage. She knew the backstories. She listened to them, whether she likes it or not. She knew the stories behind the stories, more than any other documents on these "wanted outlaws" would ever have, "Be silent!"

The man, however, seemed to take a lot of joy out of all of this, "Max Greens is wanted for the murder of his parents, known to be insane. Luke Lilian ran away from home, meeting up with Greens, before coming here."

He then grabbed her blade, seeming to ignore the stream of red blood coming from his hand, grinning as he leaned forward, "And then, there is you."

Zig's eyes widened, trying to get away, only to have him hold the blade tighter, "S-shut up!"

The man's eyes flickered with insane delight, "Oh, but why skip over the best story? The story of the child, wanted for theft, murder of parents, burning of villages, and so much more? You can run and hide wherever you want to, 少女; you can't escape what you did."

Zig let out a low growl, tears streaming down her face, about to yell back, only to have the man let go. Seconds later, his foot was planted into her chest, sending her flying.

She let out a groan, trying to rise, reaching for her weapon, only to have the man step on it, "I know all about you, Konomiya. You can't hide behind a fake name."

He pulled a gun out, cocking it back, before aiming it down, "Unfortunately, my dear; our time is at an end. We're ordered to kill the enemy on sight, so your death won't mean much."

He grinned, as Zig lied there flatly, unable, no, uncaring to move, "Say your last words, child-."

"HANKAMIA!"

The man spun around at the last moment, before being tackled to the ground by Hank himself. Hank whipped his head up, giving Zig a grin, before ducking under the man's punch, "You go and help the others, I can do this!" He shouted, enthusiastic.

The enthusiasm didn't last long.

His toothy grin, the grin that only Hank Kilrain could manage, the same thing he did when he knew he fucked up, that one he used so much, that got on Zig's nerves, that cheeky nothing-but-happiness smile…

…Turned into a frown of pain.

Hank dropped to his knees, eyes closing, as he fell face first into the ground, the man towering over him happily.

Zig no longer had control, before she yelled for help, looking around…

…Only to find no one.

The man smiled, before bowing, "He's not dead just yet, dearie. He'll die a slow painful death, one that could be easily be avoided…If he had help. If only he could get medical attention."

Zig no longer felt anything. All of her fear, her sadness, her conflicts; gone.

Only rage remained.

"I'll…I'LL KILL YOU!"

"NO!"

Before anyone could react, Claude was tackled down by the other demon butler, causing Erin to slide down the wall, while the two of them wrestling on the ground.

Erin shook, as she rose from the ground, spitting out some blood. She growled, before clasping her hands together, slamming them into the wall. Cracks of fire spread across the wall, dashing towards Alois.

With a shriek, he jumped out of the way, the place he once stood in erupting into white fire.

"Erin, do not kill him!" Sebastian shouted, kicking Claude in the chest, "He can't die like this!"

"What are you talking about!?" Erin yelled back, as she dashed after the retreating Alois. She stomped onto the ground, a fall of white fire bursting right into Alois's way, forcing him to stop, jumping back as he screamed.

Erin smirked, ready to strike, only to hear Sebastian yell, "Erin, you don't understand! Kill him, and Claude will stop at nothing to kill you!"

"I don't care!" Erin growled, a fireball flickering to life between her fingers, "Without your butler, you're nothing, Alois. If he weren't in the picture, I would have killed you a long time ago."

Alois cringed, as she threw the ball, the fire singing his shoulder, leaving a blister. He screamed, falling to his knees, "Claude, help me!"

As if the demon could teleport, Erin felt a hand come down on the back of her neck, nearly falling over, before Claude rushed over to Alois. When she opened her eyes again, they were gone.

She growled, tearing at her hair, glaring at Sebastian, "…Damnit…damnit all!" She shouted, "I could have killed him, right then and there!"

Sebastian huffed, giving her a look, "As childish and narrow minded as usual, Erin."

Erin growled, wanting to shoot back an insult, only to hold back, "…I hate you!" She shouted, "I was that close, Sebastian! I was that damn close!"

"Well, forgive me for looking over the consequences."

"You just don't fucking get it, do you!?" She shouted louder, "I don't care if I die! Now let me go so I CAN FINISH WHAT I STARTED!"

She could feel tears rushing down her face, before she slapped him across the face, "Damn you, Sebastian! Damn you, straight to God damn hell!"

Then, she fell to her knees, crying into her hands. She wasn't sure what to do anymore. She had come so close, only to lose it all.

She failed.

And it was all his fault.

"Don't touch me." Erin spat, slapping his hands away, shoulders shaking with rage.

"You're injured," Sebastian tried to reason, "At this rate, you'll bleed to death-."

"Let me." Erin growled, before forcing herself to stand. She had come so close, it was right there, she could have done the deed, fulfilled her purpose.

But she couldn't, because of him.

"Are you truly so narrow minded that you can't see I did this to help you?" Erin would have flinched at his tone, her anger keeping her in check as she looked right through him.

"Lies." Erin growled, "But hey, that's what demons do. What was I supposed to believe?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

She growled, trying to look for a comeback, only to scream in frustration, crying harder, ''Just...Leave me alone! Why can't you just leave me alone!?"

"You'll destroy yourself, at this rate." Sebastian tsked, shaking his head like he was scolding a child, "Keep this up, and your end up dead."

"I. Don't. Care!" She said, eyes pressed close to try and stop the tears, "I couldn't care less if I hurt myself!"

"…But I do."

She was shocked, a loss of words. Did he really just…"…No…That's a lie…You couldn't care…You've never cared, you never will, nor can care."

Sebastian laughed, the musical laugh that seemed so wrong, and yet, so right, "Now you're lying to yourself. I…I don't want to see you hurt, Erin. I don't want to see you sad, I don't want to see you cry."

Erin, for the longest time, wasn't sure what to say.

And then, something crashed through the window. Sebastian stood up at full height, eyes narrowed, as he lightly pushed Erin behind him.

Up above stood the golden eyes butler, holding an odd looking sword over his shoulder, "I see that you've waited for ou fight to resume."

"It would seem as if you've brought your own toys as well." Sebastian said with a cocky smirk, but Erin could tell that something was up, "Bringing a demon sword into this, Faust? Where is your honor?"

"As a Trancy butler, I must carry out his orders." Claude said emotionlessly, before jumping down. He landed perfectly on his feet, sword drawn and posed, "And, to do that, I'll need your deaths."

"Like I'm going to roll over and die without a fight." Erin scowled, before taking a step forward, bypassing Sebastian's protection. She has been pushed behind too many people in her lifetime, she refused to allow someone else to die for her, even if it was Sebs.

"You're not fighting with a broken leg." Sebastian chided, flexing his wrist, before grabbing the knives that slide down his sleeve, "You get out of here, take Fang and run."

Erin gave him a grin, and for once in what felt like a long time, it was a true and sincere grin, "I have every right to be here, Sebs. Besides, where's the fun in running?"

"If you two are quite done, I'd like to get on with this." Claude murmured, sounding bored, before rushing at them. Erin managed to stumble back, fighting on one leg, as she intercepted the hit with her cane handle. The blow was hard enough to make her stumble, but she did not fall.

From behind, Sebastian threw the knives, before advancing, kicking him in the back. Claude growled, whipping around, only to have Erin stab him through his back. Normally, the hit would have only spelt death, but to Claude, he merely seemed annoyed, "Two against one seems hardly fair."

"A single demon's sword among a fight of three isn't fair either." Sebastian threw back, causing Erin to cackle.

For once on what felt like a lifetime, Erin felt back to her normal self. No more fear of Sebastian the demon, no fear of Gold, no fear of Alois and Claude.

All she knew now was insanity, death, and fun.

She spun around, cutting a deep gash into Claude's side, before jumping back to avoid the sword. Something told her that it would only take one hit from that thing, then it would be game over.

However, she landed on her bad leg, making her wince. Claude took this time to kick her in her chest, sending her back, right into the wall.

The impact threw the breath from her lungs, making the world look like it was tilted on its side. She tried to rise, only to feel a numbing pain in her leg, making her slide back down.

Claude stood over her, his stone cold face holding a bit of a smirk, "It would only make sense to see the weaker of the two fall first." He murmured, positioning it above he to strike down…

Only to be tackled down by something with more force. Erin watched as Sebastian cocked back his fist, punching the spider demon in the face, before rushing over. He leaned over Erin, before offering her hand, "Are you alright?"

Erin shot back her own signature grin, "Feeling fine and dandy over here." She said, sarcasm as strong as possible.

Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle, about to say something, only to have his eyes go wide. He looked down, watching the tip of a sword push deeper into his side, before spitting up dark blood.

Erin let out an anguished cry, as he fell to the side, clutching his side in pain.

Claude stood over them, eyes wide with his dark smile, "It would seem as if he couldn't save you after all."

Erin growled, letting out a scream, before getting back up, her body shaking from all of the strain, glaring Claude down, "Back off." She growled, fists sparking.

Claude laughed darkly, before facing Sebastian, sword leveled, "I do not care much for you, girl. My main objective…Is to kill Sebastian Michaelis." She smirked evilly, looming over Sebastian's slowly recovering form, "Oh, you're no use to this type of pain, are you? Pity…But, you're still slowly recovering. That hit, it wasn't meant to kill. It was meant to wound. This way, you can watch every second, and maybe, just maybe, you'll hold on long enough to see her go with you."

Claude laughed darkly, positioning the sword straight at Sebastian, who was now wobbling on his feet, "I'll end you slowly."

"Over my dead body." Erin growled.

Claude chuckled darkly, giving Erin a look, "So…You finally admit that you care? Oh, how it must feel, to constantly watch others pay the price for you mistakes."

Claude smirked, "Well? What will you do this time, child? You say that you don't run, you say you don't hide; and yet, you run from your problems. You hide behind others. You say you hate it when others are hurt because of you, and yet, you allow them to try and save you. You LET them die for you. And now…You'll simply do it again. A treacherous cycle you've got yourself stuck in, yes?"

Erin groaned, simply standing on her feet took too much out of her. How was she supposed to beat him AND protect Sebastian, with a broken leg?

It was simple, really.

She couldn't.

…Unless…

Just s Claude was to bring in the final blow, Erin lurched forward, pushing herself in between the two with the last of her strength.

Then came the blow.

It was a new feeling, killing blow to the middle of her stomach. She'd never felt the burn of fire before, but she guessed that the flare of this new pain would be similar.

This cut was different. It felt like something was slowly eating away at her being, her body, her soul.

She wasn't just dying.

She was being erased.

She felt the thud from falling backwards onto the cold ground, her senses slowly fading. She wore a small smile, giving the surprised Claude a look, before flipping him off, "This cycle ends now." She hissed, flipping him the double bird.

Sebastian, no longer caring for his own wounds, rushed over, but not before hitting Claude in the back of his head so hard, that the spider butler collapsed. He grabbed Erin, pulling her up onto his lap, looking her over frantically, "Don't close your eyes, stay awake."

Erin laughed lightly, wincing, "I'm…Fine…Don't get all mushy and pretend you care."

"Don't talk like that!" He shouted, trying to cover the cut on her side, only to make more of the dark liquid come out, "You're going to be fine!"

"Now…you're lying...to me." Erin laughed lightly, speaking in between long wheezing breaths, before pulling the ring off of her finger, "Here, take it…"

Sebastian growled, throwing the ring away, "I don't care for the ring! You're not leaving me."

"I've…Never taken…Orders well…" She murmured softly, "Besides…Aren't you happy?"

"Why on earth would I be happy!?" Sebastian yelled, and yet, it would seem as if his voice was getting softer and softer with each passing moment.

She just kept smiling, reaching up, "No more orders to watch over me...no more orders to put up with my shit...I'd be happy if I were you."

"…You think that I was ordered to care for you?" Sebastian asked lowly, before shaking his head, trying to pick her up, "We can carry on with this later, we need to stabilize you. You're going to be okay."

"Stop giving me…A false hope…" She murmured, looking up at the ceiling, "…I know I'm going to die…And I don't mind…I'll…Be…Happy…"

"You can't just leave everyone!" Sebastian growled, "Don't be a fool, Erin!"

"They will…Be fine…Without me…"

"What about Ciel? And Finny, Mey Rin, Baldroy!? They look up to you!"

"They'll move on."

"What about…Me?"

Erin laughed, and for a few seconds, it sounded like her casual laugh. It was from a time when she wasn't dying, when she was genuinely happy, "You don't care...You're a demon, you never cared..."

"Erin, that's not true." He murmured, pulling her hand up, holding it to his cheek, "That'll never be true."

"…Lies…" She managed to sputter out, before her eyes closed one last time.

"To think I loved you…"

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