Final Destination [AKKII]

[Dante]

Outside, thunder grumbled threateningly, sudden flashes of lightning flaring to life, lighting up the dark storm clouds with sudden flashes of light; however, there was yet to be any rain; a dry storm. Outside, wind buffeted the window panes, making them rattle with every fresh gust, as though the whole world was being warned away from the outside, being told to stay inside. A look at the desolate sidewalks, the empty park, and the fading echoes of cries as the storm lashed out proved that it was working. Everyone was doing something with someone; sitting by the fire, playing games, waiting for the storm to pass. Well, not everyone. A lone figure stood by his window, watching as the storm gurgled with power, threatening to unleash it without a warning, and feeling the raw energy from the storm itself. It was a night of danger; anyone who stepped outside could feel the pressure in the air, heavy, suffocating, it was enough to drive nearly anyone back inside, no matter how much of a radical they tended to be. Without the worry of innocents, and with everything taken care off; it seemed as though this chance was only going to come once…It would be best not to waste it.


What the hell are you waiting for? The apocalypse? A voice grumbled, though it wasn’t as dark as it usually was; in fact, it almost sounded cheery tonight. Of course, that was to be expected, as anything that involved the slightest pain always excited the sociopath serial killer that was usually bound with rope and chain, pushed deep. Tonight though, the power of that insanity was going to be needed, and with only a soft sigh, the man dropped the heavy curtains down, cutting off his view of the storm, plunging his room into darkness. The time had finally come, and it wasn’t met by fear, but rather, almost a cold acceptance. He was going to die tonight; there was no getting around it. What would he have to do after this, if he survived? His purpose in life had always been this, and it was about to be over. The greatest threats to this country were about to be eliminated; shouldn’t he feel some fear? But, even as he reached down deep within in, he found something that was almost eagerness, as though he was actually looking forward to this. What scared him the most though, was the fact he didn’t know where Inferno broke off, and he himself started anymore.


Maybe that was why he felt no fear as he gazed in the mirror. Dressed in his full riding gear, he was a fearsome sight, especially with his eyes; glowing and deadly. Slowly, he picked up his knife, sheathing it under his jacket. Time seemed to drag at him, every moment seemed to be slower, and outside, the storm let out a fierce boom, rattling the window panes, and making him flinch. No, there was no turning back anymore; he needed to do this. He needed to finish what he started; he needed to find himself for one last time. Even if it meant he wasn’t going to get back the life he knew. But, it wasn’t as though this had been an actual life, now had it? The thought was bitter, and with a grim grin, Dante shook his head, slowly exiting from his room. They would think he was simply going for a ride; they only one who knew what he was doing would be Akito, and that was simply because he had told her. It was impossible to avoid that though, for the only path was right by the Main House. Maybe though, it was better that way. If she could accept it, maybe she would be able to get over it easier.


Hah. As if; what he was doing, he was going to hurt her. And that hurt him; he hadn’t ever meant for her to get caught up in this. It was all his own foolishness and he couldn’t doubt the fact she would probably try to kill herself once he died. For a moment, grief struck Dante, making him pale slightly, eyes narrowing at the floor.
No! You must do this! Inferno’s voice called out darkly, anger flashing through Dante rather suddenly. Slowly, Dante straitened up, nodding his head. He had no choice in this matter; it was something that simply must be done. Snatching his keys off the hook, Dante walked out the door, and started his bike. With a thundering roar, the bike sprang to life, rumbling. Behind him, lightning flashed, followed by the echo of thunder shortly after; it was close then. With a fanged smile that wasn’t his, Dante took off down the street; putting on his Aviators to keep the rain out of his eyes; they were going to be important in the end. Driving by the Main House, Dante cast one last look back over his shoulder, taking in all that there was, all the memories that that place had given him, and of the time he had killed Ren. It was time to finish the attack he had started; the thought drummed through him at a constant beat, driving him, telling him that there was nothing beyond this, that this was his final destination.


He didn’t know how he knew the way to the building; hidden in the storm it was pretty much unseen to anyone who didn’t know what they were looking for. But, it was clear as day to those who knew all about that place, and what had gone on inside of it. Cutting the engine, Dante drifted to a stop in front of the building, staring up at it, feeling power seep through him as Inferno took partly over; Dante couldn’t enter this place. Getting off the bike, rain started to fall harder, pelting the ground and leaving small drops that looked like tears.
It was the scuffling sound that alerted him to a presence. Whirling around, a pair of blue eyes met the red eyes of Dante, and for a moment, tension flared to life in the air. Suddenly, the stranger stepped out of the shadows. His face was solemn, dark, and empty of the usual animation that filled it.
“Ace.” Dante growled, eyes narrowed, intent on the blue eyes of the man who looked so much like him.
“What are you doing here?” Time was running out; it seemed as though every moment that slipped away was one too many and it was making both Dante and Inferno impatient.


“I have come to tell you that I will honor that vow I made to you; we got out of that place, and you’re ending it all for us. Die with no regrets; all will be taken care of.” The man with the blue streaks said quietly, watching as Dante slowly nodded. As soon as he had come though, Ace was gone. It was always so different when he was serious, his good humor gone; it wasn’t at all the person Dante remembered. But, with a shrug, and the weight of worrying off him, Dante turned to look up at the building, a pointed grin flickering to life. It was time for the final ending it seemed; he wasn’t going to go down without taking D’Noir with him, he was going to finish what the other man had started. He hadn’t been able to kill Dante when he should have, now he was going to pay for it.
Slowly, he opened the door, not sure of what exactly he was going to see anymore. Black sunglasses still hiding his eyes, it was impossible to tell who was in charge now; the movements were too swift and in control to be a dead give away as to whom. Perched on top of the stairs, sat D’Noir, looking rather bored.


“Ah. So you finally arrived; I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to stop by.” The tall blond man said quietly, standing up. He didn’t look threatening yet, in fact, he seemed to be almost friendly with Dante, oddly enough. Almost as though he could catch the suspicion rising from the red eyed other, D’Noir offered a faint smile.
“We can fight on the roof; what is wrong with being civil until then?” He asked with a shrug, before going up the stairs. After a moment of hesitation, Dante followed, though it was far enough behind that he couldn’t be killed just like that. True to his word though, D’Noir made no hostile move the whole way up to the roof, and Dante returned the favor. It was odd, not exchanging death threats, and Inferno didn’t like it. Trusting the serial killer may not be the best thing to do on normal standards, but as he walked behind the blue eyed man who was his father, Dante figured it was probably safe to say this was well beyond normal standards. Stepping out into the rain, Dante blinked a few times, adjusting to the feel as rain pelted him in the back. For a moment, nothing was said between the two, though it wasn’t as Dante ever said much to start out with.


“You’ll always be a monster.” D’Noir purred an insane glint in his ice blue eyes. There was a desperation in his tone though, one that hadn’t been there before; he was afraid of Dante, and still hurt from what had happened with Ren. He was clutching at straws, and it seemed as though today, it just wasn’t going to work. Closing his eyes, Dante let himself go, watching as Inferno took control. There was nothing he could do at the moment; he wasn’t as skilled with fighting as his other, insane half. Inferno was usually one to work with words, but at the moment, it seemed as though the other half just wanted to get this over with, and without a warning, he lunged at D’Noir, knife outstretched, aiming for the throat.
“You’ll have to do better.” D’Noir laughed, easily dodging the attack, and hitting his own blow, right on the shoulder. He moved with an ease that was as false as his laughter; Inferno saw the weak point, and went for it. Without so much as a cry, he slammed into D’Noir, pushing them both back toward the rail of the roof, until it seemed as though just a gust of wind would blow him over.


For a while, the two fought, until suddenly Dante, not Inferno, slit the throat of D’Noir. With one last breath, D’Noir grinned at Dante; something he had not expected. It was not something though, that was going to end well, he bet. As D’Noir fell off the roof, landing with a thud, Dante felt a strange ripping feeling. It was a numbing, mind buzzing feeling; whirling around, he saw Inferno in human form. Gaping for a moment, Dante shook his head. This couldn’t be happening. But, as the other laughed, he knew it was to be true. Lunging forward, he cut into the other, only to see an identical cut form on himself where he had hurt Inferno.
“We have always been one; and we will die as one!” Inferno exclaimed. With that, he lunged for Dante, obviously wanting to be the one who was going to end it. With a dodge, Dante slammed his elbow into the back of Inferno, knocking the other to the ground. It seemed as though it was only knives that hurt him as well; he felt no pain as he did that to his other. For a while, the fighting went on, but in the end, as they fell from the roof, it was Dante who slit Inferno’s throat.

In the end it seemed, he had always been the one with more power. As the rain fell, Dante watched it hazily, his memories playing bit by bit back in his mind. Blood mixed with the rain, turning it red, and with one last breath, Dante closed his eyes for the last time. His job here was done; he had nothing else to hold on to. Beside him, the body of Inferno faded away, becoming nothing more than ashes. In the shadows, a pair of blue eyes watched, sadness touching their watery depths.



It was finally over….


[This post SUCKS I know. But, I needed to get it done ASAP; someday I’ll do it over again and make it MUCH better, I promise. D8]

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[X]

The wind had been howling, the sky overhead thundering angrily, ever since she’d woken up early that morning, around four. She could never get a good night’s sleep, it seemed. Often, she had nightmares that she couldn’t remember when she woke. That, or the curse woke her up, or it was simply sickness. The reasons varied, of course.
It was late in the day, by now. She knew all day something bad would happen—a dreading in the pit of her stomach. She kept telling herself it was only because she didn’t like weather like this. One could even say she feared it, though she wasn’t afraid to go outdoors in this weather. Akito didn’t like that she couldn’t control the weather, though. She figured it was the god’s fear, not her own, because for some reason she could recall being afraid of it before she had existed—if that even made sense?
At the moment, Akito sat at her table, watching through her small circular window as the dry storm outside raged. She hated the feeling lightning gave her. Even in the house, her skin prickled, as if with anticipation for something horrible to come, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
Something horrible is about to happen, she thought for the thousandth time that day.

She knew that Dante might get killed by D’Noir. The strength she still felt in his bond reassured her he was still alive, though. She was glad. It relieved her that he was still alive. She knew that any day now, D’Noir would be killed—after all, Dante simply didn’t fail, as far as she could see. She knew this gut feeling she’d been having could be linked to Dante, but the supposed goddess refused to believe that anything as horrible as dying could happen to her brother.
Akito tore her ocean gaze from the window as lightning flashed incredibly bright against the dark sky, momentarily blinding her. After the spots had disappeared from her eyes, she looked at the old book sitting on her table, which she was propped up against using her arm. She ran her fingers over the page she was on. She’d read this book so many times, she could probably quote it word for word.
She turned to the next page, and the next, without bothering to read it. Just the feeling of the paper comforted her a bit.

Suddenly, a terrible feeling washed over her like when she’d been taken under the water by a rogue wave that one time when she and Dante had gone to the ocean. There was no pain in this feeling, but a strange, heavy feeling that made her feel as if she were heavily weighed down. She laid her head on the table, trying to figure out what was going on.
Some realization hit her, and dread filled her as she inwardly clutched at Dante’s bond.
But… it was weakening. Not breaking, but suddenly, it seemed to just go weak. The life left it. She lifted her head, tears suddenly streaming from her eyes as her mind wrapped around the thought that she hadn’t wanted to know was there.
Dante’s dead.

”No!” she gasped. ”No! No, this couldn’t happen to Dante!” It was a desperate cry, now. ”Dante…” She shook her head, refusing to believe it, although it was so obviously true. She made her way over to the phone in her room and called a Taxi—after all, she didn’t think she’d want Hatori driving her this time. She’d just have the driver take her to the place, then go on his way. She’d pay him however much she’d need to in order to get him to drive as quickly as she’d need him to. Although, the lifelessness in Dante’s bond was already evident.

After making the call, she changed out of the thin yukata and into the plain black clothes—seemingly skin-tight—that she wore when she wasn’t going anywhere important, but had to leave the house.
She grabbed for the wallet, which had a credit card that she would use to pay whoever drove.

(Blahblahblah, drivedrivedrive, skipskipskip…)

Akito had paid a generous amount, although the man had still gotten angry with her demanding tone on the way there. Of course, when it changed to a threatening, murderous type of voice, he’d decided to listen. Ah, fear was definitely useful.
She’d directed him just a ways away from the building, then told him to leave, without even thinking about how she’d get back to the Main House.
She didn’t want to see what she did near the base of the huge building that had become such a daunting, terrible place in her memories, although she’d never been inside herself. There lay Dante—never mind D’Noir’s body, he didn’t matter—throat slit and laying lifeless on the ground. Despite the blood, Dante looked more like he was sleeping. The both of them had always been deathly pale, even if he wasn’t sickly like she was. It was something they’d inherited from Ren.
Akito crashed to her knees, barely even making it over to her brother’s body before doing so. She started sobbing, grabbing one of his hand then dropping it, and gently slapping at his face, hoping he was only badly injured and unconscious. Why couldn’t he just wake up and say it would be alright? That he would be fine? Then she could yell at him for being such an idiot and cling to him, glad he was alive.

But , no. That wasn’t the case this time. He was dead. His heart no longer beat, his body already cold. Akito laid on her side next to him, grabbing one of his hands and trying to warm it, thinking foolishly if she did that, he’d be okay.
”I-I can’t believe you, Dante,” she sobbed, tightening her grip on his hand. She opened her eyes, which she’d squeezed shut in a failed effort to hold back tears, and, looking around, saw his knife laying nearby.
She reached forward with a shaky hand and felt the blade. Simply running her finger along the sharp part of the knife and barely putting pressure on it, she’d formed a cut, and a thin line of blood surfaced.
She wondered if she should just kill herself. After all, Dante was dead. Jursa had gone again. Was there any point anymore?
Sure, she was ‘god’. Sure, she ran the family. Sure, she was supposed to be loved.

But she wasn’t. That’s how it felt. She wasn’t loved, but she was supposed to be. It’s what Father had told her. But he’d been wrong, he must have. Because she couldn’t be loved, not if something happened to everyone that got close to her.

She turned the knife over and over in her hands, and then finally pressed the blade against her wrist. But then, something caused her to look up. And as she did so, she met a pair of icy blue eyes.

[Dante]

Watching as Dante entered the building, a sudden overwhelming urge to run in after him swept through the shadowy figure; but it was the taint that it left on him that made him stand very still. It was a taint he knew very well, and it made him feel as though he was very, very dirty. Sweat appearing on his forehead as he fought the compulsion that was without a doubt D’Noir’s, Ace’s hands gripped into fists, his breath coming in and out in ragged gasps. No, he would not give in, not this time. He couldn’t kill another friend; his sanity was as frail enough as it was. Even as he fought, he felt the pain ripple across his mind, vision being dotted with black stars, each breath harder and harder to drag in and out. Lips pulling up from his teeth in a snarl, white against his otherwise dark disguise, Ace forcibly turned away from the building, and felt the pressure in his mind decrease a bit. That place had always been one of something so dark and twisted, he could only imagine it stemmed off the many deaths that had occurred there. Whatever it was though, he did not want to get caught up in it. He had been free for too many years, if you wanted to call it free.


Braving another step, Ace felt himself being pulled backwards, and knew that he alone didn’t have the strength to do this. Not again. Head dropping down slightly, ice blue eyes closing for a moment, he summoned up something as dark as the blood stained walls here; opening his eyes, a film of watered down blood color covered his blue eyes, creating quite an odd tone. As the last of the color that was his own faded away, it was as though he had been cut off of all and any emotion; grinning darkly Ace laughed softly, a bone chilling sound. No, he wasn’t right in the head, but then again, nobody from that place could ever be considered right in the head. The compulsion to turn around left him as soon as he slipped on that other persona, and unclenching his fists, Ace looked back over his shoulder, watching as the forms entered the roof. As the rain started to fall though, the deep sense that it was time to leave filled him, leaving nothing but dread in its path of destruction. Bit by bit, flashes of ice blue reappeared, until there was nothing more than a red river running near his pupil; just enough to get away.


Staggering as the feeling, the need to go back there hit him once more, though not as hard, Ace managed to get out to the sidewalk, and took a deep breath. Water hit him in the face from a passing car, and as soon as he cleared his eyes from the dirty stuff, he felt his head clear, the bone breaking compulsion gone. Ah water, it had never steered him wrong. While he had the chance, Ace jogged forward, feeling the urge fade away the farther he got. Sure, he would have to go back, but that didn’t mean he had to do it right now; besides, he couldn’t watch another one fall. Some small part of him knew though, that the battle would be forever ingrained in his memory, just another added bonus of being where he had been with Dante. Even now, he could see things as if he was up there with them, and it was maddening. Gritting his teeth, ignoring the random pains that flashed through him as Dante got hit, or the feelings of relief when D’Noir got hit, Ace ran through the rain blindly, looking for something, anything to distract him, preferably something with an intense amount of sugar.


It didn’t take him long to find a gas station, and with it, a convince store. Eyes, now back to ice blue, widening, he dashed up to the door, pulling it open, before casually strolling to the back, knowing he looked just like anyone else who had been caught in the rain; illusion was one of his specialties in his field of work. Casually, he ran his finger under all the fountain taps, tasting each one, ignoring the ‘No Sampling’ sign not too far away. Finally, ignoring the images that were flashing through his mind, Ace selected the largest cup they had, and filled it with liquid sugar; orange soda. Snapping a cheap plastic lid on place, Ace ran his fingers across his face for a moment, before grasping his soda, being careful not to crush the cheap Styrofoam material. Tossing a few dollars at the clerk, he strolled outside into the storm, for a moment grinning up at the sky as raw power shook him deep down. His senses told him the fight wasn’t over, but it was getting close, and that it was time to get back, before anyone else showed up. He was expecting someone, after all, and it would be rude not to be waiting when she showed up.


Walking down the darkened sidewalk, chugging orange soda as he walked, Ace seemed to have not a worry in the world, though his mind was full of dark thoughts. Images were flashing across his mind, and pain as someone got hit, he couldn’t distinguish it anymore, it had all just become one giant pain. He knew that tonight, he would find great black bruises on him, but that was just another thing he had grown used to, even if he did swear every time he felt another powerful one rip across him. His mind was a mess, trying to deal with everything that was going on, and it was amazing that he could even walk at all; he gave all credit to the soda, which he tossed in the trash as soon as he found one, it now being empty. Every step took him closer and closer to the scene, and if he could have just turned back and ran, he would have at the first opportunity. That would have meant he’d lied to Dante though, and until that vow was filled, he would have to keep living. After that though…he would probably join Dante as well, he pondered. They all had to have a drive to live, after all.


Turning the corner, he suddenly fell to his knees, coughing harshly, and hand grasping his throat. Eyes watering as he shook from the force of his coughing, what was only seconds seemed to be hours as Ace slowly came back to himself, breathing coming quickly. He knew what had just happened, and he knew that it was indeed lights out; there were no more pictures in his mind, and he had heard the thump sound as three, not two bodies fell, and seen the ash as one had been washed away. The despair that gripped him though, was not something he had been expecting. The thought that the last red was gone, and that Dante had always been the one who fought the hardest, well, what did that leave for him? He was nothing but a blue, weak in comparison, and he didn’t even have the same will to keep fighting through the day. What gave him the right to live, the right to go on? Nobody would miss him if he died, nobody would care if he simply walked away, off the face of the earth, without telling a soul. He was that worthless; he didn’t have the right to live. Watching as almost from a distance, Ace slowly drew his own knife, absently turning it over and over, watching as the rain slashed on the strange blue tinted blade.

Taking a deep breath, Ace turned away from the blade, putting it back where it belonged. No, he had made a promise, and until that was finished, he was going to stay out of the temptation. He had always been a bit suicidal, but it was only because of the recent deaths that he was feeling this way, there was no other explanation for it really. Eyes narrowing dangerously, Ace slowly stepped over the bodies, refusing to look at them until he came to D’Noir. Slowly, he crouched down, a dark expression on his face. Speaking softly, almost as though they were having a conversation, he said;
”Well, you bast***, it seems as though you finally got what you deserved. I hope you rot in hell. ” Turning, a morbid air seemed to follow Ace after that, as he went to lean against the wall. With his noisy grey sweatshirt and dark pants with the ray of light on them, as soon as he pulled up the hood, Ace became invisible to the world, seen only if he wanted to be seen. And it wasn’t a minute too soon, as all of a sudden, a figure came dashing around the corner. Despair seemed to bleed from her, as well as pain, and anger. He knew who she was, he had been to the Main House once before, and he had had a conversation with her, though how much she remembered was yet to be determined.


Crouching down, he simply watched as Akito discovered what he had already known; shifting uneasily as she reacted with the tears. He could feel her moods quite easily, she was broadcasting loud enough for even the most mundane person to pick it up, and he needed to get her away from here before anything else decided to hurt her. Though, he noted as she picked up Dante’s knife, one that looked like the flame only different all the same, it seemed as though she had different ideas. Time to make himself seen it seemed. Crouching down further, he moved forward, kicking a can softly, getting her to meet his own icy blue gaze with her own; knife paused in the motion of slitting her wrists. A painful method that was, and not one that he would ever choose; it was too easy to miss the major veins, resulting in a very slow and very painful death. No, if he was to go, he would either ‘go for a swim,’ stand in the middle of a freeway, or just simply get himself beheaded, either one sounded like a lot of fun. Not to mention the fact he would be able to die instantly, all factors in their place!



Standing up, Ace casually reached over and grabbed Dante’s knife from her, flinging it so it rested by Dante, tip embedded in the ground.
”Something cleaner would be better.” Ace said simply, eyes challenging. His whole posture was challenging in fact, almost as though he was daring Akito to do something. Reaching around, ignoring the impressive burn on his palm where he had grabbed Dante’s knife, Ace tossed his at her, landing it so the knife was right in front of her, tip down.
”Go ahead, do it, I dare you to. Spineless coward.” He sneered, eyes narrowed darkly.
”Dante just gave his life to protect you, I’m sure he’d want you to waste it just like this, wouldn’t he? That would really impress him, huh? Really make his sacrifice perfect. If you really think that, well then, you really didn’t know him, did you?” Laughing softly, though there was no humor in his tone, Ace sat down in front of Akito, ice blue eyes cold. There was to be no reasoning here, anything kind he said would simply be brushed off as something comforting, trying to get her to calm down. No, in order to get her to do something other than kill herself, he needed to get her angry; he could protect himself. But wait, she hadn’t seen all of him yet! Still glaring at her, Ace reached up and yanked down his hood, revealing his black striped ice blue hair; the same color as his eyes. If that didn’t reveal who it was to her, then she was too thick to understand anything else, he decided.


”Do it Akito. Join the spineless cowards that have committed what you are threatening too. You’ll be right where you belong; moaning with everyone else about how unloved you are, despite the fact your half brother gave you the greatest sacrifice he could. Do it, and repay him for his kindness.” Ace said sharply, eyes dark, expression unreadable.


Was it wrong that he was actually having fun doing this?

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