Unfortunately for there are no paper dictionaries in that world, only the mental ones that the words would later create meaning or see the memory. Boredom was the unwelcome new word in the mind of a certain blue-eyed outherself. Since the changes in that now white land, there was little to do and little to be enjoyed, despite the intentional pleasure of this outherself of enjoying the new multi-colored sky. There was almost no one in search of company, especially with her being the company, there were almost no friendly-to-death fights, it seemed the world had been empty.

However, Black Rock Shooter had a special company every night, not every night because sometimes another outherself would upset the moment, obviously his human counterpart Mato Kuroi.

Mato always told a real-life story, how her mother got a new job, her brother's antics, from time to time the stories of her father when he was younger, to the stressful events: difficult tests, some basketball tournament defeat, rarely a broken heart after some discovery or rejection. As the duty of an outherself full of love for her counterpart, she listened to every word attentively with all the happiness of her cold heart.

Only his mind caught up with a certain question from her human.

- Rock, did anything happen to you today?It was simple to reply. No, nothing new happened.

- I would like one to know more about your life ...

- Sorry?

- It's just that ... I always tell about the things in life. It seems like I'm being a bit of a snob.

- NEVER!- perceived its highest tone and stepped back-You're not being selfish, I ... I have nothing relevant to say.

Mato did not accept this statement well, she knew with certainty that her outherself had a violent past and there was no need to hide such horrible things or things she had already done. Sure enough, the outherself knew everything about Mato, absolutely everything, but Mato knew about one thing or another about the world girl in white.

She made an exaggerated pampered kiss, tilted his eyebrows in contradiction, and said:

- Say something you've already done. Like, ... Any fight that occurred something unexpected or ... Something you saw and was "WHAT ?!" of so strange what happened.

Rock laughed lightly, choked by her closed lips, she knew that Mato was stubborn, Gold Saw sometimes called her stubborn. She straightened her posture, and began to rummage her memories inside her head as she stared at the prostrate view of the white cliff in the middle of that vastness.

As the memories come, wait, they did not arrive. Before her liberation to insanity, it seemed that she was fading to nothingness, the oldest would be the end of his fight with Chariot, the rest was all a weird mix going for nothing. Anything. It did not matter what mental strain she was doing, nothing.

Her counterpart noticed an effort through the anguish expressed in the pale face, but there was no time to dismantle his concern, her hand was already transparent, Mato knew that soon woke up.

- If you need help, do not mind calling me, okay?

Before the answer, her beloved counterpart was gone.

Toad does not jump because it looks beautiful.

But by necessity.

Scratching her head did not help, walking just as the caged animal did not help, sighed in defeat because of lack of memories. Without Mato at her side everything seemed boring, not at all interresting and her presence was relaxing, but she did not want to bother her counterpart. Except she would not mind bothering a certain outherself with horns. That damn horned. Soon she began his search for Black Gold Saw, or damn horny in her thoughts.

In her search he began to think: what have I done in the past? Why am I without memories? An answer came from the bottom of your incosiente, Did you have reason to have memories? Strange as it seemed, it made a lot of sense. To walk, to fight, to kill, to walk, to fight, to kill, to walk, to fight, to kill and to repeat itself again. What was there to keep? Everything was the same, only now things are getting different and your head should be working differently now. However, what did she do between these cycles? Something good like her saving Dead Master from Chariot, or something bad, as she did with Strength in her first fight, despite this fact being told by the other outherself.

Everything was confused in her head and an instant was arranged for her brain action to send the command to the body to deflect the sudden attack. The wheel of four great thorns returned its way into the hands of its owner who did not even make the point of hiding so as not to reveal its identity.

- WOW! How lucky you are, and my bad one ... You'd better have died in this attack.- said the outherself responsible for the attack.

- I'm not in the mood to fight.- Rock said dryly, realizing that this outherself had more company. In her lost thoughts she fell into a trap.

- I didn't ask if you were in the mood or not!Fight me! Come on! Come on! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- the outherself came right to the attack with their weapons that Rock barely had time to form his confidence blade for the defense, but soon took the initiative of the attack and quickly this girl already seemed overcome, it seemed, that's right, it seemed, She noticed the smile of happiness did not leave the face of the outside. This outherself seemed strangely happy, out of the corner of her eye, the company of this outherself seemed to be haughtily happy, but with a slight air of concern in her eyes.

When the blade of lunar collided with the black katana, both remained face to face.

- Do not you remember me?- She shouted in adrenaline.

- I have trouble remembering things lately...- so, in a way that was difficult to describe, the lunar blade came out of its owner's hand, Rock ignited the blue blaze of the eye and made the movement of the black blade toward the neck.

She did not even look back, waiting for the others in her embrace to attack her dead companion. But... there was none of this... Just laughter, laughter of debauchery... Rock was surprised by such behavior, before asking the grace, something heavy hit his head. He formed the weapon that makes use of his name to drive the aggressor away, finding, by the startling surprise, that someone put her head in place. In fact, he did not even leave the place.

- What happened?! Why that face?! Is there something strange in my face? - the visor of the outherself had fallen revealing the lack of another red eye cause for maybe the scar on her face - did this to me ... But think that I came only by a scar in the face, I am not a petty person for this ...

- How... it's impossible... You should be...

- Decapitated or dead ... Whatever my condition. You go for what you did to her. YOU WILL PAY! "Rock did not understand the situation in front of her, it was impossible for that to be happening, impossible. The outherself moved closer and stood in front of the canyon with the wheel with thorns with a faint stain of blue blood.

- SHOT IF YOU HAVE COURAGE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE ON ME!

BANG!

Just to the surprise of Black Rock Shooter, that outherself was in front of her, there was no injury or spider, the outherself was in perfect condition.

One more blow to her head sent her to the ground, her arms were torn from her hands, when she noticed the actions around her members were broken and being answered by screams. Quickly her body ached everywhere because of the gang of outherself, it was not a beating, it was a lynching, then her limbs began to numb with pain and another blow took her into darkness.

The outherself did not know what to feel about what happened. Her smile did not diminish, the drug ran loose in her blood. Two of the group held each arm of the lynched outherself, the one holding the left arm said:

- I know from a very deep cliff near here, we can throw it there,- she said, pulling a lock of orange hair. They started their way being indicated by the orange hair, in a few moments arrived, cliff was little for description, should a deep and deep abyss.

- Are you all right, Bunny?- said a witch's hat and water-green eyes.

- I'm fine thanks. I'm just full of adrenaline ... Did you bring it?

-Yes ...- she handed Farside Bunny a stick with his symbol.- Warm him up for me?

The green-eyed outherself caught the spot that had the symbol with her hand and soon the metal turned orange quickly emanating point heat. Those who held the body, dropped it in the blast of the abyss and ripped the body coat, ripping the white star in the middle once symbol of this outherself now dead, this symbol was now blue. Farside Bunny looked good in the center of the caddies, this would be the mark of the defeat of this. With a smile on his face, in an instant the scent of flesh was present.

Black Rock Shooter, live, shouted!

- HOLD!

and jumped.

They all looked at each other. They looked at the bottom of the abyss. They looked at each other again.

- Died ...?- said one with a hood covering her eyes.

There was a knock sound at the bottom of the abyss.

- Yes, it is impossible to survive this fall.- Bunny said.- Thank you for your help.

- It's all right, my dear! Friends are good for that!- said the haired woman with a black heart in her head.

- You should thank the woman who actually did this to you, without that you would surely be dead.- said in a witch's hat.

- Come on, before any fool appears ...- and they went from there.

However, down below.

- By the divine ... Power rises the head of the youth of today. You're lucky I feel sorry for you, and I did it to that kid too ... Hey, hey! DO NOT SLEEP NOT! Let me take care of you child ... I am not a threat ... Relax, you are in good hands.

Author's Notes: Excluding RUST for obvious reasons, was very bad. The bold phrase is my translation of a brazilian author phrase, Guimarães Rosa, and is fanfic inspired by two short stories by the same author.

Aunt Akira's kisses and hugs.