How to deal with said gift.

AN : Hi everyone, finally, after months of writing block and rejecting idea after idea, I had this come up in the middle of the night, when I was starting to think I'd need to down half a bottle of strong alcohol to ever write 3 lines ! Anyway, this is the last one.

This time I'll cross two songs (that probably won't seem to fit just there, but deep down it goes along the lines of my plot), and it'll be rather... complicated. I'll just do my best..

Isolated by Chiasm

Cain by Tiamat.

"Dialogues"

Well, let's get this done. Oh and as I said in the summary this is NOT a happy ending, N you might be convinced that I'm a freak =) Nevermind. And again, I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.

It was all an incredible nonsense.

Isolated...

Alone, Apart...

Isolated...

A bitter-sweet nonsense, though despite the bitter part, that was the obvious one, that sweetness still lingered.

I gave you my love
Though crystallized

Tainted, sickly so, albeit being the share of happiness, and when they managed to lay their fingers on it, the silent bliss it was made it worth the void they bathed in in the aftermath.

I sent you a rose with nevermore
So many years
So many hours
And only thistles on my shore

How unlucky of them, who lived meaninglessly, and wouldn't even admit it to themselves, and wisdom bless them, 'cause hell would be waiting for them at the very end of the corridor if they did.

For all that it's worth
The blood on my hands
Is the blood of divinities
And all that is lost
Sound or unsound

Only bonds between you and me

Like two junkies who never had enough of their fix, even if they do know and feel that it's killing them.

I'll never crawl again
I'll never fall again until i'm free

It wasn't by choice, anyway, reached how far they were, there's nothing one can do, let alone think of.

Here i stand in this room
Caged and trapped inside
Seems i'm damned to live a lie
Unaware of what's outside

Getting back to reality, they both needed a wall to support them, unable to stand on their own.

She looked up at him.

The distance between them was nearly closed.

Should I care for what's left me behind ?

She knew all too well what the ominous glimmer in his eyes meant. She did enjoy it, and she told herself that it was probably more out of sheer masochism than anything else...

And I stare at light that makes me blind
Internally there's nothing left for me to be

However, she was starting to get fed up of him acting like an arrogant jackass, like she was his plaything, and him some kind of barbarian emperor.

If I go will you follow
Me through the cracks and hollows
And I would be your Cain
If you would be here now

Ah. As if. From her point of view, he could do anything he wanted only because she let him do so, period.

The Mother-of-Pearl
Handcrafted by God
You're the tower they built to reach the sky

That's why this time, instead of being an object or whatever, she chose to raise her hands, and after gently cupping his cheek, she carried on her soft moves, and pressed lovingly a steel barrel onto his temple.

Have no choice but be isolated, Struggling, Left alone, Apart
Pushed aside, Made segregated
Struggling

"My, my, boy, where d'ya think you'r headin' ?"

See i have no choice but be isolated, Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Have no choice but be...

His only answer was a rising eyebrow, and the aformetioned glimmer in his moody sky-like orbs turning into a fierce sparkle of defiance of a completely different nature.

A white Falcon beauty

My mark on your skin
Follow me down the stairs when we die

"I could ask the same to you."

He didn't want to back down, and he entered her new-found game by unsheathing his sword, and making it head tauntingly at her throat, in nothing but a playful fashion.

The monsters make me hide
Perhaps i'll eat myself alive

She just smirked.

"No, you can't."

He rose his other white brow, and supressed a snicker, assuming his mocking tone was enough.

"And can I know why's that ?"

She gave one of her mischevious looks of hers.

"Asked so nicely... I just want to reverse our positions, and taste something new..."

Your soul is in heaven
Your body in hell
It doesn't matter much to me

He added some more pressure on his katana's blade, wanting to get one single red drop to roll down.

The way it slowly descended reminded him of many oh his accomplishements, dazingly real though reminiscent memories.

Internally there's nothing left for me to be
I can't care for what's left me behind
And stare at light that makes me blind
These broken walls trap me inside
I'm isolated

He kept on staring at it, appreciating the simple beauty of vivid crimson tracing rash designs on pure white.

These colours together were rather soothing, if you let aside what they meant.

In the night of the unborn
Sound or obscene
Only bonds between you and me

He snapped out of his daydreaming and waited for her answer to his taunt.

Would he have been someone else, he would have been caught off guard when she just shot him a glance, the one that said he was getting soft, that it'll take more than a cut, even a dangerously placed one, to make her bother to react.

Have no choice but be isolated, struggling, left alone
Apart
Pushed aside, made segregated, struggling
Left alone, apart

See i have no choice but be isolated

Again, he plays along, and Yamato's tip travelled all the way down her flawless neck, alabaster sternum, between her perfectly shaped breasts, the cold sharp metallic touch stopping over where her celiac plexus was, the slightly hollow area where so many nerves joined.

Threatened, forced to extract the heart, pushed aside
Made segregated
Have no choice but be...

He went further on with his exploration, passing through the skin barrier shallowly, though carving the tissues underneath and just tickling a bone nearby without really touching it.

His efforts finally earned him a groan from his playmate. Only her facial traits were tensed, she had one helluva resistance to pain, albeit with him you could never know the next blow before it came.

She grinned. "What a tease."

She wanted to give him payback for this but she was aware that if she had a good shield against suffering, he had an over defended fortress.

Therefore, all of her attempts would inexorably fail, so she just switched her options.

"What are you waiting for, demon ?"

"You are just that impatient to die, aren't you, although your lifetime's already incredibly short."

"Stop acting as the cocky bastard I know you are, and remember that your ridiculous longevity won't be very useful if your smart mouth get you killed in your mid-twenties."

Her comment had him helf-smiling, and told him she was getting annoyed. Once more, he had the upper hand.

"Please don't make me laugh, it could make me accidentally break one of your glass ribs, or worse..."

I'll never crawl again
I'll never fall again until i'm free
I'll never crawl again
I'll never fall again until i'm free

"Then, is it more convenient if I make you cry ?"

He let go of the restrained snicker, which shaking also reached his arm, and ever-so-slightly, he materialized his threat, and the discreet injury grew more opened and subtly bled more.

Most eyes would have missed the difference, most hears wouldn't have noticed her heartbeats getting mad against her will.

But his senses weren't as dulled as most people's, that was a given, and the aformentioned signs were obvious for his keen perceptions, invasive, and he felt he was getting closer and closer to winning their implicit bet.

The lonely droplets had grown into a thin river, its flowing being mistakable with one of a hourglass' sand.

At that moment he knew his humanity had died long ago.

And I stare at light that makes me blind
Internally there's nothing left for me to be
I'm here alone and isolated

Struggling, Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Struggling, Left alone
Apart

When he was still as normal as he could be, he wouldn't have allowed this. As loud, bad-tempered, and sometimes thick-skulled as Lady was, she didn't deserve that. She fought for what she believed and she had her reasons. After all, she did keep her words and her honor wasn't stained. She wasn't pityfull, and didn't deserve such a low treatment. Then why ?

If I go will you follow
Me through the cracks and hollows
And I would be your Cain
If you would be here now

Maybe this was just a release he was bringing to both of them, because what they had was out of the ordinary, breath taking, and impossible to have again, yet it was slowly strangling them, and already it locked them before two paths.

See i have no choice but be isolated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart...

If they just parted, the basicness and mediocrity of the rest of the world, compared to what they got used to, would surely crush them. Nothing and no one would seem worthy of the tiniest bit of their attention, and the nothingness would bore them to death, literally.

No life was better than an insipid life.

The second way was letting the psychotic neurosis their relation was take over them, and consume them.

The latter case was the right one.

This gambling they were in was their last scheme, and ironically in this dice throwing there was no room for luck, pretty much like a russian roulette when the gun magazine was full and it probably wasn't a bad thing.

To be slowly wasting away wasn't really alluring when they could at least 'leave in glory' and wave at the crowd while they were at it...

She looked at her laugh-aggravated wound.

"Can't you let sarcasm aside from time to time ?"

She smiled, as if that was an everyday remark, and as if breathing wasn't feeling unusually unnatural.

He smiled back, and this time there wasn't any bitterness in his voice when he replied.

"It is actually beyond my reach."

"I'll just deal with it then."

"Will you ?"

"Don't dare me."

"And if I do ?"

I'll never crawl again
I'll never fall again until i'm free...

She looked deeply into his stormy eyes, not voicing her answer for it was useless.

The air was thick with both their breathes, she could feel through the hand still lying on his cheek the dizzying cool warmth radiating from him, and he could smell the inhuman determination emanating from her.

In the end, they were both just like kind of spoiled brats, who kept acting tough for the pleasure of it.

Then, she tightened her grip on her gun, and instead of his head chose to aim more symbolically at his heart. And beside the poetic picture, she wanted to be more efficient, no mistake would come in the show's way.

Vergil got a firmer hold on his sword's hilt. He wouldn't accept flaws either.

Her finger went slowly but assuredly up to start pulling the trigger while she still could, the dizziness starting to get at her.

He locked gazes with her while in an equally slow motion he pushed his blade forward.

The trigger's journey was completed the moment he pierced her from side to side.

He saw the bullet coming, and didn't dodge it. It seemed to travel for ages, it's speed rubbing against the air resounding like a shrill knell.

The river flowing on Lady's chest had long changed into a fluid tide, her senses were blurred, she didn't even feel the pain Yamato caused her, didn't feel the lack of oxygen, didn't notice how she went limp.

But somehow she felt the impact when the bullet reached Vergil's heart, and shattered in a million of pieces in and around it.

She was aware of her mind slipping away, and for once didn't fight.

Her expression softened, and she slowly let go of his face, as her hand dived half-heartedly down on its own, showing her how she was sinking, and she just grinned at it...

He was truly amazed by the way her amusement didn't fade when the fire in her eyes disappeared.

He sensed himself collapsing backward, and hit carelessly the floor that would become his shroud.

To him this scene held no sadness nor irony. All that lingered was a pleasant taste, as he knew he had won their last contest, as predicted.

Blessed be our Lady Nuit
Guide us to Ra-Hoor-Khuit
In your night we find shelter
Before the Helter Skelter

His ethereal traits relaxed almost subconsciously as pitch black took over, the truth was he didn't know if he would wake up this time, and come back from his third death.

And oblivion just sat there and watched.