Slow sighed as he stared at Ultimo and Vice facing off in ICON mode. This was it. The end of the world. The hundred machine funeral. A week after his and Desir's fight. The looked over at the evil doji.

He found himself unconciously looking for Desir. He felt his heart sink as he couldn't see him. Where was he? Was he...dead? The thought made Slow's heart race a little. Why else would make him stay away? Was he injured? After all, Service had given him quite a beat down before... Slow still bit his lip and looked down at the ground. He felt Akitsu's hand on his shoulder.

"You alright?" she asked, looking down at him. He nodded reluctantly. She frowned a little, but didn't push the question. A loud crash of metal against metal signaled the beginning of the funeral, and Slow looked up as the other evil doji charged at them, killer intent in each of their eyes. Even his opposite, Paresse, was attacking. Slow sighed and darted forward, combining with Akitsu to attack the tall doji.

He was relieved, to say the least, to be free from most his senses in ICON form. He didn't speak with his master as he silently watched the battle. Perhaps that was why he and Akitsu were losing at first. Paresse and Mizho tired quickly, unsurprisingly, and were defeated (not killed, mind you) soon after. Once Akitsu backed out of ICON mode with him, he turned and left. He couldn't stand the fighting anymore. He wiped his eyes as tears threatened to spill out, worry clawing at his spirit sphere.

"Why the fuck do I still feel like this...?" He muttered weakly. Because you still love Desir, that's why. Slow stopped in his tracks and stared at the leaf-covered ground, listening to the sounds of the fight.

"Slow?"

Slow's eyes widened as he heard Desir's voice from behind him.

"This...This is it...You said you didn't want to see my face until the hundred machine funeral..."

Slow couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to. He whiped around and buried his face in the lust doji's chest, "I didn't mean it...! I-I missed you...!"

Gauntlets laid around his now sobbing form and held him close.

Desir stared down at Slow. He knew what he had to do. His white gauntlet fingers shook as they gently drifted down Slow's back.

"Slow...I-I'm so sorry..." He whispered.

"It's not your fault, it's mine..." Slow started to answer, but Desir interuppted him.

"Not about that..." He whispered, "What I'm about to do...It's for the best..." He pressed his fingers against Slow's back.

"Wh-What...?"

"Forgive me..." His fingers expanded suddenly, and shot through both their chests, ending their struggle in a matter of milliseconds.

End.

Sorry it's so short, but that's the end. I've had this planned out and written down for a while, I've just been too lazy to actually post it. Hope you liked it, and thanks for actually sticking with it.