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Author Note: I lied. Time for the really last

Meltdown

Let's start our story from the beginning, not the real beginning but the place where we started. Let's see the aftermath of Jack and Crow's lives:

Rain pelted heavily down on the grave. He was the last one there, of course. He always felt his best with Jack. He was really fond of him, but to The King he was just a joke. He was a joke to everyone at the end of the day.

"Look how hard it's raining Jack." The man mumbled. "Even the sky's crying for your death."

A soft pause as the rain trickles down in rhythmic beats.

"Brave told be the story of a God named Hodur, how the other made a deal that if everyone would cry for him then he'd be resurrected. Can we do that please? I can't think of a single person that wouldn't cry for you." He begs in the black suit he never thought he'd wear.

The rain's already soaked his unusually bright and spiked hair to a flat style lying on his face. He really should get out of it before he catches his death of cold, though perhaps that's his intention.

"Yeah, didn't think so. Jack, I think I won't be around as much as I usually am. Sorry about that buddy but we did agree back in Team Satisfaction that we'd be okay if one us had to spend a lot of time with their girlfriend. Brave's a girlfriend right? Yeah close enough. Anyway I need to make sure he's okay, he hasn't been doing too well since the accident ya see. That's alright though, it's alright cause I'm here to make sure everything's gonna be okay. So Jack, if you really want, you could move on."

There is no answer naturally and the rain merely pelts down.

"Alright then, bye for now Jack, have a good day please."

The orange haired man turns from the grave only to get a black umbrella held over his head.

"Brave? Hey what are you doing here?"

Brave had dark circles under his eyes and much paler skin though his red hair was as vibrant as ever.

"I came to get you." He frowns.

Brave hasn't smiled since the accident; Crow's not sure how to deal with that.

"Alright." The man replies as he fidgets with his earrings.

Brave holds the umbrella over his lover's head as they walk back towards Harald's apartment.

"Brave?"

"Yeah Crow?"

"It's a terrible day for rain."

Now for our second chapter:

Harald slowly sipped his tea as he looked out from the enclosed space at the falling rain. He chuckles lightly in an oxymoronic dark manner.

"Ah, so in the end the wrong person survived, ah? No matter. I suppose it was only fate in the end. Sadly though, you had such a bright future, we had such a bright future. Then again by now I should know that the future is always grim."

He stares out at the gray landscape and the incoming rain with heavy lidded eyes. He waits for Brave to show up; after all he can't move anything from the waist down and he hasn't gotten used to his wheelchair yet.

"Blunt force trauma Dragan, it got us both. I really should have retaken my driver's license rather than buying my way out of it. Ha. Well at least one day, perhaps one day soon, the two of us will reunite. I'll never be cruel to you again. I'll never taunt you or harm you or make you hate me. That is a promise Dragan."

He continues staring out as Brave walks in.

"Have you gone for your physical therapy?" He asks.

"No."

"Why not."

"I dislike it. They are quite rude."

"Don't you want to get better?"

"Honestly? It is my burden to bear for the death of my lover. Whether I get better or not is up to the Gods."

"You're ridiculous."

"And?"

"Nothing, nothing really, not anymore."

The rain continues falling down, quite a melancholy sight, eh?

Harald continues staring out the window with heavy lidded eyes. Brave sighs.

"Do you want to go to bed?" He asks with an equal amount of sadness as the incoming rain.

"Perhaps." The silver haired man replies.

Brave wheels him into the bedroom and lifts him up and on to the bed. The older man grasps tightly at the sheets. He turns his eyes to face the former treasure hunter.

"Brave?" Harald whispers.

"Yes?" The red head whispers back.

"Let's... let's sleep together." He mutters.

Green eyes met the single yellow one staring into them. Brave frowns and let's out a small sob before wiping his teary eyes and climbing into bed beside his former leader.

In a hoarse voice weary from stress and tears and the incoming rain Harald stutters over his words, "Please don't leave me."

Brave strokes his hair absentmindedly.

"Ah, it's a terrible day for rain."

For our third:

A hero's burial, that's what Tetsu Ushio and Sagiri Mikage deserved and Kazama had tried very hard to make sure they got it. Sadly his efforts were in vain and as neither of them had any real family or friends he was left with their ashes.

Graciously he was coping fairly well with their deaths, he was never exactly close with them but they were the only people other than Jack that he could call his friends. He readjusts the urns on his coffee table in his apartment. He smiles awkwardly.

"Glad you guys are there together, being alone's just awful, I get it." The blunette laughs before brushing his hair back with his hands.

He lights up another cigarette to soothe his nerves; he puts it out. It reminds him of bacon and the fact that Ushio died of third degree burns in the hospital, well it's too much to bear. He stands in front of the small window in his cramped and damp apartment that only a man of the law deserves throws out all the cigarettes and cigars and tobacco products in his house. He can't deal with these kind of thoughts; he'd take a walk but the rains to thick.

"I wish I could have been a hero, a hero and saved you guys. But everything will be alright in this moment at least? Alright."

The former cop goes out to go place flowers on Jack's grave. He wonders if Crow's still there; he realizes it doesn't matter. If he's there they might talk and one of them will leave and he'll be alone in the rain again, if he isn't he's still alone in the rain.

Kazama practically dances through the rain filled streets as the incoming rain in the gray landscape and horizon threatens to drown him. He's dancing because he's decided to be happy, happy because they can't be. Though in his head he's screaming. Though in his head he's screaming,

'I wanted to be something for someone. I wanted to be something. Please just let this have a happy ending, oh please somehow.'

And he slips and falls in the street and cracks his head on the curb and it bleeds and he still doesn't cry even though he has every right to.

"Ah, Ushio, Mikage, it's a terrible day for rain." He whimpers as he looks up at the sky and it cries for him as he will not.

For our fourth:

Aki was the only one left of their original group. Jack was dead, Yuusei was dead, Lua and Ruka were taken out of the city by their rightfully nervous parents that finally came home, Crow's lost his mind, Carly was dead, Bruno's disappeared and the last person she would have turned to, the one that burnt her up inside, he was dead, dead, dead!

She considers walking back to the place where they all used to live; with a jolt she remembers that Kiryu lives there. She doesn't like Kiryu very much, he's too unstable, reminds her of The Black Rose Witch.

So Izayoi Aki stares out at the world with dull hazel eyes and hates it to her very core. She's still burning up inside; burning with the overwhelming desire to kill that she hasn't felt in a long time. The death, his death, must have triggered it; she can't kill anyone though because she's already killed someone and got away with it and any more would just get her stuck somewhere she doesn't want to be very much.

Izayoi Aki killed Divine just a week ago. She killed someone that she once considered a great friend, more than a friend. She didn't even cry, she didn't even react.

"I am a monster after all." She mumbles under her breath as she remembers the sheer joy she felt ending his life.

And she stumbles to a tall and abandoned building and curls up on the top floor.

So many things she wishes she could forget but never will. It was almost unbearable. No, no it was unbearable. And she stares out at the dark and stagnant water, the incoming rain.

"Yuusei, save me one more time. Save me from myself. The Witch, The Witch is burning me up inside!" She screams out as she scratches down the face that contains so much death and so much pure fire. "Kyaaaaaaa!"

She collapses in her place and beats her fists against the window. One hit, two hit, three hit and a burst and a snap and a deep and overwhelming crackle.

"Divine! Divine! Divine! I hate you! I hate you so much! I thought, I thought there was somewhere I belonged! I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate you!" She screams as the earth itself begins to shake beneath her. "Yuusei, save me! She's burning me up inside! Save me please Yuusei! Kyaaaaaaa!"

And the building comes crashing down as she screams.

"Yuusei! YUUSEI! IT BURNS ME UP INSIDE!"

And soon afterwards nothing but silence remains.

As she falls and her last breaths leave she smiles and stares up at the gray and lifeless sky.

"It's a terrible day for rain."

For our fifth:

That swords was snapped in two. She carried it to her chest in a despair that she thought she would never feel.

"Surely there is another, surely. I am so sure of it." The french woman says as she continues on her path to find the very first despair.

She took the sword after she killed Mikage, she didn't even know she did, didn't even notice. The frenzy took her over and she drowned in her anger and sorrow and desperation.

"I will live a happy life, I vowed it, I promised Mama and Papa and I promised a little girl named Sherry. I promised the three that they would live and laugh together and I will do that; even if this sword snaps into a thousand pieces; even if I choke to death on it." She whispers as she continues. "And I will use all my wishes and all my prayers to assure that I will keep every promise."

She shuffles along in a sort of daze in the sudden rain. She hums softly.

"Oh father, mother, I'm sorry for what I've done. Still slobbering on my thumbs, knees tremble, I'm so scared."

She continues her search.

"Ah, surely my heart is pure enough to find this man at the very least. Not all my purity is gone, surely, surely."

The blonde stumbles as she drops to the ground and finally release all the pent up tears.

"Oh father, mother, I'm sorry fr what I've done, still slobbering on my thumbs, knees tremble, I'm so scared. Oh father, mother, it's time to wave farewell. I'll fix my beat up heart and dash out for the wild!" She sings in a low and hoarse voice that sounds just like the sudden rain and the righteous fire that burns in her heart.

And Sherry LeBlanc, the one of light I suppose, runs out with fire in her eyes and tears all but vanished.

"I'm so sorry Mama, Papa!" She screams out as she continues running in a sort of blindness.

The rain strikes her so hard it feels as if it's leaving welts. The righteous woman releases a wild laugh as she runs out.

"It's a terrible day for rain!"

For our sixth story:

In anger he laughs, in agony he laughs. He's stopped crying even, he allows the sky to do that for him, all there is is laughter.

"I'm just such an idiot! Such an idiot! It isn't even ironic! Ahahahahaha!" He bursts out. "They're gone, all of them! The Death God, the Shinigami, strikes again! FEAR ME! FEAR ME AND YOUR INCOMING DEATH!"

He slams his fist against the bed, what used to be Yuusei's bed, and screams into the pillow.

"I just such an idiot! How'd you even ever care about someone like me Yuusei?! How? Huh? After all we all know that you wanted to give your heart to another all this time! So why Yuusei! Why did you do this! Why! Why! Why! Why, did you leave me? Yuusei! Yuusei! Why did you have to die?" He screams before whimpering. "Why'd you have to die Yuusei."

The problem with staying on Yuusei's bed for Kiryu was the fact that the more he lay in it the more it smelt like him and less like Yuusei.

"Why'd I have to go and kill Jack. We're all such fucking idiots."

He takes in deep breaths of Yuusei's scent; motor oil and grease and body sweat but Kiryu loved it. He lets out a deep sob before wobbling upwards. He needs a drink. He wants a drink. He's gonna drink until he aches and puke it out and do it again and cry about it and repeat until he's just a stain on the carpet because he hates himself and he loves Yuusei and his life is just awful. It's all just terrible. He's such an idiot.

He drags himself ever slower to the kitchen and flings open the fridge door and takes out a case or six of cheap booze and before he's even at the bedroom he's popped one open and drinking it half in tears. He takes the first three like they're shots.

"Ahahahaha. I'm such an idiot. I'm such an idiot. Ah Yuusei, I should have left well alone be. You don't love me, no one does. You can't love death himself. Aha."

Another one downed.

"You were so happy with your new friends, like you'd forgotten all about me. You left me alone in Satisfaction Town because you loved Bruno so much more than me. Aha."

Another two.

"And I hate you for that... I've only ever wanted you're love..."

Another.

"I'm such an idiot. Aha. I'm such an idiot."

He's got a fifty yen pistol somewhere.

"Ah. Please god, show me a happy dream, just once."

He's got one bullet left. A click. He places it against his temple. The rain hits down harder in a sudden storm. Crying for the three dying tonight.

"Ah, ah what a day, what a month. It's a terrible day for rain."

Bang.

And for the final story, the ending of this and the beginning of a happy one, a happy dream, the one that they were all promised. The story where someone, something, stops the nightmares, because he's just that desperate. He's seen, he's lived, he is so much despair that he can't bear to see this continue even if he didn't have to reset on another accord. Our final story is the beginning of theirs:

The young boy was, and currently is, tracking the signal intently. He's finally found it, the sword. The way to complete his mission and prevent the death of the world. He runs towards it with so much excitement though the rain threatens to damage him. He can't be hindered by such trivial things.

Sherry continues running in the same direction. I'm sure you understand what will happen when the two met.

Lucciano hums to himself, the simple melody of a lullaby that is soon drowned out by Sherry's now loud singing. The boy steps forwards silently as he tries to recall exactly what time they're supposed to go to the WRGP, they were late this time you see. The french woman runs forwards and a wheeled foot knocks. Her legs out from under her. She emits a scream; not unlike Aki's 'Kyaaaa.'.

Lucciano grabs the sword and his face falls when he holds the two broken halves.

"How, how dare you! How dare you think you could take this and break this and come back for more you filthy human stain! Do you not know what we were sent to do? Do you not understand? Let us see if I can repair this, if not, if not, you've, you've DOOMED US ALL!" He shrieks at her as the wind blows his loose hood off and reveals his face to the harshness of the sudden rain. "God, to think I lost this to you. I'm such an idiot. Right? Yeah right. Ahahahaha. I'm such an idiot."

Sherry stands up and makes a mad grab for the sword. She latches on to the boy's neck and rips at it and tries to snap it and he screams and shakes her off to the ground. He takes the pointier halve of the broken sword and drives it into her eye. She spasms and shudders and he pulls it out with a gurgle and a pop and the sword drips her blood as he looks horrified at what he's done. No matter what in the end he really is just an eleven year old boy, and can't you see it as he sinks to his knees and tries to vomit but can't because there's nothing to vomit. He lament the lack of feeling, of humanity but after years, and yes these cycles have lasted years, he's gotten used to it.

He fastens the pointy end to the hilt roughly and it fits nice enough for him to slash.

"So I have one more chance then. Right. Bye bye then." He laughs to himself.

He opens up the portal and steps through as the sudden rain falls.

"It's a terrible day for rain, isn't it?"