《The Final Judgement》Volume 1: Chapter 10: The End.
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"We're losing him, grab the defibrilator! NOW!" Mekato hears screams and panic.
He sees light, no more. It's really bright, but he sees Fudo infront of him, trying to reach him with his arm. But Fudo floats away and he gets an electric shock. He suddenly wakes up. He looks around. He notices hes still at Minato. He is still dizzy. Suddenly multiple people are hugging him. He sees Kimari and Shimona hugging him, and Lio looking outside the window.
"W-...What happend?" He asks.
Lio takes a sip of his bottle of alcohol.
"Well, we got our place back. We lost that battle. But we won the war." He said. Mekato looks down.
"Fudo?... " He asks.
It's quiet.
"Of course..." Mekato mumbled...
"Miracles don't exist." He whispered to himself.
Someone walks in.
"I heard you're awake?" Sherman opens the door, talking.
"Sherman, hows your arm." He asks.
He shows his arm, its all sci-fi and has glowing balls in it.
"I knew I was ever gonna lose my arm, so I had this." He said, proud of it.
"What do we do now?" Mekato asks.
"We go back to our normal work, until we meet them ever again." Lio said.
Mekato looks around, the girls let go of him. In one month he lost two of his comrades. He messed up.
"Let's contact the commander for detailed information." Mekato said.
"Negative... the commander is gone." A girl walks up, in an military uniform.
Sherman quickly salutes.
"General! Welcome!" Sherman shouts.
"General?!" they shout shocked.
The girl smiles.
"I'm gonna be the new commander." She said proud.
"What happend to the other commander." Kimari asks.
"We don't know at all, he dissapeard." She said.
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How can such a powerful guy dissapear? Something is odd. They are definitely missing something. He thinks. But then he thinks, the syringe.
"I had a syringe, you guys have it?" He quickly said.
"No we don't- !" as Lio asked, the sky turned purple.
"Damn it!" Mekato shouts, quickly getting out of his bed.
"Tumotu got the syringe, it boosts your Kurenai to its full Potential!" He shouts.
They look outside, there is a purple light glowing.
"That probably him..." Lio said.
"You sure you wanna face him?" Sherman said.
"General, do you have another of those syringes?" Mekato asks.
"Only one left." She said, showing the syringe. Mekato grabs it.
"Stand away, for your sakes." He said.
"What are you gonna do? A suicide mission?!" Lio asks angered.
"I have no choice, it was me who was supposed to die..." Mekato said, running off.
But then, Kimari grabs his arm.
"Let go of me- !" Mekato shouts, quickly stopping.
His eyes widen up. He notices Kimari is sobbing.
"Enough... Please..." Kimari sobs.
"I'm sorry, Kimari. But this is something I have to do- !!" Mekato talks as Kimari hugs him.
Mekato's eyes light up.
"Please... At least listen to us..." She said.
Mekato looks to the purple light, not knowing what to do. He holds the syringe tighter.
"Fine... Only for this time." Mekato said.
Lio walks to him.
"Wanna hang around?" Lio asked.
"Actually- " As Mekato is talking he drags him out of the room.
"What is this now?- ?!" As Mekato asks Lio punches him in the face.
"Have you gone out of your mind?! Do you want to die, Huh?!" Lio shouts.
"At least stay respectful and make the death of Yamato and Fudo worth it!" Lio shouts as he kicks him away.
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"People like you, disgusting. Not knowing when to give up..." Lio said.
Moments pass by. Mekato leans on the wall.
"What do you do- you know..." Mekato asks.
"To forget..." He follows up.
Lio gives him his bottle of alcohol.
"I take a huge sip and pray to god that I am alive... You should too." Lio said.
Mekato grabs the bottle and takes a sip. Mekato sighs.
"What now?" Mekato asks.
"We find our way, the time wil come. You should wait. A moment wil strike up for you to get him and her, trust me." Lio said. They shared the bottle. Taking sips one by one.
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It is really quiet. Everyone is in a suit or dress. There are a graveyard infront of them. Fudo's name was carved on it. Yamato's body was never found for some odd reason. It starts to rain. Mekato could hear Shimona sob.
Mekato grabs a picture.
It's a picture of Squad B-16 on the rooftop. He remembers that day like yesterday, that was their first mission they every got. Now that wont happen ever again. He looks around. It feels like his memories fly by. It feels like Fudo is next to him, like he is saying: ''It's fine, I'll be with you forever.''
The face he had when the unpinned the grenade. He was looking up. Was he praying? Who knows. Mekato would probably ask him in Heaven or Hell. If there is even a god. Why? Why was he the one who survived in the end. He should've been dead. He remembers when the first time they met. They were his new neighbors. Fudo was really shy in the begin, but they ended up being best friends. That time when three other kids ganged up on him, and Mekato saved him. They made a really cool custom handsign. Mekato looks at his hand. What is gonna happen now. What is faith and destiny gonna do on him now? Is he gonna suffer more? Who knows? You know what? He thought. He is gonna stop working for The Lost Judgement. He'll work in a coffee shop or something. They all walk off as it stops raining...
"Goodbye.... Buddy."
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