#dtfa

*the driver walked in and brought a table full of surgical equipment, she starts to put on gloves...*

*The driver then tells the 2 that she is going to be removing their organs so they can be useful...*

*refusing this, Mai makes a run away but then...*

*suddenly she finds herself at the door where numberous people were waiting, demanding for Mai's head*

*the driver reminds her that since her crimes are now out in the open, she has no other option; it's either die here or die out here*

*Shikamaru tells his wife to stop fighting it...*

*She tells him to screw off and ran away as leaving him behind...*

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*Mai kept fighting people, punching; slashing, doing everything she can to get away from the driver, however she can't keep going forever...*

*As then dragging her leg, she was struggling to run but as she did, she started to remember; the faces... they were children she experimented on, people she hurt but then she came across the most recent...*

*It was Nagisa, Ichika and Izuru... all 3 that she hurt the most and standing, watching her bruised and beaten...*

*Izuru then rush over, which grabbing with a sledge hammer, bashed her skull in!*

*Mai was constantly destroy and beaten which Ichika and Nagisa join as well along with the others too, meanwhile the driver stepped back and finish the procedure...*

*wiping her hands clean of the work, she pick up Shikamaru, who was now nothing but some doll version of himself which then she walk out of the room and went to a certain room...*

*The driver walk over as placing the Shikamaru doll with other toys which then the driver saw that children were coming in, which most children were playing with toys but no one wanted to play with the Shikamaru doll, except one girl approach...*

*It was Sunako, who look to be looking at the doll with contempt and annoyance...*

*Hamoponi star at the door too and ask if she wishes to take care of this thing...*

*The girl nodded and told her to get rid of that thing, it doesn't fit anywhere*

*As order, Hamoponi brings the Shikamaru doll outside which then he throws in the air and...*

*BAM!*

*Hamoponi destory the doll, any remains of Shikamaru were on the floor, he was not useful anymore...*

*The driver pick up the remains of the doll and that along with the remains of Mai, she walks away going to a car as driving off to the Void, disappointed in the results*

The letter was clutched in his hands, crumpling the paper beneath his thumbs. In just a few days, it felt as though he had aged a thousand years.

He had said her name, time and time again, curling around the blankets and burying his face into them. "Sarina."

It echoed about the room like a curse.

Now, he was granted something that could possibly give him the blessing that was salvation. A letter-- his brother may not be dead. Everyone else was; his parents, his fiance, his future parent-in-laws and sibling-in-laws. But if he could just have this One. Thing.

This one damn thing.

Maybe he could keep going. Maybe he could keep living.

He found it in himself to drag himself up, to keep on moving. To find his brother, so he could at least have someone, something, left.

His glasses were crooked and cracked, the temples taped to the hinge. His hands were dry, in desperate need of lotion, and his lips were chapped. He hadn't shaved his face in days. But that didn't matter, none of it did, at this point.

He just needed to find his brother.

"Haruhiko," He muttered, his voice dry and his palm grazing the walls of the structure he found himself in. "Where are you?"

The first person he found was no family member of his. Glasses rested atop the other's nose, a pair similar to his own. "Terry"-- that was his name. He, too, was on a search. He had a brother of his own, a brother around Haruhiko's age. A brother in the same class as Naoto's little brother.

Perhaps he could find some solace in that later. At the current moment, he could not. He just wanted, needed, to find his brother.

They scoured the building, examining every room, every nook, every cranny. They prayed among themselves for luck; they prayed to find their family. But they remained unlucky. So, when they reached the top floor, they departed-- joining a new group of people, who seemed oh-so familiar.

"Rei Mekaru." That was her name; one that he knew from Haruhiko's rants. He'd cry and whine about how cruel she was, how she always called him dumb. Naoto had simply snickered, back then.

Now, he stood face to face with a woman who bore tired eyes. Her expression seemed a thousand years older than what it should be, and her hands gripped a gun tight. She looked shaken, in a way; but also frustrated beyond belief.

But, even so, if she was alive... then surely, his brother must be, too.

.

.

.

So why did she look at him with such pity? Why did she look at him with such sorrow and guilt?

More people gathered, all with the same sorry tale; there to find family, to find someone they held near and dear. All bore sullen expressions at their defeat.

As the last five shuffled in, joining the group, Rei sat and clasped her hands. She spoke softly, grief cracking her voice every other sentence. But he barely paid attention to the words she spoke after the first two.

"I'm sorry."

It all became jumbled, the murmurs of the people nearby fusing into one anothers. He couldn't hear his own thoughts-- only a ringing that gave him a headache. He couldn't even process what she was sorry about.

The next thing he knew, a hand was placed on his shoulder and she was in front of him. His gaze met hers, his breath uneven and tears streaking down his cheeks, and she pursed her lips.

"He died trying to save someone he loved." She murmured, her gaze flitting away for a mere second before focusing again. "He... loved Iranami, more than anything. He wanted..."

She paused, her lips tightening and her eyebrows furrowing. Then, she continued. "He wanted her to escape. Even at the cost of his own life."

His heart stopped.

Emptiness was a strange feeling. It started at the stomach, hollowing it out and sending bile up his throat. Then, the darkness spread; it grappled every little thing before its tendrils curled around his heart, squeezing the muscle tightly until it felt like it'd burst. It continued to creep upwards, even then, until it washed over his brain-- forcing him to fall to his knees in anguish. Forcing him to cry silent tears that he didn't know he was capable of bearing.

But the silence grew louder, and louder, and louder, until it reached it's breaking point. Her hand moved from his shoulder, and he fell forward onto his knees, hands snaking up to hold himself as he let out an agonized wail. His forehead was pressed against the floor, snot and tears coating his face; he was a pure and utter mess.

Everything, he'd lost everything. He wasn't sure of who he was anymore; he felt like a carcass, cold and heavy. He felt like a shell, abandoned and hollow.